yǐ guǎ dí zhòng ， ér qiě wèi mó hái yǒu shā dān tūn fú ， méi xiǎng dào yī jiù shì zhè yàng bīng bài rú shān dǎo de jié guǒ 。
以寡敌众，而且为魔还有煞丹吞服，没想到依旧是这样兵败如山倒的结果。
Fighting a larger group and even consuming煞丹, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration. For someone at the Separation Realm中期 stage, Little Swordfield was truly overpowered.
lín xuān de liǎn shàng yě bù yóu de lù chū jǐ fēn zàn tàn zhī sè ， jiù lí hé zhōng qī de shí lì lái shuō ， tián xiǎo jiàn wěi shí yǒu xiē qiáng dé bù xiàng huà le 。
林轩的脸上也不由得露出几分赞叹之色，就离合中期的实力来说，田小剑委实有些强得不像话了。
But was he really at that stage?
rán ér tā zhēn de shì lí hé zhōng qī ma ？
然而他真的是离合中期吗？
Lin Xuan didn’t know for sure. Little Swordfield had always been unpredictable; while Lin Xuan wasn’t afraid, he also wouldn’t make any hasty judgments about him!
lín xuān bù xiǎo de ， tián xiǎo jiàn cóng lái dōu shì yī chū rén yì biǎo de jiā huo ， miàn duì tā ， lín xuān suī rán bù pà ， rán ér yě bù gǎn qīng yì de zuò xià shén me jié lùn a ！
林轩不晓得，田小剑从来都是一出人意表的家伙，面对他，林轩虽然不怕，然而也不敢轻易的做下什么结论啊！
Before his thoughts could fully process, cries of agony echoed in his ears. The few ancient demons were already beheaded, leaving only one survivor—the one who had just been knocked back.
nǎo hǎi zhōng de niàn tou shàng wèi zhuǎn guò ， cǎn jiào shēng jiù yǐ jiē lián chuán rù le ěr duǒ ， nà jǐ míng gǔ mó yǐ bèi qǔ xià le tóu lú ， zhǐ shèng xià yí gè xìng cún zhě ， jiù shì gāng gāng bèi dǎ fēi de nà ge 。
脑海中的念头尚未转过，惨叫声就已接连传入了耳朵，那几名古魔已被取下了头颅，只剩下一个幸存者，就是刚刚被打飞的那个。
With all his companions dead, the two-headed four-armed ancient demon’s expression was quite telling—there was a hint of fear, but it quickly turned to determination.
tóng bàn jiē yǐ yǔn luò ， nà shuāng tóu sì bì de gǔ mó ， liǎn shàng de biǎo qíng kě wèi shì fēi cháng jīng cǎi le ， yǐn yǐn yě yǒu jǐ fēn wèi jù ， dàn hěn kuài jiù bèi jué jué gěi tì dài le 。
同伴皆已陨落，那双头四臂的古魔，脸上的表情可谓是非常精彩了，隐隐也有几分畏惧，但很快就被决绝给替代了。
His eyes filled with brutality, almost bordering on madness.
tā de yǎn zhōng mǎn shì bào nüè zhī sè ， shèn zhì kě yǐ zhè yàng shuō ， yǐn yǐn yǐ jīng yǒu xiē fēng kuáng le 。
他的眼中满是暴虐之色，甚至可以这样说，隐隐已经有些疯狂了。
Roar!
hǒu ！
吼！
He raised his head and let out an angry cry that echoed through the heavens.
zhǐ jiàn tā yǎng qǐ tóu ， nù xiào zhí chuán rù jiǔ xiāo zhī zhōng 。
只见他仰起头，怒啸直传入九霄之中。
Then, magic light flashed. Black lightning appeared on his body surface, while the surrounding demonic energy surged into him, which he greedily inhaled.
