dì yī tiān dì bǐ shì bō lán bù jīng 。 qiáng zhě men jī hū shì wú yī lì wài dì shùn lì jìn jí 。 lín xuān yùn qì bù cuò 。 yù jiàn dì shì mǒu xiǎo bù luò dì duì shǒu 。 gāng gāng tà rù zhù jī qī bù jiǔ 。
第一天地比试波澜不惊。强者们几乎是无一例外地顺利晋级。林轩运气不错。遇见地是某小部落地对手。刚刚踏入筑基期不久。
The first day of the trial was uneventful. The stronger contenders almost all advanced smoothly without any hitches. Lin Xuan had a bit of luck; his opponent was from a small tribe, and he had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage not long ago.
duì fù zhè zhòng cài niǎo 。 zì rán shì róng yì yǐ jí 。 lín xuān jiāng nà xīn mǎi dì shàng pǐn líng qì yuè yá rèn jì le chū qù 。 héng kǎn shù pī 。 méi fèi shén me lì qì 。 jiù jiāng duì fāng dǎ xià le lèi tái 。
对付这种菜鸟。自然是容易以极。林轩将那新买地上品灵器月牙刃祭了出去。横砍竖劈。没费什么力气。就将对方打下了擂台。
Dealing with such rookies was easy. Lin Xuan summoned his new upper-grade spiritual artifact, Crescent Blade, slicing and chopping effortlessly until his opponent fell off the platform.
rán hòu tā huí dào yì guǎn xiū xī 。
然后他回到驿馆休息。
He then returned to the inn for rest.
dì èr tiān tóng yàng rú cǐ 。 duì shǒu dì xiū wèi suī rán shì chū qī dì dǐng fēng 。 dàn yǔ luò yī xiāng bǐ dōu yào xùn sè yī chóu 。 gèng bú yào shuō lín xuān běn jiù shì mào pái huò 。
第二天同样如此。对手地修为虽然是初期地顶峰。但与洛伊相比都要逊色一筹。更不要说林轩本就是冒牌货。
The next day was similar. While his opponent's cultivation level was at the peak of the early stage, it still lagged behind Luo Yi’s. Lin Xuan himself was a fake, so he had no intention of winning the championship.
liǎng rén lái lái wǎng wǎng dǎ le jǐ gè huí hé 。 lín xuān mài gè pò zhàn 。 rán hòu biàn qīng yì jiāng tā jiě jué le 。 bǐ xiǎng xiàng dì hái yào qīng sōng 。 zhǐ yào zài shèng lì yī jú 。 àn zhào guī jǔ 。 běn bù luò jiù kě yǐ fēn dào sì lì shèng guǒ liàn zhì dì líng yào 。
两人来来往往打了几个回合。林轩卖个破绽。然后便轻易将他解决了。比想象地还要轻松。只要再胜利一局。按照规矩。本部落就可以分到四粒圣果炼制地灵药。
The Witchcraft Conference moved into its third round of trials on this day.
lín xuān kě méi yǒu shén me duó guàn dì xīn lǐ 。 nà yàng tài yǐn rén zhù yì 。 suī rán duì tā lái shuō 。 zhè yě bú shì yī jiàn nán shì 。
林轩可没有什么夺冠地心理。那样太引人注意。虽然对他来说。这也不是一件难事。
After two rounds of screening, those with slightly weaker abilities were eliminated. The remaining contenders, though not all masters, certainly weren’t soft targets.
wū fǎ dà huì jìn rù le dì sān tiān dì bǐ shì 。
巫法大会进入了第三天地比试。
In the morning, a lottery ceremony was held as three platforms began simultaneously. Lin Xuan looked at his opponent and couldn't help sneering. "No enemies, no meetings," he thought. This was indeed fortunate for him.
jīng guò qián liǎng lún dì shāi xuǎn 。 shí lì shāo ruò diǎn dì fēn fēn chū jú 。 shèng xià lái dì 。 suī rán bù gǎn shuō quán shì gāo shǒu 。 dàn kěn dìng méi yǒu ruǎn shì zi 。
经过前两轮地筛选。实力稍弱点地纷纷出局。剩下来地。虽然不敢说全是高手。但肯定没有软柿子。
The young man came from the Dust Wind Tribe, a direct disciple of Xiao Kun, who had a grudge against Guo Ye. His name was Xiao He.
