yóu qí shì nà bái páo xiū shí ， jǐn guǎn liǎn sè nán kàn de yào sǐ ， rán ér yǎn zhōng què shǎn guò yī mǒ jué rán zhī sè ， shuāng shǒu yī wò ， yī dào gǔ guài de jiàn jué yóu tā zhǐ jiān fú xiàn ér chū 。
尤其是那白袍修十，尽管脸色难看的要死，然而眼中却闪过一抹决然之色，双手一握，一道古怪的剑诀由他指尖浮现而出。
Especially that White Robed Cultivator, despite his face turning ashen, a determined glint flashed in his eyes. He clenched his hands, and an odd sword technique appeared from the tips of his fingers.
tóng shí tā zhāng kāi kǒu ， cóng zuǐ bā lǐ pēn chū yī tuán xuè wù 。
同时他张开口，从嘴巴里喷出一团血雾。
At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist. This blood contained his true essence.
cǐ xuè kě shì yùn hán dé yǒu běn mìng zhēn yuán zài lǐ tou 。
此血可是蕴含得有本命真元在里头。
The situation was dire now; the White Robed Cultivator had no more reservations, preparing to fight to the death.
cǐ kè xíng shì wēi jí ， bái páo xiū shì zài wú rèn hé bǎo liú ， zhǔn bèi pīn mìng le 。
此刻形势危急，白袍修士再无任何保留，准备拼命了。
His innate treasure already moved with great subtlety, but at this moment, it shone even brighter. The sound of a dragon's roar seemed to enter one’s ears as black mist erupted from the sword blade.
qí běn mìng fǎ bǎo yuán běn jiù zhǎn zhuǎn téng nuó ， pǒ yǒu xuán miào zhī chù ， cǐ shí cǐ kè ， gèng shì líng guāng dà zuò ， fǎng ruò lóng yín de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr duǒ ， yóu nà jiàn shēn zhōng ， pēn bó chū yī piàn hēi wù 。
其本命法宝原本就辗转腾挪，颇有玄妙之处，此时此刻，更是灵光大做，仿若龙吟的声音传入耳朵，由那剑身中，喷薄出一片黑雾。
The mist condensed into a ten-meter-long dragon that appeared before their eyes.
wù qì yī liǎn ， yī tiáo zhǎng shí yú zhàng de jiāo lóng fú xiàn yú yǎn lián 。
雾气一敛，一条长十余丈的蛟龙浮现于眼帘。
Spiritual Soul!
qì líng ！
器灵！
"Your precious sword is actually powered by a water dragon-type妖兽 spirit?"
“ nǐ zhè bǎo jiàn ， jū rán shì yǐ jiāo lóng lèi yāo shòu zuò wéi qì líng de ？”
“你这宝剑，居然是以蛟龙类妖兽作为器灵的？”
The cultivator dressed in farmer’s attire was shocked. He hurriedly tried to maneuver his treasure to dodge, but it was too late. The dragon's claws closed on him, pinning the coin-shaped treasure in mid-air.
nà yuán wài dǎ bàn de xiū shì dà jīng shī sè ， huāng huāng zhāng zhāng de cāo zòng bǎo wù xiǎng duǒ ， kě yǐ jīng lái bù jí le 。
那员外打扮的修士大惊失色，慌慌张张的操纵宝物想躲，可已经来不及了。
Then, black light flashed as the divine sword descended fiercely, splitting the coin-shaped treasure into two halves with the power of the spirit soul.
zhǐ jiàn nà jiāo lóng liǎng zhǐ lì zhuǎ yī hé ， jū rán jiāng tā nà xíng rú tóng qián de fǎ bǎo dìng zài kōng zhōng 。
只见那蛟龙两只利爪一合，居然将他那形如铜钱的法宝定在空中。
"Spit…."
suí hòu wū guāng yī shǎn ， nà xiān jiàn hěn hěn de pī kǎn xià lái ， jiè zhù qì líng zhī lì ， jū rán jiāng tóng qián bǎo wù pǐ chéng le liǎng bàn 。
随后乌光一闪，那仙剑狠狠的劈砍下来，借助器灵之力，居然将铜钱宝物劈成了两半。
The farmer’s attire cultivator coughed up a mouthful of blood. The destruction of his true essence treasure and the disturbance to his mind would make anyone suffer greatly.