suí hòu mó guāng yī shǎn ， tā de shēn tǐ biǎo miàn fú xiàn chū hēi sè de shǎn diàn ， tóng shí sì zhōu de mó qì ， kāi shǐ fēng kuáng de yǒng mǎo rù zhè lǐ ， bìng qiě bèi tā dà kǒu dà kǒu de xī rù shēn jiā ”，…
随后魔光一闪，他的身体表面浮现出黑色的闪电，同时四周的魔气，开始疯狂的涌冇入这里，并且被他大口大口的吸入身家”，…
It looked like he was about to use a powerful technique, but Little Swordfield ignored it, even showing a hint of mockery. A诀was cast, and space rumbled as a black-red hand materialized before reaching out.
yī kàn jiù yào shǐ yòng shén me bù dé le de zhāo shù ， rán ér tián xiǎo jiàn què shì ruò wú dǔ ， zuǐ jiǎo biān shèn zhì liú lù chū jǐ fēn jī cháo zhī sè ， yī dào jué dǎ chū ， kōng jiān bō dòng zhòu qǐ ， yī zhī hēi hóng sè de dà shǒu chū xiàn zài kōng qì 。
一看就要使用什么不得了的招数，然而田小剑却视若无睹，嘴角边甚至流露出几分讥嘲之色，一道诀打出，空间波动骤起，一只黑红色的大手出现在空气。
This hand was incredibly thick, stretching over a hundred feet long. The tall ancient demon seemed weak in comparison, unable to dodge; he was grabbed by the fingers and held tightly in the palm.
bìng qiě yī xià cháo zhe qián fāng lāo qù 。
并且一下朝着前方捞去。
Unable to move!
nà dà shǒu cū zhuàng wú bǐ ， zhǎng bǎi zhàng yǒu yú ， shēn cái gāo dà de gǔ mó zài xī miàn qián xiǎn de fēi cháng de róu ruò ， lái bù jí duǒ ， jiù bèi wǔ zhǐ zhuā zhù ， jìn gù zài zhǎng xīn zhōng le 。
那大手粗壮无比，长百丈有余，身材高大的古魔在牺面前显得非常的柔弱，来不及躲，就被五指抓住，禁锢在掌心中了。
"Stupid fellow, do you really think you can self-destruct in front of this young master?" Little Swordfield’s cold voice rang out as he used that hand for soul probing.
dòng tán bù dé ！
动弹不得！
After a moment, there was a loud thud. The demonic technique Little Swordfield had used to probe his soul was interrupted, and the ancient demon’s fate mirrored that of the two-headed four-armed demon—tightly grasped by that black-red hand.
“ yú chǔn de jiā huo ， jiù píng nǐ ， yě xiǎng yào zài běn shào yé miàn qián zì bào me ？”
“愚蠢的家伙，就凭你，也想要在本少爷面前自爆么？”
Despite the enemy being restrained, Lin Xuan’s expression showed no joy but rather a strange frustration.
tián xiǎo jiàn lěng lěng de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr duǒ ， suí hòu jiù jiè yòng nà dà shǒu shī zhǎn qǐ le sōu hún zhī shù 。
田小剑冷冷的声音传入耳朵，随后就借用那大手施展起了搜魂之术。
"Spit it out, you actually managed to find my hiding spot?"
piàn kè hòu ， nà dà shǒu wǔ zhǐ ， pēng de yī shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， jū rán yìng shēng shēng jiāng nà gǔ mó gěi niē bào diào le 。
片刻后，那大手五指，嘭的一声传入耳朵，居然硬生生将那古魔给捏爆掉了。
Lin Xuan was genuinely surprised. Did he misjudge this situation? But the thought flashed through his mind and immediately dismissed.
“ qí guài ， nà dōng xī jū rán méi yǒu xiàn suǒ ， nán dào tā men cǐ xíng ， yě shì yī wú suǒ huò 。” tián xiǎo jiàn nán nán zì yǔ de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr duǒ ， zhàn shèng le qiáng dí ， què bú jiàn fēn háo de xǐ sè ， sì hū zhǐ shì bái máng huó 。
“奇怪，那东西居然没有线索，难道他们此行，也是一无所获。”田小剑喃喃自语的声音传入耳朵，战胜了强敌，却不见分毫的喜色，似乎只是白忙活。
While the world was vast, even if two people looked exactly alike, there would still be subtle differences in their demeanor. Little Swordfield, a man of exceptional talent, had movements that set him apart from others.