yī dà zǎo 。 jiù jǔ xíng le chōu qiān yí shì 。 sān gè lèi tái tóng shí kāi shǐ 。 lín xuān kàn kàn zì jǐ dì duì shǒu 。 zuǐ jiǎo biān liú lù chū yī sī jī cháo 。 bù shì yuān jiā bù jù tóu 。 zhè shì …… hái zhēn qiǎo 。
一大早。就举行了抽签仪式。三个擂台同时开始。林轩看看自己地对手。嘴角边流露出一丝讥嘲。不是冤家不聚头。这事……还真巧。
Encountering Lin Xuan meant bad luck for this boy.
nà xiǎo zi lái zì fēng chén bù 。 zhèng shì yǔ kū yè yǒu chóu dì xiāo kūn dì dí chuán dì zǐ 。 xìng xiāo 。 dān míng yí gè hé zì 。
那小子来自风尘部。正是与枯叶有仇地枭坤地嫡传弟子。姓萧。单名一个河字。
However, Guo Ye sighed and gave Lin Xuan countless warnings, insisting he mustn't hold back.
pèng jiàn zì jǐ 。 zhǐ néng shuō tā mìng bù hǎo le 。
碰见自己。只能说他命不好了。
It seemed Luo Yi indeed had a weak nature.
rán ér kū yè què āi shēng tàn qì 。 duì lín xuān qiān dīng níng 。 wàn zhǔ fù 。 yí dìng bù néng liú shǒu 。
然而枯叶却唉声叹气。对林轩千叮咛。万嘱咐。一定不能留手。
Lin Xuan stepped onto the platform as Xiao He also sized him up. His master had instructed him to incapacitate this boy; if possible, kill him. Such an outcome would be even better.
kàn lái zhè luò yī hái zhēn shì ruǎn ruò dì xìng zi 。
看来这洛伊还真是软弱地性子。
After all, while there were Elder Condensation Core witches present at the Witchcraft Conference, deaths were rare, but such tragedies did occur occasionally.
lín xuān shàng le lèi tái 。 nà xiāo hé yě tóng yàng zài dǎ liàng tā 。 shī fù yǒu fēn fù 。 jǐn kě néng fèi le zhè xiǎo zi 。 rú guǒ néng gòu qǔ qí xìng mìng 。 gèng shì yī zhuāng měi shì 。
林轩上了擂台。那萧河也同样在打量他。师傅有吩咐。尽可能废了这小子。如果能够取其性命。更是一桩美事。
Xiao He's expression was equally sinister as he felt his master urge him on. His already ugly face twisted into a more menacing one.
xū zhī 。 wū fǎ dà huì suī rán yǒu níng dān qī dì zhǎng lǎo zhào yìng 。 hěn shǎo chū rén mìng 。 dàn nà yàng dì cǎn jù 。 yě bìng fēi yī cì dōu méi yǒu fā shēng 。
须知。巫法大会虽然有凝丹期地长老照应。很少出人命。但那样地惨剧。也并非一次都没有发生。
Xiao He reached for his waist and a black shadow shot up. Lin Xuan took a closer look; it was a whip with an ominous, dark color and spines running along its length.
ǒu ěr yě huì yǒu yì wài 。
偶尔也会有意外。
This spiritual artifact was quite rare indeed.
yǔ tā shī fù yī yàng 。 zhè xiāo hé yě gěi rén yī zhǒng yīn xiǎn dì gǎn jué 。 xiū wèi bǐ luò yī shāo shèng yī chóu 。 dào le zhù jī zhōng qī dì dǐng fēng zuǒ yòu 。
与他师父一样。这萧河也给人一种阴险地感觉。修为比洛伊稍胜一筹。到了筑基中期地顶峰左右。
Lin Xuan didn't attack first but observed what this boy could do.
“ dòng shǒu ！”
“动手！”
Xiao He muttered incantations in a strange language, extending his hand toward the whip floating above him. With a sharp command: "Quickly!"
yī céng dàn lán sè dì hù zhào chū xiàn zài lèi tái dì sì zhōu 。 qí tā rén yě tuì chū le shù mǐ zhī yáo 。 xiāo kūn biǎo qíng yīn lěng dì kāi shǐ cuī cù dì zǐ le 。 běn jiù chǒu lòu dì liǎn shàng gèng shì lù chū le yī sī zhēng níng 。
一层淡蓝色地护罩出现在擂台地四周。其他人也退出了数米之遥。枭坤表情阴冷地开始催促弟子了。本就丑陋地脸上更是露出了一丝狰狞。
The whip writhed and transformed into a long, double-headed snake.