“ pū ……。”
“噗……。”
The White Robed Cultivator did not let this go, sending out a divine thought. Instantly, the dragon's head swayed as it flew towards him like an injured farmer.
yuán wài dǎ bàn de xiū shì yī kǒu xiān xuè pēn bó ， běn mìng bǎo wù bèi huǐ ， xīn shén qiān dòng zhī xià ， bù lùn shì shuí ， dōu bú huì hǎo guò 。
员外打扮的修士一口鲜血喷薄，本命宝物被毁，心神牵动之下，不论是谁，都不会好过。
"Have you the guts!"
ér bái páo xiū shì dé lǐ bù ráo rén ， yī dào shén niàn fā chū ， dùn shí nà jiāo lóng tóu lú yī bǎi ， xiàng zhe shòu shāng de yuán wài fēi le guò lái
而白袍修士得理不饶人，一道神念发出，顿时那蛟龙头颅一摆，像着受伤的员外飞了过来
A fierce shout entered one’s ears. Old Wuhou was both shocked and angry. Although he wasn’t from the same sect with the fat farmer, they were allies. The other party had killed in his presence; how could he save face?
“ ěr gǎn ！”
“尔敢！”
He would surely be ridiculed upon returning.
yī shēng lì hē chuán rù ěr duǒ ， nà wú lǎo guài yòu jīng yòu nù ， suī rán tā yǔ zhè pàng zi yuán wài bìng fēi tóng mén ， dàn hǎo dǎi shì méng yǒu ， duì fāng jū rán dāng zhe zì jǐ de miàn shā rén ， zhè ràng zì jǐ de liǎn wǎng nǎ ér gē 。
一声厉喝传入耳朵，那吴老怪又惊又怒，虽然他与这胖子员外并非同门，但好歹是盟友，对方居然当着自己的面杀人，这让自己的脸往哪儿搁。
In a fit of rage, he raised his double-edged battle axe and swung it downward.
huí qù hòu fēi bèi chǐ xiào bù kě 。
回去后非被耻笑不可。
The axe remained in his hand, but as he moved, a sharp light shot out, dazzlingly bright. Space twisted around this move, the power of the axe seemed to open heaven and earth. If the White Robed Cultivator didn’t dodge, his head would be separated from his body in an instant.
bào nù zhī xià ， tā dào tí shuāng rèn zhàn fǔ ， gē bó yī lūn ， cǐ bǎo jiù hěn hěn xiàng xià huī luò 。
暴怒之下，他倒提双刃战斧，胳膊一抡，此宝就狠狠向下挥落。
This was a very skillful strategy of feinting to save someone else.
fǔ tóu réng zài tā de shǒu lǐ ， rán ér suí zhe zhè ge dòng zuò ， què shì yī dào lì máng jī shè ér chū ， liàng lì wú bǐ ， tóng shí kōng jiān yī zhèn niǔ qū ， zhè yī fǔ zhī wēi ， fǎng fú yào kāi tiān pì dì ， bái páo xiū shì ruò shì bù duǒ ， xià yī kè jiù huì shēn shǒu yì chù 。
斧头仍在他的手里，然而随着这个动作，却是一道厉芒激射而出，亮丽无比，同时空间一阵扭曲，这一斧之威，仿佛要开天辟地，白袍修士若是不躲，下一刻就会身首异处。
Old Wuhou’s face wore a sneer, but what followed left him stunned.
zhè shì shí fēn gāo míng de wéi wèi jiù zhào zhī shù 。
这是十分高明的围魏救赵之术。
The other party did not dodge!
wú lǎo guài de liǎn shàng guà zhe lěng xiào zhī sè ， rán ér jiē xià lái de yí mù què ràng tā jīng dāi le 。
吴老怪的脸上挂着冷笑之色，然而接下来的一幕却让他惊呆了。
Did he miss the mark? Did he not realize that he might be split into two halves?
duì fāng jū rán bù duǒ ！
对方居然不躲！
Crazy!
