"Where are you looking?" Lin Xuan asked with a placid smile, leaving them utterly stunned and horrified.
As the golden light faded, the Lin Xuan before them vanished. The young man then saw Lin Xuan standing behind him, completely unharmed. Forget serious injuries—not even the hem of his robe was touched.
"A devouring power? Not bad, but you have to actually hit me for it to count..." The Yulan Sacred Fire on Lin Xuan's arm flickered, and a frigid aura instantly enveloped the young man, making him tremble as a terror born from the depths of his soul surged forth.
"I... I'll give you the Token! I surrender!" the young man stammered, hastily pulling the Token from his robes. He could already feel the touch of death from the eerie blue flame. But before he could toss the Token away, Lin Xuan's fist shot out, its speed breaking all limits.
