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第三卷 幽州乱 第四百七十六章 撤离分坛

Lin Xuan did not wish to get entangled with them for too long. Heaven only knew what might happen if he delayed any longer.

With his right hand extending, he calmly released the Frostfall Snow Sword, which immediately emitted countless white cold mists that coalesced into a cluster of ice spikes floating in mid-air. At the same time, his left hand flicked and the Spirit Binding Ball appeared in his palm.

Seeing this, Old Crane was greatly wary. The opponent indeed lived up to his reputation as the Young Master of Spirit Medicine Mountain; he had just summoned two ancient treasures at once.

In an instant, Old Crane's heart began to waver. The power of ancient treasures was often discussed among many people, so he stretched out a hand and slapped his storage pouch, taking out a blackish waist token.

A trace of reluctance flashed across his face before he gritted his teeth and started chanting the incantation.

"one-time-use spiritual instrument?"

Lin Xuan was slightly surprised. As its name suggested, this type of spiritual artifact could only be used once, unlike regular ones that could be reused. However, there were pros and cons to everything; because it was a consumable item, the power it unleashed was almost comparable to that of a treasure.

However, most alchemists rarely spent effort on such specialized items, making them scarce in demand.

Although Lin Xuan was surprised by Old Crane's possession of this item, he did not pause his actions. Under his control, the ice spikes quickly increased to over one hundred.

"Go!"

Lin Xuan issued a clear command. The ice spikes began to tremble violently before splitting into two streams. One aimed at Old Crane while the rest shot towards the Kun Clan's five brothers with great speed.

Faced with an attack from a Core Formation cultivator, the five brothers did not rush to defend; instead, they calmly performed their cultivation techniques. The jade ruler spiritual artifact in their hands spun rapidly, appearing like five bright silver platters from afar.

However, the silver platters soon changed as flames erupted from within and interwove into a massive fire net that blocked the path of the five brothers.

The opponent's intent was clear; they intended to meet this attack head-on.

Meanwhile, Old Crane saw the ice spikes heading towards him and quickly spat out some essence energy onto his waist token.

With a snap, the spiritual artifact shattered into a dark black cloud that shielded Old Crane from view.

The ice spikes did not hesitate to pierce through but failed to cause any effect.

Lin Xuan frowned. At this moment, the massive axe had arrived in front of him, just a few feet away. Seeing Lin Xuan's lack of evasion, Old Crane could not hide his look of joy and expectation.

Although his battleaxe was made without precious materials, it had been cultivated for centuries in his dantian. While other techniques might be lacking, its sharpness was always something he trusted.

This boy was so overconfident; he would make him pay a heavy price with blood.

With both hands clenching, the axe's momentum increased further.

However, Lin Xuan did not care about it. He merely raised his head and spat out a green flame as thick as his thumb.

Old Crane could not help but laugh. Using such weak flames to resist his treasure was this boy's brain already damaged? Even if he were an old monster of theinfant stage, their infant fire would not be able to do that.

He licked his lips in anticipation of killing Lin Xuan and relished it. However, the next moment, a look of shock froze on his face as his eyes bulged out and his mouth could no longer close, showing utter astonishment.

"How... how is this possible?"

With a "sizzle" sound, the thin flame accurately struck the treasure. The axe was instantly enveloped by green flames. Old Crane immediately felt that the mental connection with the artifact had been severed.

Moreover, not only did the axe lose its spirit, but it also began to melt.

Impossible! Even infant fire could not reach such high temperatures!

Unfortunately, this was not caused by heat; it was due to a strange poison's corrosion. Numerous bubbles appeared on the surface of the axe, large and small, before it fell from the sky like broken metal.

Old Crane did not even have time to feel heartache. Was this boy a monster? Such things had never been heard of or encountered before.

A faint sound entered his ears, causing Old Crane to pause in confusion. Before he could react, he felt his body tighten as if bound by strange silver threads.

Old Crane was furious and bewildered, unable to comprehend how the opponent managed to break through the defense provided by the once-useful spiritual artifact.

Lin Xuan naturally did not explain this to him. With a flick of his fingers, the Frostfall Snow Sword turned into a blue streak, while the silver threads exerted immense force, dragging Old Crane out from the cloud.

Old Crane's face was filled with despair as he could no longer beg for mercy. Blue light flashed and his head shot up, blood splattering everywhere.

Lin Xuan then turned to look at the five Core Formation cultivators of the Kun Clan. The five brothers had long been terrified; they had faced Core Formation opponents before, but their treasures and techniques were far inferior to this young man's abilities. They were not fools and did not want to risk it.

The five brothers exchanged glances, each transforming into a streak of light as they flew towards their companions.

"Want to run?"

Lin Xuan sneered at the back. Without looking around, he waved his hand behind him. The Spirit Medicine Mountain cultivators, having been holding their breaths, did not hesitate and quickly summoned their spiritual artifacts, charging at the enemy with full force.

Having waited for this moment, they would not hold back now.

The battle turned one-sided. The robed cultivator had lost allfighting spirit, with only a few resisting while most desperately tried to escape.

Thanks to the array, which naturally served as a barrier, it was not easily broken through.

...

Soon, a cup of tea's time passed.

All low-rank cultivators were slain by Lin Xuan's sword. It was not because he enjoyed killing; rather, decisive action was needed in such chaos.

The Kun Clan's five brothers also failed to escape. If they had stayed together, they might have held out for a while, but separated, they were no different from ordinary late-stage Core Formation cultivators.

Of course, there were casualties on the Spirit Medicine Mountain side as well, but with Lin Xuan's powerful presence, it was negligible.

"Young Master, all enemies are dead."

Lin Xuan nodded. The low-rank cultivators looked at him with awe-filled eyes; if not for Young Master's timely return, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"We should withdraw from the branch sect now."

"Retreat?" The disciples exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock and suspicion.

"Yes!" Lin Xuan used an unyielding tone: "The exact reason will be explained later. For now, we must leave."

"The disciples respectfully follow Young Master's orders."

Lu Ying'er and Liu Xin exchanged a glance before bowing in submission. Seeing someone take the lead, other disciples quickly followed suit. They were merely surprised but not unwilling; this place was full of strange occurrences, and they had just been attacked, making it an unsafe location.

Although the two elders had ordered them to stay put, their authority could not compare to that of Young Master.

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