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第两千二百七十七章 林轩与付天衡的差距

It's beyond endurance!

Compared to human cultivators, ancient demons naturally have extremely explosive tempers. How could Elder Yan Shan endure such humiliation? Three talismans were repeatedly snatched away by others.

Furious!

If a tiger doesn't show its claws, do you really think I'm just a sickly cat?

Today, I must make you bleed five steps!

The old monster's brows furrowed, exuding an aura that made one shudder with fear. This time, he was thoroughly enraged and unwilling to suppress his anger any longer.

Aroused cries filled the air as nearby ancient demons showed signs of terror, scattering like birds fleeing a storm.

For Tianheng Fu, a bitter smile crossed his face. As the host, he couldn't stay out of it, but what could he do? He dared not approach to stop the old monster from the Divination Stage—Elder Yan Shan was notorious for his cruelty and penchant for killing.

"Senior, please calm down. I beg you to consider the Fu Family's face. Otherwise,"

"What if I don't? Do you dare threaten me?"

Elder Yan Shan turned sharply, his originally hazy eyes now sharp as lightning. The moment their gazes met, Tianheng Fu shuddered involuntarily, a chill running from his heart up to his scalp. He couldn't bear to look into the old monster's eyes again.

His scalp tingled, as if he had fallen into an icy pit, a sensation that was difficult to describe and extremely uncomfortable.

Tianheng Fu felt cold inside.

He was the head of the Fu Family, a peak Profound玄 Stage cultivator. Without even engaging in battle, just a glance from his opponent had him bowing down. The gap between Profound玄 and Divination stages was astonishingly vast.

The entire process lasted only an instant, yet it felt like he had traversed countless years. When he finally regained his senses, he was drenched in sweat.

His composure vanished, replaced by a flustered explanation: "Senior, please calm down. Even if I were given the courage of a thousand men, I wouldn't dare be so disrespectful. But, but..."

The dignity of the Fu Family must be maintained, yet this old monster before him was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Tianheng Fu, despite his diplomatic skills, found himself at a loss for words.

In the end, in the cultivation world, strength was everything.

Fortunately, Elder Yan Shan didn't want to make too many enemies. To Tianheng Fu, he was just an ant, not worth considering. However, the entire Fu Family was another matter—especially its head, who would give him a headache if they clashed. He had no chance of victory.

Most importantly, who would willingly offend fellow cultivators? It clearly wasn't worth it.

Considering this, he wouldn't harm Tianheng Fu. Instead, his voice was cold: "This matter has nothing to do with the Fu Family. If you don't want to anger me further, move aside. Otherwise..."

Elder Yan Shan didn't say more, but Tianheng Fu lowered his head. Compared to face, life was clearly more important. A Profound玄-level ancient demon had lived for tens of thousands of years; he knew which was heavier.

However, the corner of his eye caught Lin Xuan's gaze. As they say, a tree that stands out will be struck by lightning. Who could blame Lin Xuan for such a dazzling display? He had claimed all three top-tier auctioned talismans. Other ancient demons couldn't help but envy and resent him.

Would their wishes come true?

The peak Profound玄 head of the Fu Family, Tianheng Fu, was no match for Elder Yan Shan's gaze. In an instant, he shivered as if plunged into a thousand-year ice cave. But how about Lin Xuan?

He showed no concern at all.

Although he wasn't a Divination Stage cultivator, his true strength was slightly lower than that of the head of the Fu Family. So what? Lin Xuan couldn't be measured by ordinary standards.

Evaluating him based on the same stage's strength would be a grave mistake.

A glance could make someone like Lin Xuan submit?

That was absurd!

Back then, he had faced the ancient demons of Heavenly Corpse Sect and never feared them. Despite numerous setbacks and using many cunning tactics, he ultimately destroyed them all. With his enhanced power and newly refined命魂 treasures, how could a mere Elder Yan Shan frighten him?

Otherwise, Lin Xuan wouldn't have competed so openly for those three talismans.

He dared to do this because he had the confidence.

The other party couldn't do anything about it.

As for wanting to make him submit with a glance? That was sheer folly.

Facing Elder Yan Shan's spiritual pressure, Lin Xuan remained unfazed. He raised his head as if nothing happened, their gazes meeting. Unlike Tianheng Fu, Lin Xuan showed no concern at all.

Elder Yan Shan maintained composure on the surface but couldn't help feeling a bit doubtful inside.

No turning back now. Having taken this stance, he couldn't retreat gracefully. Otherwise, his face would be nowhere to put. How could he maintain any dignity in the Holy Realm?

So, regardless of what was going through his mind, once he had stepped out, there was no choice but to push forward.

With no way out, Elder Yan Shan was cornered by Lin Xuan.

Boom!

However, a Divination Stage existence wasn't trivial. His aura continued to rise. After some time, thuds echoed as several Core Formation Stage ancient demons collapsed from the pressure.

Elder Yan Shan's spiritual force wasn't aimed at them; even so, the pressure they felt was immense. Lin Xuan's experience would be even more severe.

Yet he remained extremely composed.

"This Divination Stage guy must be some hidden old monster," Elder Yan Shan thought. Even other ancient demons had such thoughts now. However, what puzzled them was that with everything on the line, why didn't Lin Xuan reveal his true strength? What was he waiting for?

Elder Yan Shan's mind was filled with questions when suddenly, Lin Xuan moved.

He waved his sleeve, and a grayish-white spirit bag flew out. The bag hovered briefly before opening its mouth, revealing a vicious growl from within.

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