yǒu méi yǒu gǎo cuò ， tā bù zhī dào zì jǐ huì bèi pī kǎn wèi liǎng bàn me ？
有没有搞错，他不知道自己会被劈砍为两半么？
Such an unexpected change was beyond Old Wuhou's experience. Among cultivators, there were many brave ones, but such a man who faced death without hesitation had never been seen.
fēng le ！
疯了！
Facing a blade and not dodging—was he trying to trade his life for another’s?
zhè yàng de biàn gù ， yǐ wú lǎo guài dòu fǎ jīng yàn zhī fēng fù ， yě shì shǐ liào wèi jí de ， xiū xiān zhě zhōng bù fá yǒng měng zhī rén ， rán ér zhè yàng shì sǐ rú guī de jiā huo què shì cóng wèi jiàn guò 。
这样的变故，以吴老怪斗法经验之丰富，也是始料未及的，修仙者中不乏勇猛之人，然而这样视死如归的家伙却是从未见过。
Old Wuhou was both shocked and angry. Even with his superior cultivation, it would be too late to change tactics now.
lì rèn jiā shēn què bù duǒ ， xiǎng yào yī mìng huàn yī mìng me ？
利刃加身却不躲，想要一命换一命么？
Damn!
wú lǎo guài jīng nù jiāo jí ， shì qíng dào le zhè yī bù ， jí biàn tā xiū wèi yuǎn shèng duì fāng yě lái bù jí biàn zhāo bǔ jiù le 。
吴老怪惊怒交集，事情到了这一步，即便他修为远胜对方也来不及变招补救了。
In his rage, more magical power surged into the treasure in front of him.
kě wù ！
可恶！
If this other party didn’t want to live, let them have their wish.
jīng nù zhī xià ， tā jiāng gèng duō de fǎ lì ， zhù rù shēn qián de fǎ bǎo lǐ 。
惊怒之下，他将更多的法力，注入身前的法宝里。
Old Wuhou thought viciously, but just as he did, something unexpected happened. A sigh sounded without warning, and the sharp light from the double-edged battle axe vanished.
duì fāng jì rán bù xiǎng huó ， nà jiù rú tā suǒ yuàn hǎo le 。
对方既然不想活，那就如他所愿好了。
Silently and effortlessly, it was deflected by someone.
wú lǎo guài è hěn hěn de xiǎng zhe ， rán ér piān piān jiù zài zhè shí ， yì biàn tū qǐ ， yī shēng tàn xī ， háo wú zhēng zhào de chuán rù ěr lǐ 。
吴老怪恶狠狠的想着，然而偏偏就在这时，异变突起，一声叹息，毫无征兆的传入耳里。
This sudden change left both Cloud Concealment Sect’s cultivators and the outsiders speechless. Even the White Robed Cultivator was surprised; he had prepared to die for a chance at survival.
tóng shí ， nà yóu shuāng rèn jù fǔ pī cì ér chū de lì máng jū rán bú jiàn le 。
同时，那由双刃巨斧劈刺而出的厉芒居然不见了。
At this moment, a scream echoed in their ears. The farmer’s attire cultivator didn’t receive any divine favor as the water dragon spirit snapped his neck, ending his life.
wú shēng wú xī ， bèi rén qīng sōng huà jiě yú wú xíng 。
无声无息，被人轻松化解于无形。
However, Old Wuhou paid no heed now. His face showed shock and anger.
rú cǐ biàn gù ， bù lùn shì yún yǐn zōng de xiū xiān zhě ， hái shì nà xiē wài lái de xiū shì ， yí gè èr gè ， quán dōu jīng dāi le 。
如此变故，不论是云隐宗的修仙者，还是那些外来的修士，一个二个，全都惊呆了。
"Which lowly scoundrel is hiding here to attack? If you dare break my spell, do you lack the courage for a fair fight?"
lián nà bái páo xiū shì yě dà gǎn yì wài ， tā yǐ xīn cún sǐ zhì ， zhǔn bèi yī mìng huàn yī mìng ， bù céng xiǎng ， jū rán yǒu jī huì táo chū shēng tiān 。
连那白袍修士也大感意外，他已心存死志，准备一命换一命，不曾想，居然有机会逃出生天。
Old Wuhou’s eyes flashed with a sinister glint as he spoke fiercely. The other Cloud Concealment Sect cultivators ignored him completely.
