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第三千五百七十五章 一夫当关

Like fine rain, the attack was swift and relentless. The void echoed as Qingluan rushed forward.

What a fierce assault!

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly, silently praising the strength of this Spirit Clan Saint Maiden. His earlier defeat had been due to carelessness; now that he seized the moment, he quickly turned the tide.

Relieved but focused, Lin Xuan did not waste time sparring with Tougou. A swift and decisive move was his best choice.

Tougou's power was formidable. If it were alive, its battle against Lin Xuan would have been unpredictable. However, circumstances had changed, leaving this monster merely a revenant driven by obsession. Its magical energy was far weaker than before, and its techniques were limited. After several rounds, Lin Xuan began to discern the patterns of Tougou's movements.

There was no need for politeness; he would bait it like a trap.

As predicted, Tougou, now devoid of intelligence, charged recklessly into the fray.

Lin Xuan rejoiced; this was easier than expected. He focused on strategy rather than brute force.

Raising his right hand, he unleashed a sharp sword energy that sliced through the air with the speed of a storm.

The attack struck its target at just the right moment, as if Tougou had offered itself up willingly.

Even without dodging, from an observer's perspective, it seemed Lin Xuan was holding Tougou's head to meet the deadly sword energy.

Boom!

Though Tougou's head was taken, Lin Xuan did not smile. Distant light flared, and over a dozen crystal stones appeared in his vision.

The true spirits awakened from their long slumber were now stirring.

Only a fraction of their reinforcements had arrived. Yet, even these few were enough to make Lin Xuan's scalp tingle with fear.

With so many opponents, how should he proceed?

His strength far exceeded that of any peer, but the disparity was daunting. Lin Xuan was never one to overestimate himself, and this situation seemed to be slipping from his control.

No more delays. He must quickly retrieve the treasure and leave.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan ignored the newly awakened true spirits and moved swiftly beside Moer.

With a wave of his sleeve, he unleashed a sharp sword energy that intercepted the tiger's assault.

"Moer, go get the treasure."

"Alright!"

Without hesitation, Moer, who had regained some memories of the Arhat King, acted decisively. "Young Master, be careful!"

As she spoke, her body was enveloped in green light, transforming into a streak of lightning that flew towards the lake.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief; it was fortunate that Moer did not need much persuasion.

The process was straightforward. With Lin Xuan blocking Tiger's attacks, Moer easily broke through the surface of the lake.

...

However, this action enraged the awakened true spirits.

Roar!

Tiger, now a zombie, attacked with renewed ferocity. Even Qingluan, who had been focused on the Spirit Clan Saint Maiden, turned its attention to Moer.

These creatures clearly did not want their treasure taken.

But what use would that be?

Lin Xuan's strength far surpassed Tiger's zombie form. Under his relentless assault, it struggled to fend off attacks from all sides.

Qingluan was similarly engaged by the Spirit Clan Saint Maiden, who showed no mercy.

Regardless of her intentions, she fought with full vigor; otherwise, Lin Xuan would not hesitate to eliminate her. Escaping this perilous situation required their cooperation.

Satisfied with Moer's performance, Lin Xuan faced an unexpected turn of events.

Cracking sounds filled the air as several true spirits emerged from the crystals.

Some transformed into demonic ghosts, others into zombies, and a few were mere skeletons.

Their appearance was comical, but the aura they emitted was terrifying. All were at the peak of their cultivation stages.

Lin Xuan's face darkened.

Suddenly, five awakened true spirits, already fierce, lunged towards Moer.

Their target was not Lin Xuan or the Spirit Clan Saint Maiden; their sole purpose was to block Moer from retrieving the treasure.

Lin Xuan could not ignore this.

With wide gestures, he declared, "If you wish to enter the lake, you must step over my corpse."

The situation was dire, but fear did not show on Lin Xuan's face. He had anticipated such a scenario.

To protect Moer, he needed to buy time. With many enemies, he could stall for just a few moments.

Wide gestures revealed silver light from his sleeves.

Nine Palaces Instant Sword emitted a sharp glow as it hovered beside him.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan spat out a drop of blood.

With a "Pang," the blood turned into a mist that was quickly absorbed by a nearby immortal sword.

"嗡……"

A clear ringing echoed in his ears, reminiscent of the凤鸣九天. Soon, it transformed into a high-pitched dragon's roar.

"Break!"

Lin Xuan's hands moved rapidly, and the Nine Palaces Instant Sword emitted a sharp glow that split into three, then nine.

Each sword grew longer as they danced around him, forming dragons that circled and flew, their roars filling his ears. The colors of these dragons—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—varied, each representing different attributes.

But this was not the end. As Lin Xuan's hands moved, the dragons split into seven, with no reduction in their power, instantly covering half the sky.

Though complex, the entire process took only an instant.

The five true spirits, now close, ignored Lin Xuan and charged towards Moer.

Lin Xuan could not let them pass.

With a roar: "You dare-faced fellows, try my Hundred Dragon Fang!"

Before his words were fully spoken, he cast a spell forward.

A hundred dragons roared in unison, blocking the true spirits' path as they attacked those five.

Confident of victory, while Hundred Dragon Fang was not Lin Xuan's most powerful technique, it still had significant power and scale. This would buy Moer enough time to retrieve the treasure safely.

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