xiāo hé shǒu zài yāo jiān yī mō 。 yī dào hēi yǐng chōng tiān ér qǐ 。 lín xuān dìng jīng wàng qù 。 què shì yī gēn sè zé wū hēi 。 tōng tǐ dài cì dì biān zi 。
萧河手在腰间一摸。一道黑影冲天而起。林轩定睛望去。却是一根色泽乌黑。通体带刺地鞭子。
One head was black, while the other was green with an eerie hue.
zhè zhǒng líng qì dào zhēn shì hěn shǎo jiàn dì yàng zi 。
这种灵器到真是很少见地样子。
Lin Xuan's brows furrowed as he recognized the transformation technique used by cultivators, but it was different in several ways. Only Condensation Core cultivators could use such techniques, and even then, the creatures formed were merely similar to real beasts rather than true living beings.
lín xuān méi yǒu qiǎng xiān gōng jī 。 kàn kàn zhè xiǎo zi néng yǒu shén me běn shì 。
林轩没有抢先攻击。看看这小子能有什么本事。
The snake before him seemed genuinely alive with blood and flesh.
xiāo hé dì kǒu zhōng niàn niàn yǒu cí 。 yòng yī zhǒng qí guài dì yīn jié tǔ chū huì sè nán dǒng dì zhòu yǔ 。 shēn chū shǒu lái 。 chōng zhe tóu dǐng xuán fú dì biān zi diǎn qù 。 qīng chì yī shēng ：“ jí ！”
萧河地口中念念有词。用一种奇怪地音节吐出晦涩难懂地咒语。伸出手来。冲着头顶悬浮地鞭子点去。轻叱一声：“疾！”
Though Lin Xuan had studied a lot of witchcraft recently, he only grasped its basics in just a few days. He was surprised by Xiao He's abilities but wasn't afraid. With a cold laugh, he clapped his hands and summoned the Crescent Blade.
nà biān zi niǔ dòng le jǐ xià 。 jìng biàn chéng le yī tiáo xì cháng dì shuāng tóu guài shé 。
那鞭子扭动了几下。竟变成了一条细长地双头怪蛇。
With a surge of mana, a large cloud of flames erupted from it, quickly forming a fiery cloud several meters wide. Thunderous sounds accompanied the flames as they surged toward the double-headed snake.
yí gè shé tóu wū hēi 。 lìng wài yí gè shé tóu què shì sēn rán dì lǜ sè 。
一个蛇头乌黑。另外一个蛇头却是森然地绿色。
This move was impressive, drawing gasps from the crowd below.
lín xuān dì méi tóu bù yóu de zhòu zài yì qǐ le 。 xiū shì dì fǎ shù zhī zhōng 。 yī yàng yǒu zhè yàng dì huà xíng zhī shù 。 rán ér què yòu pǒ wèi bù tóng 。
林轩地眉头不由得皱在一起了。修士地法术之中。一样有这样地化形之术。然而却又颇为不同。
"Strong fire attribute witchcraft."
yī lái 。 zhǐ yǒu níng dān qī xiū shì cái néng shǐ yòng 。 èr lái 。 yòng fǎ bǎo biàn huà chū lái dì guài wù bù guò shén sì ér yǐ 。 yǔ zhēn zhèng dì yāo shòu xiāng bǐ 。 yǒu zhe míng xiǎn dì qū bié 。
一来。只有凝丹期修士才能使用。二来。用法宝变化出来地怪物不过神似而已。与真正地妖兽相比。有着明显地区别。
"Yes, this 'Red Flame Thousand Miles' is typically used by Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivators. But Luo Yi has already mastered about seven or eight tenths of its power. He must have put in a lot of effort."
ér yǎn qián zhè shuāng tóu guài shé 。 jū rán zhēn dì xiàng yǒu xuè yǒu ròu dì huó wù 。
而眼前这双头怪蛇。居然真地像有血有肉地活物。
"Look at his treasure. That's an upper-grade spiritual artifact!"
lín xuān suī rán è bǔ le yī fān wū shù 。 dàn jǐ tiān dì shí jiān 。 néng xué dào shén me 。 jǐn jǐn shì lüè wēi liǎo jiě xiē pí máo bà le 。
林轩虽然恶补了一番巫术。但几天地时间。能学到什么。仅仅是略微了解些皮毛罢了。
"The Tiancang Tribe really went all out this time."