dāng rán ， lín xuān yě bù zhī dào tā de mù dì shì shén me ， zhèng sī liáng zhe yào bù yào xiàn shēn ， huò zhě jiāng tā gěi zhuā zhù ， bié kàn tián xiǎo jiàn gāng cái tù qǐ hú luò ， jiù miè shā le jǐ míng tóng jiē gǔ mó ， sì hū qiáng dà dào wú yǔ lún bǐ de dì bù ， rán ér zài lín xuān yǎn zhōng ， què gēn běn jiù suàn bù liǎo shén me ， bì jìng liǎng rén jiān de chā jù ， nà shí zài shì tài dà le 。
当然，林轩也不知道他的目的是什么，正思量着要不要现身，或者将他给抓住，别看田小剑刚才兔起鹘落，就灭杀了几名同阶古魔，似乎强大到无与伦比的地步，然而在林轩眼中，却根本就算不了什么，毕竟两人间的差距，那实在是太大了。
Lin Xuan knew this well. Although they met infrequently, he had interacted with Little Swordfield countless times over the years. He was confident he wouldn’t mistake someone for another.
dòng xuán yǔ lí hé ， nà gēn běn jiù bú shì yí gè shù liàng jí de 。
洞玄与离合，那根本就不是一个数量级的。
Was this kid pretending to be dumb or had he lost his memory?
tián xiǎo jiàn huò xǔ yǒu yuè jí tiǎo zhàn de shí lì ， dàn yě zuì duō tiāo tiāo lí hé hòu qī ， duì shàng zì jǐ ， nà bù yū shì lóu yǐ 。
田小剑或许有越级挑战的实力，但也最多挑挑离合后期，对上自己，那不迂是蝼蚁。
It didn't seem like it.
xīn zhōng rú cǐ xiǎng zhe ， lín xuān yǐ yǒu xiàn shēn de yì tú ， méi xiǎng dào piān piān jiù zài cǐ kè ， tián xiǎo jiàn què xiān tái qǐ tóu lái le 。
心中如此想着，林轩已有现身的意图，没想到偏偏就在此刻，田小剑却先抬起头来了。
Despite his doubts, Lin Xuan didn’t dwell on them. Why worry about such trivial matters when he could just capture this guy and get everything clear?
ér tā mù guāng suǒ jí ， zhèng shì zì jǐ cáng shēn zhī chù 。
而他目光所及，正是自己藏身之处。
Considering the significant difference in their cultivation levels, it would be a waste not to take advantage of this opportunity.
“ hé fāng gāo rén ， duǒ zài yī páng ， shì fǒu yě gāi kàn gòu le ， hái bù xiàn shēn ， mò fēi nǐ xiǎng yào tōu xí tián mǒu 。”
“何方高人，躲在一旁，是否也该看够了，还不现身，莫非你想要偷袭田某。”
Opportunity knocks but once; seize the moment.
“ yí ？”
“咦？”
Without further ado, Lin Xuan acted.
lín xuān zhè yī cì ， shì zhēn de yǒu xiē jīng qí 。
林轩这一次，是真的有些惊奇。
Boom!
yǒu méi yǒu gǎo cuò ， tián xiǎo jiàn jū rán néng gòu fā xiàn zì jǐ de cáng shēn zhī suǒ 。
有没有搞错，田小剑居然能够发现自己的藏身之所。
A surge of powerful spiritual energy burst forth. Little Swordfield stumbled back three steps as his expression turned to utter shock: "You… you are a Separation Realm cultivator?"
zì jǐ de qíng kuàng zì jǐ xiǎo de ， zhè bié de shén tōng zàn qiě bù shuō ， nà yǐn nì shù kě shì fēi cháng shén miào de ， bié shuō tā le ， jiù suàn shì dòng xuán hòu qī de xiū xiān zhě ， chú fēi xiū liàn yǒu shén me líng yǎn mì shù ， fǒu zé yě bù tài kě néng fā xiàn zì jǐ de 。
自己的情况自己晓得，这别的神通暂且不说，那隐匿术可是非常神妙的，别说他了，就算是洞玄后期的修仙者，除非修炼有什么灵眼秘术，否则也不太可能发现自己的。
"Hmph."
