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This attack was formless and terrifying, not only instilling fear in the heart but also possessing an extremely formidable destructive power. Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; he dared not use his divine sense to manifest a form to counter it.

Although his divine sense strength far surpassed that of his peers, it still fell short compared to the Tribulation Transcender Zhu Ma.

However... could one merely rely on their presence to intimidate him?

That was too naive!

A sinister expression flashed across Lin Xuan's face. The cracking sounds of bones filled his ears as a terrifying aura surged from his body. At that moment, Lin Xuan seemed to transform into a ferocious beast from the primordial era.

The presence couldn't be lost!

"Humph!"

Lin Xuan raised his right hand and punched forward with a simple yet powerful punch.

As he moved, the air before him was twisted and torn by an immense force. It rapidly collapsed in front of his eyes.

Indeed, it was collapsing!

In just these hundred years, Lin Xuan's strength had increased exponentially. A single punch could cause space to collapse and distort.

The strange power contained within his fist collided with the vortex in front of Zhu Ma. The scene was indescribable.

It was like a massive meteorite falling from the sky, producing a thunderous sound that tore through his eardrums. The light waves emanating from the impact swept away the gale-force winds above the ninth heaven.

Fortunately, they were at an altitude of ten thousand miles; otherwise, the snow fox clan's habitat would have been flattened by this single strike alone.

This was merely a试探性的攻击 from a Tribulation Transcender veteran, yet it had such power.

Lin Xuan's expression turned extremely grim. The enemy was stronger than he imagined.

Would this place truly become his tomb?

There was no time for fear. Lin Xuan waved both hands, casting a series of incantations. With each movement, the nine palace sword spirits before him shone brightly, transforming from one to three and then nine in an instant. In just a moment, dazzling sword light obscured the entire sky.

"Humph!"

Lin Xuan was still unsatisfied; several more intricate incantations emerged from his fingertips.

The hundreds of sword rays changed. Originally no longer than a foot, they now swelled with the wind.

Soon, they transformed into massive swords over a hundred feet long. The inscriptions on their surfaces pulsed, thick and substantial as if solid.

Sword Technique!

For cultivators at Lin Xuan's level, even transforming a sword capable of cleaving heaven and earth wouldn't be particularly surprising.

However, what Lin Xuan was casting wasn't just one; there were hundreds of them. Each transformed into a hundred-foot-long celestial sword. The sheer power was so overwhelming that Zhu Ma couldn't help but take notice.

Had this boy gone mad?

Such techniques weren't within the realm of those at the Spirit Concentration stage. Not only did they require immense mana, but even a late-stage Great Sage would struggle to sustain them.

The backlash from such an exertion could be fatal.

Mana backlash was dangerous for cultivators, though not as perilous as walking into madness.

Zhu Ma's eyes revealed a human-like mocking expression.

Heaven's wrath can still be endured; self-inflicted suffering cannot. This hateful little fellow wants to die?

...

"Xiang'er, what are you doing?"

Yuanke pulled her sister by the hand, her face filled with anxiety: "Sister, let go of me. The clan has already evacuated. I'm going to help Brother Lin Xuan."

Xiang'er was about to lose it. By now, she had realized that her heart belonged to that big guy.

"Helping Lin Xuan? You'll only be causing trouble. If you want him to die, I won't stop you," Yuanke's cold voice echoed in her ears as she released her sister's hand.

She wasn't heartless; it was just that she knew her younger sister best. Soft words wouldn't work, so this method had to be used.

"Sister, are you saying..."

Xiang'er turned her delicate head in surprise. She felt the enemy was terrifying but wasn't a mere clay figure or paper doll. With one more person and helper, as a Spirit Concentration cultivator, even if she couldn't help much, was it too much to add chaos?

"Sister Xiang, Lin Xuan is not only your intended; he also saved my life and has great merits for our clan. Do you think I'm a coward who fears death? If possible, I wouldn't want to go up there and lend a hand..."

"Enemies are too strong!"

Yuanke raised her head, her clear eyes gazing at the sky: "Can't you feel that spiritual pressure? It's not something a Spirit Concentration cultivator should possess."

"Sister, what do you mean..."

Xiang'er's expression turned serious. Although she wasn't as mature and steady as her sister, she had led the snow fox clan for over a century, tempering her fiery personality. Earlier, it was just concern clouding judgment; now, with shock evident on her beautiful face, every word sounded like a thunderclap in her ears: "Is that Tribulation Transcender Zhu Ma?"

"Indeed, human-faced, tiger-footed, fangs exposed, and a long, fierce tail. Don't you think of something from its appearance?"

"Tribulation Transcender Zhu Ma!"

Xiang'er's knowledge might not be as extensive as her sister's, but Zhu Ma was one of the Four Fiends in the Demon Realm; his reputation was well-known. How could Xiang'er not have heard of him?

Her face turned pale.

A true spirit was far more powerful than a Tribulation Transcender, and Lin Xuan must be doomed.

"Impossible, I can't let him die like this."

Xiang'er, shocked but undeterred, prepared to fly up into the sky. However, her action wasn't unexpected by Yuanke; she quickly pulled her sister back: "Silly girl, don't rush. Zhu Ma is too fierce, but he wouldn't dare manifest his true form in the Spirit Realm. This is probably just a manifestation."

Princess Yuanke was indeed calm. With a few words, she deduced the truth.

"So what? Even if it's a manifestation, it's still a Tribulation Transcender. Brother Lin Xuan..." Xiang'er remained agitated and lost for words.

"Then go, accompany him to his death; what meaning does that have?" Yuanke's voice was like a thunderclap: "Lin Xuan knew the enemy's identity from the start but didn't flee. He probably feared we would be punished. Going now will only disappoint him."

"Trust me, Lin Xuan isn't an ordinary cultivator. Staying to face Zhu Ma must have some means and confidence. Remaining here allows us to wait for opportunities to help him; rushing in now can only cause more chaos..."

Yuanke's words had merit. If Lin Xuan could fight Zhu Ma to a stalemate, she and her sister would become the decisive forces in this battle.

"But..."

"Do not speak further. You like Brother Lin Xuan, so believe in him. Believe in my sister's chosen husband; he is definitely different from ordinary cultivators."

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