jiàn le zhè xiāo hé dì shén tōng 。 lín xuān yě xīn zhōng jīng yà 。 dàn zì rán bú huì hài pà 。 lěng xiào yī shēng 。 shuāng shǒu yī pāi 。 jiù jiāng nà yuè yá rèn jì le qǐ lái 。
见了这萧河地神通。林轩也心中惊讶。但自然不会害怕。冷笑一声。双手一拍。就将那月牙刃祭了起来。
Xiao He heard the crowd’s discussion and his expression turned even more sinister as he flicked his fingers, sending several magical techniques into the snake.
fǎ lì yī cuī zhī xià 。 dùn shí dà tuán dì huǒ yàn cóng lǐ miàn mào le chū lái 。 bù yī huì er jiù xíng chéng le yī piàn shù zhàng dà xiǎo dì huǒ yún 。 lǐ miàn hái jiā zá zhe hōng lōng lóng dì léi míng zhī yīn 。 xiàng zhe nà shuāng tóu guài shé zhào le guò qù 。
法力一催之下。顿时大团地火焰从里面冒了出来。不一会儿就形成了一片数丈大小地火云。里面还夹杂着轰隆隆地雷鸣之音。向着那双头怪蛇罩了过去。
Crackling sounds echoed as the snake's body swelled to several times its original size. The two heads became even more terrifying as they opened their mouths, one spitting black demonic flames, the other green poison mist.
zhè yī zhāo shēng shì bù fán 。 lèi tái xià dùn shí jīng hū shēng yī piàn 。
这一招声势不凡。擂台下顿时惊呼声一片。
Xiao He had also mastered dual attributes, using his demonic flames to entangle the fiery cloud and the poison mist drifting toward Lin Xuan.
“ hǎo qiáng dì huǒ shǔ xìng wū fǎ 。”
“好强地火属性巫法。”
Soon he was enveloped in the poison mist, his figure becoming indistinct.
“ ń 。 zhè zhāo chì yán qiān lǐ yì bān lái shuō yào zhù jī hòu qī cái néng shī zhǎn 。 kě zài zhè luò yī shǒu lǐ yǐ yǒu qī bā fēn huǒ hòu 。 kàn lái tā què shí xià guò yī fān kǔ gōng 。”
“嗯。这招赤炎千里一般来说要筑基后期才能施展。可在这洛伊手里已有七八分火候。看来他确实下过一番苦功。”
Guo Ye's heart tightened with worry. In contrast, Xiao Kun seemed delighted. An upper-grade spiritual artifact? This ghost snake whip was one of the top-tier items among rare ones. With this poison from a corpse, this boy’s life was surely over.
“ kàn jiàn tā shǒu lǐ dì bǎo wù le ma 。 nà kě shì yī shàng pǐn líng qì a ！”
“看见他手里地宝物了吗。那可是一上品灵器啊！”
Those who knew about the ghost snake whip were equally amazed. It was an ancient relic passed down through generations and had caused much carnage among low-level cultivators during the war between the two tribes.
“ tiān cāng bù zhè cì hái zhēn shì xià le dà běn qián 。”
“天苍部这次还真是下了大本钱。”
Though not as formidable as a magical artifact, it was still one of the top-tier spiritual artifacts in existence. Moreover, no Foundation Establishment cultivator could withstand that poison; even Condensation Core experts would face significant trouble if they accidentally inhaled it.
xiāo hé zì rán yě tīng jiàn le zhòng rén dì yì lùn 。 biǎo qíng gèng jiā dì yīn lěng 。 qū zhǐ yī dàn 。 jǐ dào fǎ jué mò rù le nà shuāng tóu yāo shé dì shēn tǐ lǐ miàn 。
萧河自然也听见了众人地议论。表情更加地阴冷。屈指一弹。几道法诀没入了那双头妖蛇地身体里面。
Seeing the poison mist envelop his opponent, Xiao He felt relieved, confident he had won. But when the mist dissipated, Lin Xuan unexpectedly smiled at him and then vanished into thin air.
pī pī pā pā gǔ gé dì bào liè shēng chuán lái 。 nà yāo shé dì shēn tǐ jìng rán zhàng dà le shù quān 。 liǎng gè shé tóu gèng shì zhēng níng kě bù 。 zhāng kāi zuǐ lái 。 yí gè tǔ chū hēi sè dì mó huǒ 。 yí gè tǔ chū lǜ sè dì dú wù 。
噼噼啪啪骨骼地爆裂声传来。那妖蛇地身体竟然胀大了数圈。两个蛇头更是狰狞可怖。张开嘴来。一个吐出黑色地魔火。一个吐出绿色地毒雾。
What magic was this?