bù guò lín xuān de yí huò yě jǐn jǐn shì yī shǎn ér guò ， yīn wèi lín xuān fā xiàn tián xiǎo jiàn de shǒu zhōng ， yǒu yī qí guài de mó chóng ， kàn shàng qù yǔ hú dié yǒu jǐ fēn xiāng sì zhī chù ， zhèng tíng zài tā de zhǎng xīn zhī zhōng 。
不过林轩的疑惑也仅仅是一闪而过，因为林轩发现田小剑的手中，有一奇怪的魔虫，看上去与蝴蝶有几分相似之处，正停在他的掌心之中。
Lin Xuan didn’t waste time on idle chatter; he first captured this slippery guy before anything else.
cǐ chóng lín xuān suī rán bìng bù rèn shí ， rán ér què ràng tā yǒu le cāi hāi ， nán dào jiù shì xī xiè lòu le zì jǐ de xíng zōng ？
此虫林轩虽然并不认识，然而却让他有了猜嗨，难道就是牺泄漏了自己的行踪？
With a wave of his sleeve, green sword qi emerged like fish swimming in water. There was no need for precious treasures against such an insignificant opponent. This vast area had no other life forms to hide behind, so there was no reason to conceal his identity as a cultivator.
bù guǎn zhè ge cāi cè shì fǒu lí pǔ ， jì rán yǐ jīng bào lù ， zài cáng xià qù yě jiù méi yǒu shén me yì yì le ， qīng guāng yī shǎn ， lín xuān de shēn yǐng yǐ zài bǎi yú zhàng wài xiǎn xiàn ， tián xiǎo jiàn de mù guāng lǒng zhào zhù tā de liǎn 。
不管这个猜测是否离谱，既然已经暴露，再藏下去也就没有什么意义了，青光一闪，林轩的身影已在百余丈外显现，田小剑的目光笼罩住他的脸。
Little Swordfield’s expression darkened as he deftly flung out several magic items from his waist. They were all enveloped in black energy—clearly demonic treasures. It seemed this kid had indeed ascended and become an ancient demon.
“ nǐ shì nǎ ge jiā huo ， mò fēi yě shì gāng gāng nà xiē mó zú de tóng huǒ ？”
“你是哪个家伙，莫非也是刚刚那些魔族的同伙？”
Bang, bang, bang!
tián xiǎo jiàn lěng lěng de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr duǒ ， lǐ miàn yǐn hán chà yì zhī sè ， bì jìng lín xuān cǐ kè suǒ shì fàng chū lái de líng lì ， yī jiù shì yuán yīng shuǐ zhǔn de 。
田小剑冷冷的声音传入耳朵，里面隐含诧异之色，毕竟林轩此刻所释放出来的灵力，依旧是元婴水准的。
Sounds echoed as the demonic treasures Little Swordfield used clashed with Lin Xuan’s sword light, quickly falling into a disadvantage due to their significant power gap. His earlier bravery was now just a struggling ant under Lin Xuan's control.
“ hāi hāi ké ……。”
“咳咳咳……。”
However, considering his Separation Realm cultivation level, being able to block Lin Xuan’s sword light was already quite remarkable. Not many cultivators could achieve this.
lín xuān tūn le yī kǒu tuò mò ， dùn shí jiāng shén me “ xián dì bié lái wú yàng ” de chǎng miàn huà yàn xià qù le 。
林轩吞了一口唾沫，顿时将什么“贤弟别来无恙”的场面话咽下去了。
Little Swordfield didn’t want to surrender easily; he cast several诀and the demonic energy around him surged, quickly forming a demonic cloud that enveloped his figure.
duì fāng jū rán bù rèn shí zì jǐ ， zěn me kě néng ， nán dào tā bú shì tián xiǎo jiàn me ？
对方居然不认识自己，怎么可能，难道他不是田小剑么？
"Want to escape? Do you really think it's possible? Surrender willingly and you'll suffer less."
jīng è ！
惊愕！
Just as Little Swordfield had said to the ancient demons earlier, Lin Xuan repeated those words with identical gestures.
