The sword light was incredibly sudden, and its angle was tricky. Most importantly, the assailant's aura was at the Ninth Rank of Pulse Condensation Realm.
"Be careful, Brother Lin!" Luo Qingshan couldn't stop the attack in time and could only shout a warning.
Lin Xuan gave a cold glance, his gaze sharp as a sword, piercing straight to the heart.
The Disciple who had launched the attack trembled, an inexplicable sense of fear rising in his heart. Yet, having already charged halfway, he gritted his teeth and continued his attack.
"Hmph!" Lin Xuan slowly raised his hand, swinging the Red Flame Greatsword lightly without even invoking Spiritual Power.
"Ha-ha, that's all you've got, and you dare to talk big!" The group of troublemaking Disciples laughed arrogantly.
On the side, Luo Qingshan frowned with concern. Although he knew Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was exceptional, facing a Ninth Rank of Pulse Condensation Martial Artist without using Spiritual Power seemed a bit too arrogant.