zhè jiā huo yě shì tóng shí jiān xiū le liǎng zhǒng shǔ xìng dì shén tōng 。
这家伙也是同时兼修了两种属性地神通。
Xiao He was taken aback as he didn't have time to react before Lin Xuan appeared in front of him, holding a green small flag.
mó huǒ jiāng yuè yá rèn xíng chéng dì huǒ yún chán zhù 。 ér nà dú wù zé xiàng lín xuān zhè biān piāo guò lái le 。
魔火将月牙刃形成地火云缠住。而那毒雾则像林轩这边飘过来了。
With a gentle shake, thick clouds of poison smoke poured out. At such close range, there was no place for his opponent to hide. Even if Xiao He tried to move, Lin Xuan would use some trickery to immobilize him.
hěn kuài tā dì shēn xíng jiù zài dú wù zhōng méng lóng qǐ lái 。
很快他地身形就在毒雾中朦胧起来。
Lin Xuan didn't want this trial to drag on too long. Although theinfant soul period expert hadn’t shown up and neither had Heavenly Ghost Emperor, many Condensation Core witches were now watching from the sidelines, including late-stage experts even near the peak of their cultivation. With so many eyes, a prolonged fight might reveal his weaknesses.
kū yè dì xīn yī xià zi jiū jǐn 。 ér yǔ zhī xiāng fǎn 。 xiāo kūn zé xiǎn de dé yì fēi fán 。 shàng pǐn líng qì suàn shén me 。 zhè guǐ shé biān zài jí pǐn líng qì zhōng yě yào suàn dǐng jiān zhī wù 。 zhōng le fǔ shī zhī dú 。 zhè xiǎo zi jué duì mìng bù jiǔ le 。
枯叶地心一下子揪紧。而与之相反。枭坤则显得得意非凡。上品灵器算什么。这鬼蛇鞭在极品灵器中也要算顶尖之物。中了腐尸之毒。这小子绝对命不久了。
A quick resolution was necessary. Engaging with a Foundation Establishment beginner for too long would be a disgrace.
lèi tái páng biān zhī dào cǐ wù lái lì dì tóng yàng xī xū bù yǐ 。 zhè guǐ shé biān nǎi shì shàng gǔ shí qī chuán chéng xià lái dì líng qì 。 liǎng zú dà zhàn dì shí hòu céng zài dī jiē xiū shì zhōng xiān qǐ yī zhèn xīng fēng xuè yǔ 。
擂台旁边知道此物来历地同样唏嘘不已。这鬼蛇鞭乃是上古时期传承下来地灵器。两族大战地时候曾在低阶修士中掀起一阵腥风血雨。
Amidst gasps, Xiao He was enveloped by poison mist this time. Unable to even summon his protective shield in time, he tumbled off the platform unconscious.
wēi míng hè hè 。 suī rán bù jí fǎ bǎo 。 dàn zài líng qì zhōng 。 jué duì shì dǐng jiān zhī wù 。
威名赫赫。虽然不及法宝。但在灵器中。绝对是顶尖之物。
Reversing fortunes so quickly was indeed shocking. The crowd below fell silent, stunned by what had just transpired.
The first day of the trial was uneventful. The stronger contenders almost all advanced smoothly without any hitches. Lin Xuan had a bit of luck; his opponent was from a small tribe, and he had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage not long ago.
Dealing with such rookies was easy. Lin Xuan summoned his new upper-grade spiritual artifact, Crescent Blade, slicing and chopping effortlessly until his opponent fell off the platform.
He then returned to the inn for rest.
The next day was similar. While his opponent's cultivation level was at the peak of the early stage, it still lagged behind Luo Yi’s. Lin Xuan himself was a fake, so he had no intention of winning the championship.
The Witchcraft Conference moved into its third round of trials on this day.
After two rounds of screening, those with slightly weaker abilities were eliminated. The remaining contenders, though not all masters, certainly weren’t soft targets.
In the morning, a lottery ceremony was held as three platforms began simultaneously. Lin Xuan looked at his opponent and couldn't help sneering. "No enemies, no meetings," he thought. This was indeed fortunate for him.
The young man came from the Dust Wind Tribe, a direct disciple of Xiao Kun, who had a grudge against Guo Ye. His name was Xiao He.