yī shùn jiān lín xuān shèn zhì huái yí shì bú shì zì jǐ rèn cuò rén le ， bù yū zhè ge niàn tou jǐn jǐn shì yī shǎn ér guò ， jiù yáo yáo tóu fǒu le 。
一瞬间林轩甚至怀疑是不是自己认错人了，不迂这个念头仅仅是一闪而过，就摇摇头否了。
Lin Xuan raised his right hand, casting a诀from his fingertips. Space rumbled as a green hand materialized, swiftly grabbing into that demonic cloud.
suī shuō tiān dì guǎng bó ， jiù suàn liǎng gè rén zhǎng dé yī mú yī yàng yě méi yǒu chū qí zhī chù ， rán ér zhǎng xiàng xiāng tóng ， qì zhì què duō shǎo huì yǒu yī xiē qū bié de ， yóu qí shì tián xiǎo jiàn zhè yàng de rén zhōng lóng fèng ， yī jǔ yī dòng ， duō shǎo dū huì yǔ cháng rén yǒu xiē bù tóng 。
虽说天地广博，就算两个人长得一模一样也没有出奇之处，然而长相相同，气质却多少会有一些区别的，尤其是田小剑这样的人中龙凤，一举一动，多少都会与常人有些不同。
Boom! The black energy seemed paper-thin; Little Swordfield was indeed using some secret technique inside, but it was interrupted before he could finish. His fate mirrored the two-headed four-armed demon—tightly held by that green hand.
zhè yì diǎn ， lín xuān xīn zhōng qīng chǔ ， ér tā yǔ tián xiǎo jiàn suī rán jù shǎo lí duō ， dàn qián qián hòu hòu ， yǐ jīng bù zhī dào dǎ guò duō shǎo jiāo dào le 。
这一点，林轩心中清楚，而他与田小剑虽然聚少离多，但前前后后，已经不知道打过多少交道了。
The enemy was restrained, yet Lin Xuan’s face showed no joy but rather a strange frustration.
lín xuān zì xìn ， zì jǐ bú huì kàn cuò rén de 。
林轩自信，自己不会看错人的。
"Spit it out, you’re just an outer manifestation. Why did I forget this?"
zhè xiǎo zi jiū jìng shì zhuāng shǎ hái shì shī qù jì yì le ？
这小子究竟是装傻还是失去记忆了？
Lin Xuan sighed. Even wise men can make mistakes; despite his intelligence, sometimes he could overlook such possibilities.
kě kàn shàng qù dōu bù xiàng a ！
可看上去都不像啊！
No wonder Little Swordfield, with his exceptional talent, had remained at the Separation Realm中期 stage for so long.
chú le yí huò hái shì yí huò ， bù guò lín xuān yě méi yǒu duō zuò sī suǒ ， hé biān shǎ hū hū de guǎn nà me duō ， jiāng zhè xiǎo zi ná xià bù jiù yī qiè qīng chǔ 。
除了疑惑还是疑惑，不过林轩也没有多做思索，何鞭傻乎乎的管那么多，将这小子拿下不就一切清楚。
No wonder he couldn’t recognize him even after all their collaborations.
nán dé zhè xiǎo zi de jìng jiè yǔ zì jǐ chà nà me duō ， bù hǎo hǎo lì yòng kě jiù kuī le 。
难得这小子的境界与自己差那么多，不好好利用可就亏了。
After all, outer manifestations came in two types. One involved finding a suitable body and having the second元婴 take over. Once successful, it was almost like having another self. While this greatly benefited combat, if the main元婴 and physical body perished, the second元婴 could still be transformed into the main one with effort.
sú huà shuō ， jī bù kě shī ， shī bù zài lái 。
俗话说，机不可失，失不再来。
However, such manifestations had clear advantages but also significant drawbacks—two selves sharing similar emotions and memories, able to act independently, yet there was a hierarchy, making it easy for the outer manifestation to suffer backlash if separated from the main元婴.
