Amidst a murderous atmosphere, Fang Lin did not sit and wait for death. He waved his hand, trying to recall the blood-colored longsword and the ancient spear.
However, these two divine weapons were directly suppressed by the Xuan Emperor. The surge of his inner strength made it impossible for the two divine weapons to break free for the moment.
"Die." The Xuan Emperor spoke, pointing towards Fang Lin.
With this finger, Fang Lin was unable to resist and had no chance to evade. Within an instant, a bloody hole appeared in Fang Lin's abdomen.
Fang Lin let out a low roar, his inner strength surged out, forcibly blocking the wound, and again activated the Kylin martial arts.
"Although your martial arts are strong, you don't have enough realm to display them. It's just like these two divine weapons; you don't have the power to wield them." The Xuan Emperor said coldly, waving his hand and knocking Fang Lin down.
