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第三千一百一十九章 猎人与猎物

One wrong move could lose the whole game.

Both were shocked and angry. The Sword Lake Palace and Cloud Concealment Sect were at odds, so how could they not be aware that their two senior elders had tacitly approved of this? Otherwise, why would a sect’s Spirit Refinement period cultivators dare to make such decisions without their consent?

Their tacit approval was due to their own considerations. First, the Spirit Eye Lake obtained by Cloud Concealment Sect was truly extraordinary. Although its area couldn’t match that of their main sect, the concentration of qi was so high it could even crystallize.

Such effects were rare in the spirit realm; if they didn’t know about it, why would they miss such an opportunity? With this Spirit Eye Lake, their cultivation might advance further. After all, meditating in such a place with abundant qi would surely yield twice the result with half the effort.

Thus, this treasure was something they had to obtain.

The only miscalculation was that Cloud Concealment Sect proved so tenacious. This exceeded their expectations greatly.

Technically speaking, it wasn’t their fault for underestimating them; although Cloud Concealment Sect’s reputation had grown in recent years, compared to Sword Lake Palace, it was like a small witch before a great one. The two sects’ strengths were incomparable.

They merely wanted to obtain a treasure from the other side, even if it seemed like bullying the weak, but what of it? In the cultivation world, might is right.

Although Cloud Concealment Sect’s strength wasn’t worth mentioning, their cultivators couldn’t be unaware of this simple truth. If they were smart, they should have willingly handed over the Spirit Eye Lake, which would naturally stop hostilities and even bring them some goodwill from their main sect.

Their plans seemed well thought out; from the start, they had treated Cloud Concealment Sect as fish on a chopping board. They never dreamed that Lin Xuan would be an unpredictable variable.

As the saying goes: "Man is meat for the butcher's block." However, because of Lin Xuan’s appearance, the roles were suddenly reversed. Cloud Concealment Sect wouldn’t allow themselves to be slaughtered; instead, they took control.

This young man Lin was even more outrageous. He dared to enter their main sect’s stronghold alone, treating Sword Lake Palace as if it didn’t exist. And he succeeded—hundreds of Spirit Refinement period cultivators fled at his approach, like rats scurrying away from a street.

Such humiliation meant they had lost face for the Sword Lake Palace. No, this was unprecedented since ancient times; even though Senior Brother was missing, there were still two of them to protect the main sect—how could outsiders treat them with such disrespect?

Their expressions turned grim as they thought about it. Since Lin Xuan dared to come here boldly, he would be killed right here today.

The Sword Lake Palace’s senior elders also stopped walking; with their two aunts in charge, there was no need for them to scatter and flee.

Although they might not qualify to participate in a cultivation realm battle, assisting from the side posed no problem. One, it could help make up for their shortcomings; two, they hated Lin Xuan to the core—any chance to eliminate him would be gladly taken.

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With odds against them, Lin Xuan was surrounded.

However, Lin Xuan showed no fear on his face; what did a few Spirit Refinement period existences matter?

Ants were ants. No matter how many there were, they couldn’t harm him. The only ones he had to worry about were the two cultivators of the same rank.

But that was just concern, not fear.

Although from the clues he had gathered, he knew they weren’t easy to deal with and excelled in coordinated attacks, Lin Xuan wasn’t an ordinary cultivator either. From any angle, his chances of winning were better.

By eliminating these two, Sword Lake Palace wouldn’t dare to challenge Cloud Concealment Sect’s conflict.

With this thought in mind, Lin Xuan exuded a surging aura, his gaze sharpening.

Seeing that Lin Xuan had no intention of fleeing, the two let out a sigh of relief. Although they hated him deeply, they understood the terrifying power of a Tribulation Period cultivator.

They were confident in defeating him but uncertain if they could stop him from running away.

This guy was so bold as to want to fight them; it was sheer foolishness.

Heaven’s wrath can be endured, but self-inflicted suffering cannot. If he couldn’t send this kid to the underworld today, neither of them would forgive themselves.

"Alright, little fellow, I’ll give you a swift death."

The man laughed loudly, his face full of arrogance, confident in his strength.

Though the woman said nothing, her eyes glinted with killing intent.

Lin Xuan smiled without speaking. He waved his hand and the Nine Palaces Momentary Sword condensed in his palm: "Cultivators like me don’t kill nameless individuals. Fellow Daoists, would you tell your names to me?"

Lin Xuan was curious about these couple cultivators who were too mysterious—like they had appeared out of thin air. There was so little information about them that even their surnames and given names remained unknown. For old monsters at the Tribulation Realm, this was inconceivable.

As the saying goes: knowing your enemy is as important as knowing yourself; a hundred battles will be won without fail. Although learning their names wouldn’t help in this battle, out of curiosity, Lin Xuan asked casually.

"Hmph, someone about to die doesn’t deserve to know our names. Why don’t you take all these doubts with you to the underworld?" The palace-dressed woman’s cold laughter echoed, her tone filled with hatred for him.

"Oh?"

Lin Xuan showed a hint of surprise on his face; they wouldn’t even tell their names, which was too petty. But that didn’t matter; it wouldn’t affect the outcome of this battle: "If you want to send me to the underworld, you’ll need formidable strength. How about I take you and your wife to the netherworld instead?"

Lin Xuan had no intention of arguing but since they mocked him, he couldn’t just listen silently—of course, he would retort.

"You..."

The two were enraged. The man flicked his sleeve, a fiery light shooting out from it as he roared: "Brat, you dare to mock me! Such insolence will cost you your soul and essence. I’ll make sure you can neither live nor die."

Before the words left his mouth, the fire transformed into a divine sword radiating light, slashing down viciously at Lin Xuan’s head.

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