zhè yùn qì ， shì bú shì tài hǎo le diǎn 。
这运气，是不是太好了点。
"Attacking? You are merely too weak to penetrate Lin Xuan's concealment techniques. Besides, this is the main headquarters of Cloud Concealment Sect. What right do you have to recklessly cause trouble in our sacred grounds?" Lin Xuan spoke lightly but with a mocking tone.
yǔ cǐ tóng shí ， què tīng jiàn yī shēng cǎn jiào chuán rù ěr duǒ ， nà yuán wài dǎ bàn de xiū shì ， kě jiù méi néng dé dào shàng tiān de juàn gù ， bèi nà jiāo lóng qì líng jiāng bó zi niǔ duàn ， yí mìng wū hū 。
与此同时，却听见一声惨叫传入耳朵，那员外打扮的修士，可就没能得到上天的眷顾，被那蛟龙器灵将脖子扭断，一命呜呼。
Suddenly, green light flashed as two figures appeared several dozen meters away—a man and a woman. The man was unremarkable, while the woman was beautiful and fair.
bù guò cǐ kè ， wú lǎo guài yǐ gù bù dé ， tā de miàn róng shàng ， quán shì jīng yí yǔ fèn nù 。
不过此刻，吴老怪已顾不得，他的面容上，全是惊疑与愤怒。
They were Lin Yujiao and Lin Xuan.
“ nǎ ge xiāo xiǎo zhī bèi yǐn zài àn jiān tōu xí ， jì rán gǎn pò běn zūn de fǎ shù ， nán dào lián zhèng miàn yī zhàn de yǒng qì yě méi yǒu me ？”
“哪个宵小之辈隐在暗尖偷袭，既然敢破本尊的法术，难道连正面一战的勇气也没有么？”
Just now, he had flown here to see that the White Robed Cultivator was about to be splattered with blood. Although Lin Xuan didn’t know him well, as a sect elder, he couldn't ignore such a situation. With Lin Xuan's strength, countering an equal-level attack wasn’t even a challenge.
wú lǎo guài yǎn zhōng shǎn guò yī sī zhēng níng zhī sè ， xiōng shén è shà de kāi kǒu le ， zhì yú yún yǐn zōng qí tā de xiū xiān zhě ， tā gēn běn shì ruò wú dǔ 。
吴老怪眼中闪过一丝狰狞之色，凶神恶煞的开口了，至于云隐宗其他的修仙者，他根本视若无睹。
"Thank you, Senior Uncle for saving me."
“ tōu xí ？ míng míng shì gé xià xiū wèi tài dī ， kàn bù pò lín mǒu de yǐn nì shén tōng ér yǐ ， hé kuàng zhè lǐ shì yún yǐn zōng zǒng duò ， nǐ men shì shén me dōng xī ， nán dào lián ā māo ā gǒu ， yě kě yǐ lái běn mén zhòng dì sā yě bù chéng me ？” lín xuān de huà qīng miáo dàn xiě ， yǔ qì què chōng mǎn le cháo fěng zhī yì 。
“偷袭？明明是阁下修为太低，看不破林某的隐匿神通而已，何况这里是云隐宗总舵，你们是什么东西，难道连阿猫阿狗，也可以来本门重地撒野不成么？”林轩的话轻描淡写，语气却充满了嘲讽之意。
The White Robed Cultivator bowed and his face showed complex emotions. As the successor of Sword Peak, he naturally had some reservations towards Lin Xuan. Since the fall of Heavenly璇剑尊, disciples from Sword Peak almost couldn't hold their heads up in the sect.
jiē zhe qīng guāng yī shǎn ， shù shí zhàng kāi wài ， yī nán yī nǚ xiǎn xiàn chū lái ， nán de róng mào píng fán ， nǚ de zé měi lì ér jiāo yán 。
接着青光一闪，数十丈开外，一男一女显现出来，男的容貌平凡，女的则美丽而娇颜。
But seeing Lin Xuan now, joy was the predominant emotion. The other Cloud Concealment Sect cultivators were overjoyed as if they found a new backbone.
zhèng shì lín yù jiāo yǔ lín xuān 。
正是林玉娇与林轩。
In contrast, those outsiders showed some tension.
