Of course, he wouldn't tell those people about hiding his strength.
In the next moment, Lin Xuan sneered coldly, his icy gaze once again fixating on the opponent.
"You won, the three drops of Ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Liquid are yours." Cao Yun gritted his teeth, his expression extremely unwilling.
But what could he do? He simply couldn't defeat the opponent, and if he continued, he would likely be killed.
However, he had already made up his mind that such an immense enemy could absolutely not be allowed to grow.
So, after he left the combat area, he would contact the elders and the strong of Wanchu Sacred Land to kill the opponent.
Since both parties were already enemies, he wouldn't allow the opponent to continue growing.
Otherwise, in the future, he might not even be able to sleep.
"Once the battle ends, I will naturally claim my spoils. But for now, there are other matters I must attend to."
Lin Xuan stepped forward, one step at a time.
