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第三千九百八十九章 降龙伏虎

Boom! Boom!

The gale-force winds shot out in all directions, but that was merely the aftermath of Lin Xuan's attack. The entire process was like a collapse, utterly devastating; the very void had been shattered.

"Huff... huff!"

Lin Xuan panted slightly, but his face showed a hint of amusement. Because the opponent’s aura had vanished, it meant he had successfully eliminated the enemy. This fool, who could blame him for being so careless and overconfident?

As the saying goes: "Heaven's wrath can still be endured; self-inflicted suffering cannot."

However, before Lin Xuan could fully process this thought, his expression changed abruptly.

Without any warning, a sharp claw emerged from behind him. Lin Xuan managed to sidestep just in time, but several bloody marks appeared on his shoulder.

"Hmph, you're quite quick at dodging!"

Muye revealed her face, yet her entire body had transformed into a monster. A fine layer of blood-red scales covered her body; her eyes turned silver-white, and her hands turned into sharp claws. Bone blades extended from her elbows as well. The eight-tailed immortal fox beside her was dumbfounded. This wasn’t the true body of a True Immortal; it was clearly demonic!

Of course, this transformation was different from ordinary ancient demons. It involved using fiveprimordial spirit treasure (Primordial Divine Treasures) to perform a miraculous secret technique. Similar to how a cultivator ignites their root fire during a tribulation, the potential risks were significant, but the strength gained was evident.

Apart from Lin Xuan's sharp attack, he merely used his Qi Shield to block it. This alone showed that his strength was inconceivably formidable.

A strong enemy!

Lin Xuan’s face was filled with seriousness. However, before he could think of a strategy, the opponent had already made the first move.

His face showed a sinister expression, tinged with a hint of mockery as he vanished in a series of blurs and electric arcs.

Teleportation?

Transcending the void?

No!

The opponent merely used ordinary concealment techniques, but his speed was so fast that it could no longer be detected by divine sense. In an instant, Muye had arrived before Lin Xuan... No, not Lin Xuan; it was the Mountain Giant Ape.

Roar!

The roar echoed through the air. Lin Xuan’s True Spirit Sword Technique had reached a state of perfection where the true spirit wasn’t just a puppet but possessed some degree of consciousness. Thus, without his control, it could unleash its divine power on its own.

Amidst the roaring sound, the Mountain Giant Ape suddenly raised both arms into the air, producing a buzzing noise as dozens of dark fist shadows appeared, aiming to engulf the opponent instantly.

Muye paid no heed; with an unknown movement, those fist shadows landed in empty space. He then approached the Mountain Giant Ape’s head and neck, slashed his left hand, and the bone blade on his elbow cut through it.

No blood spurted out, but a human-like expression of pain appeared on the Mountain Giant Ape's face.

This wasn’t over yet; with a punch from his right hand, he struck the Mountain Giant Ape’s forehead.

Boom!

The massive creature fell to the ground. The strong Mountain Giant Ape couldn’t withstand this seemingly light attack.

Ahow!

Just then, golden light flashed as True Dragon rushed forward. It spat out a beam of light and slashed down with its claws.

True Dragon’s power was evident; it seemed intent on avenging the Mountain Giant Ape. However, could it succeed?

Muye didn’t dodge this time; he charged right into the light beam.

True Dragon's breath could destroy anything in existence, but to Muye, it felt like a gentle breeze. His body was truly formidable beyond description.

He clenched his fist and met True Dragon’s claws head-on. Despite their vastly different sizes, it looked like an ant trying to shake a tree.

But then, "crack" sounds filled the air as True Dragon was actually broken by the blow, its bones shattered.

Such results were hard to believe. But it wasn’t over yet; Muye’s figure blurred and he appeared behind True Dragon, grabbing its tail.

He spun around like throwing a javelin and crashed into a mountain with a resounding boom.

Suddenly, a phoenix cry echoed in his ears as flames soared through the sky. Phoenixes and peacocks arrived together. Nine-headed birds and Golden Suns followed closely.

The four celestial birds combined their forces but were quickly beaten to submission.

Muye’s True Immortal Body, fused with five Primordial Divine Treasures, was bizarre yet incredibly powerful. He punched the phoenix, kicked the Golden Sun, slashed at the nine-headed bird with his elbow blade, and then performed a backflip, sending the peacock crashing into the mountain wall.

The four celestial birds couldn’t retaliate; they were left in a critical state.

Lin Xuan’s expression was grim. True Spirit Sword Technique had always been invincible; when did it fall to such a fate? Was he destined to perish here?

Before this thought could fully form, Muye defeated the White Tiger and appeared beside Lin Xuan with incredible speed.

He struck Lin Xuan so swiftly that his movements were almost indiscernible. In that moment, Lin Xuan couldn’t even use Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eyes; he was stunned.

Indeed, Lin Xuan was powerful, but not invincible. For a moment, he was thoroughly disoriented.

In the realm of high-level combat, every second could decide victory or defeat. If this had been a one-on-one fight, Lin Xuan’s fall would not be impossible.

My life is over, thought Lin Xuan, his heart cold and bleak.

He didn’t want to give up but was too slow in reacting.

Then, a blurry figure appeared in his vision—Dale Long True Immortal!

Although unreliable, he wouldn’t watch his sworn brother perish without trying to help. However, instead of using his treasures, Dale Long threw his wine flask at Muye with all his might.

Lin Xuan couldn’t help but laugh; was Dale Long too late to use his treasure or simply didn’t consider the opponent a threat? It was hard to tell.

His elder brother truly seemed incomprehensible. But regardless, could such a simple wine flask really stop Muye’s formidable power?

Lin Xuan was full of doubts, and even the eight-tailed immortal fox was stunned. As for Muye, he looked both bewildered and angry. His thoughts were understandable; in an instant, he had reduced nine true spirits to nothing, yet he wanted to use a mere wine flask as if fighting a ruffian.

Was this contempt?

But no matter how one looked at it, his head seemed to be the problem. (To be continued...)

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