"What? The Heavenly Pride of Wanchu Sacred Land was defeated? How is that possible!"
"No way, the disciples of Wanchu Sacred Land are extremely powerful, almost comparable to a Reserve Saint Son, it can be said they are extremely strong."
"Very few can defeat them."
"And yet the opponent defeated them so easily, who on earth is he?"
Voices of discussion rose one after another as they continuously sized up Lin Xuan, trying to guess his identity.
However, Lin Xuan's figure swayed and he pursued. The black Qilin in his hand appeared once again, ready to kill the opponent.
This guy had caused trouble multiple times, and even planned to destroy his carefully laid trap, so how could he possibly not take action?
The black Fire Qilin revolved in the air, then opened its enormous mouth, spitting out torrents of black flames.
Whoosh!
The Nine Nether Demon Flame surged out, resembling Hellfire, spreading with a cold yet fierce aura.
Upon its appearance, it swept downward.
"Stop!"