gāng cái tā fēi dùn dào cǐ chù ， jiàn nà bái páo xiū shì mǎ shàng yào xuè jiàn wǔ bù ， lín xuān suī rán yǔ tā bù shú ， dàn shēn wèi běn mén zhǎng lǎo ， dāng rán bù kě néng bù guǎn bù gù ， ér yǐ lín xuān de shí lì ， huà jiě tóng jiē xiū shì de zhè yī jī ， gēn běn jiù bù fèi chuī huī zhī lì 。
刚才他飞遁到此处，见那白袍修士马上要血溅五步，林轩虽然与他不熟，但身为本门长老，当然不可能不管不顾，而以林轩的实力，化解同阶修士的这一击，根本就不费吹灰之力。
A person’s reputation is like a tree's shadow. Although Lin Xuan rarely appeared, his victory over Old Wuhou wasn’t fake. Despite the passage of time, his fame might have dimmed, but appearing here now left these people with some fear.
“ duō xiè shī shū jiù wǒ 。”
“多谢师叔救我。”
Of course, there were exceptions.
bái páo xiū shì bào quán xíng lǐ ， liǎn shàng shǎn guò yī sī fù zá zhī sè ， zuò wéi jì rèn de tiān jiàn fēng zhǔ ， duì yú lín xuān ， dāng rán huì yǒu jǐ fēn gé hé ， zì cóng tiān xuán jiàn zūn yǔn luò ， tiān jiàn fēng dì zǐ ， zài běn mén jī hū tái bù qǐ tóu le 。
白袍修士抱拳行礼，脸上闪过一丝复杂之色，作为继任的天剑峰主，对于林轩，当然会有几分隔阂，自从天璇剑尊陨落，天剑峰弟子，在本门几乎抬不起头了。
For example, Old Wuhou’s face showed arrogance: "You are Lin Xuan?"
dàn bù guǎn rú hé ， cǐ shí jiàn dào lín xuān ， zì rán shì xīn xǐ de chéng fèn gèng duō ， zhì yú yún yǐn zōng qí tā de xiū shì jiù gèng bù yòng tí ， yí gè gè xǐ xíng yú sè ， fǎng fú zhǎo dào le zhǔ xīn gǔ 。
但不管如何，此时见到林轩，自然是欣喜的成分更多，至于云隐宗其他的修士就更不用提，一个个喜形于色，仿佛找到了主心骨。
"Yes."
fǎn guān nà xiē wài lái de jiā huo ， zé duō shǎo liú lù chū jǐ fēn jǐn zhāng le 。
反观那些外来的家伙，则多少流露出几分紧张了。
Lin Xuan's tone remained calm: "Are you planning to commit suicide? Or shall I do it for you? By the way, if you choose the latter, expect a lot of suffering. For instance, soul extraction and essence refinement."
rén de míng ， shù de yǐng 。
人的名，树的影。
Old Wuhou was stunned by this statement before laughing in rage: "Committing suicide, are you really that bold? You're just a mid-stage Divination Realm cultivator, a mere flatterer. How dare you look down on me! I think you’re tired of living."
lín xuān suī rán jī hū méi yǒu zěn me lòu miàn guò ， rán ér dǎ bài tiān jué lǎo guài de shì zǒng bú huì shì jiǎ de ， yóu yú shí jiān de xiāo mó ， míng qì huò xǔ yǐ dàn le xǔ duō ， dàn cǐ kè chū xiàn zài zhè lǐ ， nà xiē jiā huo jiàn le ， xīn zhōng duō shǎo hái shì yǒu yī xiē jù pà de 。
林轩虽然几乎没有怎么露面过，然而打败天绝老怪的事总不会是假的，由于时间的消磨，名气或许已淡了许多，但此刻出现在这里，那些家伙见了，心中多少还是有一些惧怕的。
"A flatterer, do you believe so?"
dāng rán ， yě yǒu lì wài zhě 。
当然，也有例外者。
Lin Xuan's voice remained calm and unemotional: "As you say. But first, leave your life behind."
