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第两千九百一十八章 惊人的猜想

The voice of the opponent was icy cold, clearly indicating that he had lost all patience and no longer wished to play guessing games with Lin Xuan.

"Ungrateful brat, daring to toy with this king. You will regret it soon."

Without further ado, the opponent made his move. He merely raised his right hand, pointing a finger forward in a swift but not particularly fast motion.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he instinctively stepped to the left.

Sizzle...

The sound of tearing filled Lin Xuan’s ears. The place where he had stood just moments ago was now surrounded by an odd spatial fluctuation. A vortex appeared, as if something immensely powerful had torn through the void.

It was only a few feet in diameter, but on Lin Xuan's face, there was a look of shock. An expert could tell immediately—this attack, though seemingly casual, contained a hint oflaw/pattern/principle force.

Indeed, it was law/pattern/principle!

Lin Xuan couldn't quite determine what type of law/pattern/principle this was, but the power behind it was undeniable. If hit, it wouldn’t be something to joke about.

"Hmph, the young fellow's reaction is swift," said the ghostly figure in a calm tone. "Although you managed to dodge quickly, where will you run to now?"

Lin Xuan’s brows furrowed as he knew his opponent was incredibly strong, but he had to hold his ground. His nature wouldn’t allow him to just take hits without retaliating.

If he allowed the opponent to continue attacking, his situation would only worsen. To change this dynamic, he needed to attack and draw the enemy into his rhythm.

With his mind racing, Lin Xuan's response was equally swift. However, as they say, every bean has its black spot; his speed was no match for the opponent’s.

As soon as the old monster finished speaking, his right hand didn’t retract but instead curled into a claw and made a quick grab.

Sizzle...

Lin Xuan felt a sudden tightening all over his body, as if bound by an invisibletalisman/magic spell. The air froze momentarily, leaving him almost unable to move.

Damnit!

In high-level combat, every millisecond counts. Once restrained, the danger was obvious.

The old monster retracted his right hand and instead raised his left. Another finger pointed forward in a simple yet deadly motion.

Lin Xuan faced an immense threat; this technique was similar to the previous one.

If hit, he wouldn’t survive unscathed. He couldn’t afford to fall here.

A crazed battle intent flickered in Lin Xuan’s eyes!

Boom!

The sound of explosion filled his ears as blood blossomed in the air.

This attack, Lin Xuan failed to dodge completely.

"Ungrateful brat, you now know the consequences of offending this king!"

The ghostly figure wore an arrogant expression. However, his face turned pale when he saw that Lin Xuan didn’t fall as expected but instead surged forward with a blinding speed.

"How can this be?"

He knew the power of his technique well enough. He hadn’t intended to kill Lin Xuan instantly; he had deliberately left some strength in reserve.

But the opponent wasn’t a strong monster or demon—how could he still move after such a powerful strike?

Before these thoughts fully formed, Lin Xuan was already rushing forward like a whirlwind.

Without hesitation, he delivered a fierce punch.

Boom!

Golden energy vortexes appeared instantly, carrying an immense pressure that pressed towards his opponent.

The old monster’s strength was formidable. Under the fluid attack, Lin Xuan did suffer some losses.

But what of it?

He had foolishly left some power in reserve for this strike.

Though he understood the intent—to capture him alive and extract his soul—his estimation of his own body's strength was too low. The perfect strike became riddled with flaws, giving him an opening.

Lin Xuan’s punch wasn’t a guaranteed kill move but caught the old monster off guard. With its formidable power, it hit hard.

Boom!

The golden vortex collided forcefully, and the thunderous explosion echoed in his ears.

Lin Xuan was elated as he swept his sleeves, revealing silver light that blazed brightly. His Nine Palaces Momentary Sword emerged like fish out of water, growing to several feet long before slicing towards the opponent with a flurry of attacks.

If this hit, Lin Xuan had other moves planned—a series of strikes to severely injure the enemy.

Unfortunately, his opponent wasn’t an easy target. In some ways, he was exceptionally strong!

Despite the Nine Palaces Momentary Sword’s powerful momentum, each strike missed its mark completely.

Lin Xuan's expression turned grim as he paused and released his divine sense with a wary look on his face.

The dazzling spiritual light stopped after the attack, revealing the old monster in all its form. Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted; this was his second encounter with such an unusual creature.

This wasn’t exaggerated—humans aside, the appearance of this ghost differed significantly from those he had seen before and ancient demons as well.

It lacked a physical body, merely a grayish human-like light.

Though its face was indistinct, its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were clear.

AYin Spirit!

This creature was identical to the ghost saint he had previously defeated.

Lin Xuan’s expression showed surprise. If his clone was arecorded spirit, then the original must be a Yin Spirit for sure.

To clarify, a Yin Spirit was essentially a shattered soul; among countlessghostly entity/Yin soul, they were of low rank but also the most numerous.

Rarely did Yin Spirit produce experts.

Those who successfullypass through trials/crisis were indeed rare, like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

However, there were exceptions. In theNetherworld/Underworld界, Yin Spirit was so common that it could be compared to countless cattle. With such numbers, some might have good fortune and exceptionalqualification.

One of the Six Kings ofNetherworld/Underworldwas a low-rank Yin Spirit.

Dark King of the Netherworld!

Compared to the Arrogant King, this monster’s power was far inferior, but his strength was on par with the other kings.

Lin Xuan didn’t know if there were any other late-stagepass through trials/crisis experts in the Yin Spirit clan. The only one he knew of was theDark King of the Netherworld.

Seeing the form of the clone, Lin Xuan was truly astonished. Though it might be coincidence, he couldn’t believe his luck!

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