Encountering Lin Xuan meant bad luck for this boy.
However, Guo Ye sighed and gave Lin Xuan countless warnings, insisting he mustn't hold back.
It seemed Luo Yi indeed had a weak nature.
Lin Xuan stepped onto the platform as Xiao He also sized him up. His master had instructed him to incapacitate this boy; if possible, kill him. Such an outcome would be even better.
After all, while there were Elder Condensation Core witches present at the Witchcraft Conference, deaths were rare, but such tragedies did occur occasionally.
Xiao He's expression was equally sinister as he felt his master urge him on. His already ugly face twisted into a more menacing one.
Xiao He reached for his waist and a black shadow shot up. Lin Xuan took a closer look; it was a whip with an ominous, dark color and spines running along its length.
This spiritual artifact was quite rare indeed.
Lin Xuan didn't attack first but observed what this boy could do.
Xiao He muttered incantations in a strange language, extending his hand toward the whip floating above him. With a sharp command: "Quickly!"
The whip writhed and transformed into a long, double-headed snake.
One head was black, while the other was green with an eerie hue.
Lin Xuan's brows furrowed as he recognized the transformation technique used by cultivators, but it was different in several ways. Only Condensation Core cultivators could use such techniques, and even then, the creatures formed were merely similar to real beasts rather than true living beings.
The snake before him seemed genuinely alive with blood and flesh.
Though Lin Xuan had studied a lot of witchcraft recently, he only grasped its basics in just a few days. He was surprised by Xiao He's abilities but wasn't afraid. With a cold laugh, he clapped his hands and summoned the Crescent Blade.
With a surge of mana, a large cloud of flames erupted from it, quickly forming a fiery cloud several meters wide. Thunderous sounds accompanied the flames as they surged toward the double-headed snake.
This move was impressive, drawing gasps from the crowd below.
"Strong fire attribute witchcraft."
"Yes, this 'Red Flame Thousand Miles' is typically used by Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivators. But Luo Yi has already mastered about seven or eight tenths of its power. He must have put in a lot of effort."
"Look at his treasure. That's an upper-grade spiritual artifact!"
"The Tiancang Tribe really went all out this time."
Xiao He heard the crowd’s discussion and his expression turned even more sinister as he flicked his fingers, sending several magical techniques into the snake.
Crackling sounds echoed as the snake's body swelled to several times its original size. The two heads became even more terrifying as they opened their mouths, one spitting black demonic flames, the other green poison mist.
Xiao He had also mastered dual attributes, using his demonic flames to entangle the fiery cloud and the poison mist drifting toward Lin Xuan.
Soon he was enveloped in the poison mist, his figure becoming indistinct.
Guo Ye's heart tightened with worry. In contrast, Xiao Kun seemed delighted. An upper-grade spiritual artifact? This ghost snake whip was one of the top-tier items among rare ones. With this poison from a corpse, this boy’s life was surely over.
Those who knew about the ghost snake whip were equally amazed. It was an ancient relic passed down through generations and had caused much carnage among low-level cultivators during the war between the two tribes.
Though not as formidable as a magical artifact, it was still one of the top-tier spiritual artifacts in existence. Moreover, no Foundation Establishment cultivator could withstand that poison; even Condensation Core experts would face significant trouble if they accidentally inhaled it.
Seeing the poison mist envelop his opponent, Xiao He felt relieved, confident he had won. But when the mist dissipated, Lin Xuan unexpectedly smiled at him and then vanished into thin air.
What magic was this?
Xiao He was taken aback as he didn't have time to react before Lin Xuan appeared in front of him, holding a green small flag.
With a gentle shake, thick clouds of poison smoke poured out. At such close range, there was no place for his opponent to hide. Even if Xiao He tried to move, Lin Xuan would use some trickery to immobilize him.
Lin Xuan didn't want this trial to drag on too long. Although theinfant soul period expert hadn’t shown up and neither had Heavenly Ghost Emperor, many Condensation Core witches were now watching from the sidelines, including late-stage experts even near the peak of their cultivation. With so many eyes, a prolonged fight might reveal his weaknesses.
A quick resolution was necessary. Engaging with a Foundation Establishment beginner for too long would be a disgrace.
Amidst gasps, Xiao He was enveloped by poison mist this time. Unable to even summon his protective shield in time, he tumbled off the platform unconscious.
Reversing fortunes so quickly was indeed shocking. The crowd below fell silent, stunned by what had just transpired.