"What powerful magic!"
As a very knowledgeable person, Great Ancestor Shen Jian suddenly realized that this was magic. Even so, nothing about it seemed strange at all; it was just a sleeve that had swept away his sword light.
In reality, however, it was a type of magic.
Lu Xuan smiled calmly and said, "Great Ancestor Shen Jian, I told you just now that you'd regret it if you don't use your strongest skill now. You're nothing to me; I could kill you in less than three moves if I wanted to!"
"Three moves?" Great Ancestor Shen Jian immediately opened his eyes in anger. Lu Xuan's words had completely infuriated him.
He felt humiliated, believing that Lu Xuan was looking down on him.
"That's right. If I want to kill you, just three moves are enough. This is your only chance to ask Great Ancestor Zhang Cheng to attack together!"
Lu Xuan looked very carefree; he stood with his hands behind his back, his broad sleeves hanging behind him.
