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Chapter 1829: Sending a Fattened Sheep to the Tiger

Meanwhile, on another side.

Lin Xuan encountered trouble as well. He sensed that the煞阳 Old Demon had not changed his direction and was still pursuing Xiān Mò Yī Lán. Lin Xuan was overjoyed but did not take this opportunity to retreat far away. Instead, he surprisingly stayed put.

As they say, "Artistry begets boldness." After battling with a Corpse Demon, Lin Xuan had a clear idea of his strength. Although he didn't dare claim victory against a daoist of the 离合 stage, he was not necessarily weaker than them either.

Given this situation, there was no need to rush away. The current circumstances were actually very advantageous for him—advance and attack if possible; retreat and defend when necessary. If all else failed, he had a 100% chance of escaping.

Lin Xuan decided to observe the situation first.

In a game of cat and mouse, the fisherman benefits most. His hope was to muddle things up.

With this thought in mind, Lin Xuan stopped his遁光 and soon his face turned grim.

He raised his right hand and lightly grabbed something on one side.

A moment later, light flashed, gathering天地元气 towards that direction. A green hand appeared mysteriously, reaching down with no hesitation.

That place was empty before, but now a flicker of firelight emerged.

It transformed into a red spirit talisman, though trapped by the hand, it still showed great vitality, struggling left and right. Unfortunately, it was firmly held by five fingers.

"What kind of talisman is this?"

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed with some confusion on his face. Daoist arts were vast and deep; many sects had secrets they did not share even among true immortals. Not all spirit talismans could be recognized.

However, its purpose was likely to track someone down.

Lin Xuan's face darkened further but made no extra moves. Green flames appeared on the hand, turning that talisman into nothingness.

Unfortunately, too late for him. Several black dots appeared in the distance at the horizon.

Lin Xuan scanned them with his eyes, showing no signs of panic. They were merely a group sending lambs to the wolves.

He did not retreat but stood there calmly.

The 煞阳 Sect's daoists also noticed something amiss as their遁光 stopped far away.

"Senior Brother, that guy is waiting for us at a distance with no fear. Could it be an ambush?" A woman's voice entered his ears. She was about thirty and still had a unique charm despite her age.

"Hmph, what ambush? The opponent has only one person, their cultivation level is at the 离合 stage but merely initial-stage daoists. We are in our sect’s territory with many more of us. How could we be afraid?" spoke an imposing-looking daoist wearing black robes, also around thirty years old.

"Second Senior Brother's words are correct. A single person cannot possibly match our numbers. He is just trapped and trying to act like he has a plan," another voice disagreed. It was a scholar-like daoist with a gaunt appearance, extremely thin and tall.

The man sighed. Although still somewhat suspicious, he did not say much more. After all, this mission was personally assigned by his master. Even if they knew the danger, they had to try their best. If they showed too much fear, it would be bad for them.

Hopefully, it's just my overthinking.

With these thoughts in mind, several daoists flew towards Lin Xuan’s location.

Soon they arrived.

Apart from the three Senior Brothers and Sisters at the 离合 stage, there were more than twenty元婴 level daoists accompanying them. They excelled in array formations and had formidable strength.

After stopping their遁光, they formed an elliptical formation around Lin Xuan.

The three daoists of the 离合 stage did not need to be mentioned; the 元婴 level existences not only revealed their命宝 but also took out a few阵旗.

With the power of array formations and mutual cooperation, even against daoists of the 离合 stage, they had the strength to fight.

Lin Xuan ignored all this.

The three exchanged glances. If it was an empty city strategy, then the opponent was too calm. Perhaps his earlier assumptions were wrong; this guy really has a plan, which is why he can be so bold.

Despite their doubts and some unease, they knew that once a bow is drawn, there's no turning back. Could anything change at this point?

Regardless of whether it was an ambush or a trick, even if the path ahead was filled with knives and fire, they would have to forge ahead.

And on the surface, they couldn't show any signs of fear. In such a battle, one must not lose in terms of气势.

The black-robed daoist stepped forward: "Boy, if you surrender now, I can spare your suffering."

"Surrender? Haha, I doubt you know where you are. Rest assured, with the benevolence of heaven, Lin will release your souls to be reborn soon."

Lin Xuan's smile echoed in their ears. These so-called pursuers were no different from fattened sheep.

With three daoists at the 离合 stage and over twenty 元婴 level daoists, they could plunder a lot of wealth from their储物袋 after this battle.

"You..."

"Arrogant words! I want to see what strength you have that allows you to brag here."

The three daoists at the 离合 stage exchanged looks. Initially, they had some reservations about Lin Xuan, but his arrogance only provoked them. After all, even a clay figure has its temper, let alone a daoist.

Angry, the black-robed daoist struck his head and a stream of dark light shot out like lightning, aiming at Lin Xuan's head. If it hit, even a peer-level monster would be split in two.

He had full confidence in his命剑’s power.

Seeing his senior act, the other two daoists did not want to fall behind. The man flicked his hand and revealed an ornamental hairpin-shaped treasure.

It looked unremarkable but possessed dual properties of gold and wood. A hit would strip even a daoist of the 离合 stage or an old monster of the 动玄 stage of half their life force.

As for the scholar, he held up a golden澜笔, ready to write with it...

The other 元婴 level daoists also did not idle; they raised their阵旗 and cast spell after spell.

Demon energy erupted from the array flags as black fog swarmed out in large numbers.

A demon cloud gradually formed, enveloping them.

Suddenly, demon winds and powerful attacks surged towards Lin Xuan.

If another daoist of the 离合 stage were to face Lin Xuan here, they would likely be panicking. But Lin Xuan did not even blink an eye.

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