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第四千二百零二章 千钧一发

With his strengths countering the enemy's weaknesses?

This approach was sound, but it was foolish to play mind games with someone like himself. He wasn't just any cultivator; he was the top powerhouse among true immortals. Would he be afraid of close combat?

"Idiot!"

Tian Xiang couldn’t help but smile as he inhaled deeply. A myriad of runes and talismans surged across his body, turning it golden. The surface of his skin flickered with intricate patterns, emitting boundless magical power.

"What is this?"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. Although he didn't know the specific spell being cast, a terrible premonition washed over him.

Could it be that his estimation was wrong? That Tian Xiang had actually been playing along?

But there was no time to think now; his counterattack came too late.

A sinister grin appeared on Tian Xiao's face. He clutched his hands together, and crackling sounds filled the air as powerful gales shot out. Behind him loomed a monstrous figure.

Was it an avatar? No, this creature seemedentity.

Towering over several meters in height, it had the head of a bull and the body of a man, clad in heavy armor. The club in its hand was dripping with viciousness, and its barbs were razor-sharp as it slammed towards Lin Xuan.

Boom!

A violent storm swept through, black and golden light intertwining. The club collided with several heavy weapons in Lin Xuan's hands.

The visible shockwave spread across the battlefield, leaving a scene of devastation. Two nearby powerful outsiders couldn’t dodge in time; they were instantly reduced to dust.

"Spit…!"

Lin Xuan wasn't spared either. His face turned pale as he was thrown back with a mouthful of blood, clearly injured internally.

Smartness can be one's downfall. He had underestimated Tian Xiang’s terrifying abilities. Whether it was magical artifacts or close combat, the other man could easily sweep everything away.

One wrong move and all would be lost. This time, Lin Xuan had trapped himself.

Tian Xiang wouldn’t let him off so easily. After all, he feared neither Huayu nor Arhats. If he could kill Lin Xuan here, the situation was already decided. Even if that little girl obtained the power and memories of the Arhat King, it would still be too late.

With no time to catch his breath, Tian Xiang’s figure flashed as he chased after Lin Xuan. The monstrous figure followed closely, slamming its club down with force.

Even before reaching them, the shadows of several clubs obscured the sky, leaving Lin Xuan nowhere to hide.

Was this a final extermination?

Lin Xuan's expression was grim. He could only rely on himself now.

Though he couldn’t call upon the might of the Three Thousand Worlds, those people were beyond his reach. Even Naelong Immortal and Ice Spirit Fairy were struggling, enveloped by the starstorm, barely able to defend themselves. If they noticed Lin Xuan’s peril, they would be powerless to help him.

Facing Tian Xiang alone, Lin Xuan was truly cornered. But he wouldn’t sit idly as he took a deep breath, suppressing his surging breath.

His eighteen arms raised, and the brilliant golden light surged forward once more.

Boom!

There was no suspense this time. The entire process mirrored their previous clash, with Lin Xuan being thrown back to the horizon again.

Blood spewed forth, but this time, he was clearly more injured.

His face turned ashen, while Tian Xiang’s expression was one of triumph. With golden light radiating from him, he closed in once more.

Boom!

The process repeated endlessly. Initially, Lin Xuan could still resist, but over time, his strength waned. He had shattered bones and ruptured meridians; any other cultivator would have perished or been crippled.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan practiced both physical and spiritual cultivation, having ingested countless elixirs and excelled in body refinement techniques. Even so, he could barely hold on as Tian Xiang approached. Desperate to avoid death, Lin Xuan was powerless.

Perhaps the only option left was for his soul to leave his body.

But without a physical form, he would be even more vulnerable. How could he compete with Tian Xiang?

Even Lin Xuan hesitated, torn between options.

In such a high-stakes confrontation, even a moment’s hesitation exposed a weakness.

Ten Thousand Volumes of Heavenly Scriptures appeared before Tian Xiang, transforming into a short sword.

A chilling aura emanated from it as Tian Xiang gripped the blade and swung at Lin Xuan.

The entire space seemed to dim in that instant.

Everything around them vanished.

Time stopped.

All that remained was this sword.

It moved slowly but inexorably towards his heart.

There was no way to avoid or block it. Was he truly going to perish here?

Lin Xuan’s face showed a grimace as memories flashed through his mind. He didn’t want to give up, but human strength had its limits. This time, he felt utterly trapped.

Closing his eyes, Lin Xuan prepared for death. But at that moment, something strange entered his mind, carrying a trace ofpower of the law.

"What is this?"

Despair turned into hope as Lin Xuan suddenly felt something stir within him, awakening him.

He opened his eyes to find the sky had turned grayish-white, different from the usual gloom but more oppressive.

Worse still, the grayish-white sky continued to churn, like a living entity. It was the sky itself that was moving, not clouds or anything else.

Even with Lin Xuan’s composure, he couldn’t help feeling shocked and elated. After all, he had just prepared for death; what could be worse than this?

A thought raced through his mind: Could it be Moeru who arrived here? The Arhat King seemed the only explanation among everyone else.

With renewed hope, Lin Xuan looked up. A black dot appeared in his vision, growing into a line far above him as heavy clouds were torn apart, like a meteorite falling from the sky.

The speed was unimaginable; it approached their heads almost instantly.

A thick black line expanded to a hundred times its original size, revealing denseyin energy.

It solidified into arrows, clearly targeting Tian Xiang’sdantian.

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