bǐ rú shuō wú lǎo guài jiù shì yī liǎn de jù ào zhī sè ：“ nǐ jiù shì lín xuān ？”
比如说吴老怪就是一脸的倨傲之色：“你就是林轩？”
Before the words were fully spoken, Lin Xuan’s sleeve seemed to be about to perform some secret technique. However, Old Wuhou acted first, his face showing a mix of disdain and fear.
lín xuān de yǔ qì yī jiù shì dàn dàn de ：“ gé xià shì zhǔn bèi zì wǒ le duàn ne ， hái shì ràng lín mǒu dài láo ， xiān shuō hǎo ， ruò shì xuǎn hòu zhě ， kǒng pà nán miǎn huì duō chī bù shǎo kǔ tóu de ， bǐ rú shuō ， chōu hún liàn pò 。”
林轩的语气依旧是淡淡的：“阁下是准备自我了段呢，还是让林某代劳，先说好，若是选后者，恐怕难免会多吃不少苦头的，比如说，抽魂炼魄。”
A roar like that of an animal filled their ears as his body suddenly grew ten times larger.
wú lǎo guài tīng le cǐ yán yī dāi ， suí hòu nù jí fǎn xiào qǐ lái ：“ zì wǒ le duàn ， gé xià hái zhēn gǎn shuō ， nǐ yě bù guò qū qū fēn shén zhōng qī de xiū shì bà le ， yí gè gū míng diào yù zhī tú ， yě gǎn zhè yàng xiǎo shì lǎo fū ， wǒ kàn nǐ shì huó dé bù nài fán le 。”
吴老怪听了此言一呆，随后怒极反笑起来：“自我了段，阁下还真敢说，你也不过区区分神中期的修士罢了，一个沽名钓誉之徒，也敢这样小视老夫，我看你是活得不耐烦了。”
Giant Technique!
“ gū míng diào yù zhī tú ， gé xià zhè me rèn wéi de 。”
“沽名钓誉之徒，阁下这么认为的。”
Originally stout, he now looked like a giant. Not only did his body grow, but so did the double-edged battle axe in his hands.
lín xuān de shēng yīn ， yī jiù bù dài yì diǎn huǒ qì ：“ gé xià shuō shì jiù shì ba ， dàn bù guǎn rú hé ， nǐ xiān jiāng xiǎo mìng ér liú xià zài shuō 。”
林轩的声音，依旧不带一点火气：“阁下说是就是吧，但不管如何，你先将小命儿留下再说。”
Then, with both arms swinging, cold light flashed. The massive axe, wielding the power to split heaven and earth, descended fiercely towards Lin Xuan's head.
Especially that White Robed Cultivator, despite his face turning ashen, a determined glint flashed in his eyes. He clenched his hands, and an odd sword technique appeared from the tips of his fingers.
At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist. This blood contained his true essence.
The situation was dire now; the White Robed Cultivator had no more reservations, preparing to fight to the death.
His innate treasure already moved with great subtlety, but at this moment, it shone even brighter. The sound of a dragon's roar seemed to enter one’s ears as black mist erupted from the sword blade.
The mist condensed into a ten-meter-long dragon that appeared before their eyes.
Spiritual Soul!
"Your precious sword is actually powered by a water dragon-type妖兽 spirit?"
The cultivator dressed in farmer’s attire was shocked. He hurriedly tried to maneuver his treasure to dodge, but it was too late. The dragon's claws closed on him, pinning the coin-shaped treasure in mid-air.
Then, black light flashed as the divine sword descended fiercely, splitting the coin-shaped treasure into two halves with the power of the spirit soul.
"Spit…."
The farmer’s attire cultivator coughed up a mouthful of blood. The destruction of his true essence treasure and the disturbance to his mind would make anyone suffer greatly.
The White Robed Cultivator did not let this go, sending out a divine thought. Instantly, the dragon's head swayed as it flew towards him like an injured farmer.
"Have you the guts!"
A fierce shout entered one’s ears. Old Wuhou was both shocked and angry. Although he wasn’t from the same sect with the fat farmer, they were allies. The other party had killed in his presence; how could he save face?
He would surely be ridiculed upon returning.
In a fit of rage, he raised his double-edged battle axe and swung it downward.
The axe remained in his hand, but as he moved, a sharp light shot out, dazzlingly bright. Space twisted around this move, the power of the axe seemed to open heaven and earth. If the White Robed Cultivator didn’t dodge, his head would be separated from his body in an instant.
