Xuanzhenzi looked at Lin Xing with a somber expression, the drunkenness that had covered his face already vanished without a trace, and there was not the slightest hint of contempt in his eyes.
Because he knew that anyone capable of severing the connection between himself and his flying sword was by no means ordinary.
At this moment, his sea of consciousness and his body were fully prepared, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment, with the greatest force to put his opponent to death.
Lin Xing, on the other hand, appeared utterly exhausted at this moment, simply because he had died too many times since meeting with Xuanzhenzi.
He lamented in his heart, "The combat power of this second inheritance is too strong… to the extent that any random move could obliterate me."
"A man fierce with few words, who takes life with his actions, it's quite difficult not to die in his presence…"
