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第两千八百八十一章 空间风暴

The hoarse voice of Thousand Illusion True Immortal entered Lin Xuan's ears. At this point, it was already a sign of weakness.

As an old monster at the Tribulation Transcending stage, he had long been accustomed to standing high and commanding others. If not forced into a corner, he wouldn't have done such a thing.

However, Lin Xuan paid no heed, his lips still curled in a cold smile.

"Friend, you're only begging now? Isn't it too late?"

To beg for forgiveness?

Lin Xuan wasn't an inexperienced cultivator; he knew that such promises were meaningless. If he let this old monster go, he would surely regret it later.

Cultivators didn't adhere to principles of righteousness and morality. No matter how eloquent the old monster was now, his words couldn't be trusted.

Thus, while Lin Xuan mocked him verbally, his actions showed no signs of stopping. He intended to kill this old monster here and now.

The true spirit puppet under his control also intensified its attacks according to his will. The situation for Thousand Illusion True Immortal became perilous; it seemed he might disintegrate at any moment.

He didn't want to die, so while gritting his teeth and desperately defending himself, he begged Lin Xuan for mercy with a pitiful tone: "Young friend Lin, I was foolish enough to provoke you. Please have pity on an old man and spare me this time. If you can let me live, I will offer all my possessions as compensation. As a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage who has lived for over a million years, my wealth is bound to satisfy you. I can even swear by my soul that I won't cause trouble for you in the future; we should turn swords into plowshares."

The old monster's words were tempting, but Lin Xuan ignored them. As long as he could eliminate this old guy, his storage pouch would still be his.

His eloquence was useless. Swearing was just a joke to cultivators like him. There were plenty of ways to break such vows.

Lin Xuan didn't pause in his attacks despite the old monster's words. With each passing moment, Thousand Illusion True Immortal's situation grew more dire. His eyes filled with fear.

He had underestimated this Lin Xiao; he wanted to kill him and make his blood dragon essence his own, but now it seemed like a futile attempt.

If things continued as they were, he would die here.

No, he couldn't die.

After enduring countless hardships, he finally reached the Tribulation Transcending stage. Though his lifespan was still bound by natural limits, it had stretched to an unimaginable length. How could he die now?

Driven by a strong desire for survival, he forgot about face and pleaded with Lin Xuan more sincerely: "Friend, stop your attacks immediately. I will serve you faithfully if you spare me."

"Oath of the Soul?"

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with hesitation but quickly turned resolute. "This proposal does have its appeal, but since you're forced into it, I don't have the energy to deal with a slave. Killing you outright is simpler and more straightforward."

As Lin Xuan spoke, he intensified his attacks.

Thousand Illusion True Immortal's eyes were filled with despair and malice. He didn't want to die but was now at a loss. Even begging for mercy had failed.

Even offering to serve as a slave didn't sway him.

This hateful young man only wanted to kill him.

The old monster, filled with anger and resentment, said, "Lin Xiao, don't push me too far."

Lin Xuan ignored him, his attacks still fierce.

"Fine, fine. You forced my hand," Thousand Illusion True Immortal's voice seemed to come from between his teeth: "A thousand deaths for one. Since you want me to die, I won't let you off either. This is all your doing."

Before he could finish speaking, the remaining right hand of the old monster swung wildly, and a series of intricate hand seals appeared. He was enveloped in dark energy.

Lin Xuan's face showed caution; did the old monster want to self-destruct?

His attacks paused as Tribulation Transcending monsters' self-destruction wasn't something to be taken lightly. He quickly retreated.

Though Lin Xuan moved swiftly, it turned out to be unnecessary. The old monster had no intention of self-destructing but was using some powerful secret technique instead.

Lin Xuan realized his mistake and rushed back to continue attacking.

But in a battle between experts, even the slightest error could give an opponent a breathing space.

The old monster's face showed madness: "Want to kill me? Try my spatial storm with my life as the price!"

"What is a spatial storm?"

Lin Xuan felt uneasy; was it...

He had no time to think. His attacks became more rapid, but it was too late.

The surrounding primordial energy grew chaotic and was sucked into the old monster's body.

Lin Xuan wasn't an ordinary cultivator; in that chaos, he sensed the power of laws.

A Tribulation Transcending cultivator could manipulate the laws of nature, but this disturbance seemed too intense. It didn't seem like a first-stage Tribulation Transcender could do such a thing.

Moreover, what Lin Xuan sensed was spatial law, one of the most profound in the universe.

Right, did the old monster mean using his life as the price?

Lin Xuan wasn't sure if it was true, but whatever the old monster used couldn't be blocked. Staying here would surely lead to his death.

Regardless of whether this judgment was correct or not, he wouldn't risk his life. Safety came first.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan moved without hesitation, his body emitting a green glow as he retreated.

But it was too late. The old monster's laughter echoed: "Little guy, do you think you can run now?"

"Join me in hell."

Before the words left his mouth, a mysterious hand seal was cast, and a grayish-black yin wind appeared from nowhere, sweeping across the surroundings with an astonishing momentum.

Postscript: Today I had to eat the New Year's Eve dinner. After working hard, I finally finished these two chapters.

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