This was a very skillful strategy of feinting to save someone else.
Old Wuhou’s face wore a sneer, but what followed left him stunned.
The other party did not dodge!
Did he miss the mark? Did he not realize that he might be split into two halves?
Crazy!
Such an unexpected change was beyond Old Wuhou's experience. Among cultivators, there were many brave ones, but such a man who faced death without hesitation had never been seen.
Facing a blade and not dodging—was he trying to trade his life for another’s?
Old Wuhou was both shocked and angry. Even with his superior cultivation, it would be too late to change tactics now.
Damn!
In his rage, more magical power surged into the treasure in front of him.
If this other party didn’t want to live, let them have their wish.
Old Wuhou thought viciously, but just as he did, something unexpected happened. A sigh sounded without warning, and the sharp light from the double-edged battle axe vanished.
Silently and effortlessly, it was deflected by someone.
This sudden change left both Cloud Concealment Sect’s cultivators and the outsiders speechless. Even the White Robed Cultivator was surprised; he had prepared to die for a chance at survival.
At this moment, a scream echoed in their ears. The farmer’s attire cultivator didn’t receive any divine favor as the water dragon spirit snapped his neck, ending his life.
However, Old Wuhou paid no heed now. His face showed shock and anger.
"Which lowly scoundrel is hiding here to attack? If you dare break my spell, do you lack the courage for a fair fight?"
Old Wuhou’s eyes flashed with a sinister glint as he spoke fiercely. The other Cloud Concealment Sect cultivators ignored him completely.
"Attacking? You are merely too weak to penetrate Lin Xuan's concealment techniques. Besides, this is the main headquarters of Cloud Concealment Sect. What right do you have to recklessly cause trouble in our sacred grounds?" Lin Xuan spoke lightly but with a mocking tone.
Suddenly, green light flashed as two figures appeared several dozen meters away—a man and a woman. The man was unremarkable, while the woman was beautiful and fair.
They were Lin Yujiao and Lin Xuan.
Just now, he had flown here to see that the White Robed Cultivator was about to be splattered with blood. Although Lin Xuan didn’t know him well, as a sect elder, he couldn't ignore such a situation. With Lin Xuan's strength, countering an equal-level attack wasn’t even a challenge.
"Thank you, Senior Uncle for saving me."
The White Robed Cultivator bowed and his face showed complex emotions. As the successor of Sword Peak, he naturally had some reservations towards Lin Xuan. Since the fall of Heavenly璇剑尊, disciples from Sword Peak almost couldn't hold their heads up in the sect.
But seeing Lin Xuan now, joy was the predominant emotion. The other Cloud Concealment Sect cultivators were overjoyed as if they found a new backbone.
In contrast, those outsiders showed some tension.
A person’s reputation is like a tree's shadow. Although Lin Xuan rarely appeared, his victory over Old Wuhou wasn’t fake. Despite the passage of time, his fame might have dimmed, but appearing here now left these people with some fear.
Of course, there were exceptions.
For example, Old Wuhou’s face showed arrogance: "You are Lin Xuan?"
"Yes."
Lin Xuan's tone remained calm: "Are you planning to commit suicide? Or shall I do it for you? By the way, if you choose the latter, expect a lot of suffering. For instance, soul extraction and essence refinement."
Old Wuhou was stunned by this statement before laughing in rage: "Committing suicide, are you really that bold? You're just a mid-stage Divination Realm cultivator, a mere flatterer. How dare you look down on me! I think you’re tired of living."
"A flatterer, do you believe so?"
Lin Xuan's voice remained calm and unemotional: "As you say. But first, leave your life behind."
Before the words were fully spoken, Lin Xuan’s sleeve seemed to be about to perform some secret technique. However, Old Wuhou acted first, his face showing a mix of disdain and fear.
Roar!
A roar like that of an animal filled their ears as his body suddenly grew ten times larger.
Giant Technique!
Originally stout, he now looked like a giant. Not only did his body grow, but so did the double-edged battle axe in his hands.
Then, with both arms swinging, cold light flashed. The massive axe, wielding the power to split heaven and earth, descended fiercely towards Lin Xuan's head.