lín xuān cóng lái bú shì pó pó mā mā de rén wù ， nǎo hǎi zhōng niàn tou zhuǎn guò ， tā yǐ rán dòng shǒu 。
林轩从来不是婆婆妈妈的人物，脑海中念头转过，他已然动手。
Like Lin Xuan, who shared his body between two元婴s, the risk of backlash was much lower.
hōng ！
轰！
The second type involved using a spirit fragment, which could carry some emotional memories but with limited capacity. This explained why Little Swordfield couldn’t recognize him; he had no such memories.
páng bó de líng yuè fēng yōng ér chū ， tián xiǎo jiàn ，“ dēng dēng dēng ” de tuì le sān bù ， liǎn shàng de biǎo qíng nán kàn dào jí chù ：“ nǐ ……， nǐ shì dòng xuán jí bié de xiū xiān zhě ？”
磅礴的灵岳蜂拥而出，田小剑，“蹬蹬蹬”的退了三步，脸上的表情难看到极处：“你……，你是洞玄级别的修仙者？”
"Damnit, this kid’s outer manifestation is too subtle. I’ve watched for so long and yet didn’t spot anything."
“ hēng 。”
“哼。”
Lin Xuan muttered, feeling a bit alarmed. If an outer manifestation was made so magically, with such powerful techniques, able to defeat five opponents at once—could Little Swordfield's true form be even more formidable?
lín xuān cái nán dé yǔ tā luō suo ， xiān jiāng zhè huá liū xiǎo zi qín xià zài shuō 。
林轩才难得与他啰嗦，先将这滑溜小子擒下再说。
These thoughts raced through Lin Xuan’s mind as he felt a growing sense of caution.
xiù páo yī fú ， qīng sè de jiàn qì yú yóu ér chū ， duì fù yī qū qū lí hé jí bié de cún zài ， yě wú xū shǐ yòng bǎo wù ， ér zhè fāng yuán qiān lǐ ， dōu méi yǒu bié de shēng wù ， gèng méi yǒu bì yào yǎn shì zì jǐ xiū xiān zhě de shēn fèn shén me 。
袖袍一拂，青色的剑气鱼游而出，对付一区区离合级别的存在，也无需使用宝物，而这方圆千里，都没有别的生物，更没有必要掩饰自己修仙者的身份什么。
Compared to himself, was Little Swordfield stronger or just slightly weaker? It wasn’t easy to judge.
Fighting a larger group and even consuming煞丹, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration. For someone at the Separation Realm中期 stage, Little Swordfield was truly overpowered.
But was he really at that stage?
Lin Xuan didn’t know for sure. Little Swordfield had always been unpredictable; while Lin Xuan wasn’t afraid, he also wouldn’t make any hasty judgments about him!
Before his thoughts could fully process, cries of agony echoed in his ears. The few ancient demons were already beheaded, leaving only one survivor—the one who had just been knocked back.
With all his companions dead, the two-headed four-armed ancient demon’s expression was quite telling—there was a hint of fear, but it quickly turned to determination.
His eyes filled with brutality, almost bordering on madness.
Roar!
He raised his head and let out an angry cry that echoed through the heavens.
Then, magic light flashed. Black lightning appeared on his body surface, while the surrounding demonic energy surged into him, which he greedily inhaled.
It looked like he was about to use a powerful technique, but Little Swordfield ignored it, even showing a hint of mockery. A诀was cast, and space rumbled as a black-red hand materialized before reaching out.
This hand was incredibly thick, stretching over a hundred feet long. The tall ancient demon seemed weak in comparison, unable to dodge; he was grabbed by the fingers and held tightly in the palm.
Unable to move!
"Stupid fellow, do you really think you can self-destruct in front of this young master?" Little Swordfield’s cold voice rang out as he used that hand for soul probing.
After a moment, there was a loud thud. The demonic technique Little Swordfield had used to probe his soul was interrupted, and the ancient demon’s fate mirrored that of the two-headed four-armed demon—tightly grasped by that black-red hand.
Despite the enemy being restrained, Lin Xuan’s expression showed no joy but rather a strange frustration.
"Spit it out, you actually managed to find my hiding spot?"
Lin Xuan was genuinely surprised. Did he misjudge this situation? But the thought flashed through his mind and immediately dismissed.
While the world was vast, even if two people looked exactly alike, there would still be subtle differences in their demeanor. Little Swordfield, a man of exceptional talent, had movements that set him apart from others.
Lin Xuan knew this well. Although they met infrequently, he had interacted with Little Swordfield countless times over the years. He was confident he wouldn’t mistake someone for another.
Was this kid pretending to be dumb or had he lost his memory?
It didn't seem like it.
Despite his doubts, Lin Xuan didn’t dwell on them. Why worry about such trivial matters when he could just capture this guy and get everything clear?
Considering the significant difference in their cultivation levels, it would be a waste not to take advantage of this opportunity.
Opportunity knocks but once; seize the moment.
Without further ado, Lin Xuan acted.
Boom!
A surge of powerful spiritual energy burst forth. Little Swordfield stumbled back three steps as his expression turned to utter shock: "You… you are a Separation Realm cultivator?"
"Hmph."
Lin Xuan didn’t waste time on idle chatter; he first captured this slippery guy before anything else.
With a wave of his sleeve, green sword qi emerged like fish swimming in water. There was no need for precious treasures against such an insignificant opponent. This vast area had no other life forms to hide behind, so there was no reason to conceal his identity as a cultivator.
Little Swordfield’s expression darkened as he deftly flung out several magic items from his waist. They were all enveloped in black energy—clearly demonic treasures. It seemed this kid had indeed ascended and become an ancient demon.
Bang, bang, bang!
Sounds echoed as the demonic treasures Little Swordfield used clashed with Lin Xuan’s sword light, quickly falling into a disadvantage due to their significant power gap. His earlier bravery was now just a struggling ant under Lin Xuan's control.
However, considering his Separation Realm cultivation level, being able to block Lin Xuan’s sword light was already quite remarkable. Not many cultivators could achieve this.
Little Swordfield didn’t want to surrender easily; he cast several诀and the demonic energy around him surged, quickly forming a demonic cloud that enveloped his figure.
"Want to escape? Do you really think it's possible? Surrender willingly and you'll suffer less."
Just as Little Swordfield had said to the ancient demons earlier, Lin Xuan repeated those words with identical gestures.
Lin Xuan raised his right hand, casting a诀from his fingertips. Space rumbled as a green hand materialized, swiftly grabbing into that demonic cloud.
Boom! The black energy seemed paper-thin; Little Swordfield was indeed using some secret technique inside, but it was interrupted before he could finish. His fate mirrored the two-headed four-armed demon—tightly held by that green hand.
The enemy was restrained, yet Lin Xuan’s face showed no joy but rather a strange frustration.
"Spit it out, you’re just an outer manifestation. Why did I forget this?"
Lin Xuan sighed. Even wise men can make mistakes; despite his intelligence, sometimes he could overlook such possibilities.
No wonder Little Swordfield, with his exceptional talent, had remained at the Separation Realm中期 stage for so long.
No wonder he couldn’t recognize him even after all their collaborations.
After all, outer manifestations came in two types. One involved finding a suitable body and having the second元婴 take over. Once successful, it was almost like having another self. While this greatly benefited combat, if the main元婴 and physical body perished, the second元婴 could still be transformed into the main one with effort.
However, such manifestations had clear advantages but also significant drawbacks—two selves sharing similar emotions and memories, able to act independently, yet there was a hierarchy, making it easy for the outer manifestation to suffer backlash if separated from the main元婴.
Like Lin Xuan, who shared his body between two元婴s, the risk of backlash was much lower.
The second type involved using a spirit fragment, which could carry some emotional memories but with limited capacity. This explained why Little Swordfield couldn’t recognize him; he had no such memories.
"Damnit, this kid’s outer manifestation is too subtle. I’ve watched for so long and yet didn’t spot anything."
Lin Xuan muttered, feeling a bit alarmed. If an outer manifestation was made so magically, with such powerful techniques, able to defeat five opponents at once—could Little Swordfield's true form be even more formidable?
These thoughts raced through Lin Xuan’s mind as he felt a growing sense of caution.
Compared to himself, was Little Swordfield stronger or just slightly weaker? It wasn’t easy to judge.