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.

"What are you planning to do?" Seeing his opponent approach, Cao Yun felt fear in his heart.

"What am I planning? Lin Xuan let out a cold laugh, naturally, to deal with you!"

"What? You dare kill me!" Hearing this, Cao Yun was completely stunned.

He couldn’t imagine that the opponent would dare to make a move against him!

Was he not afraid of Wanchu Sacred Land’s retaliation?

The surrounding kings were also all frozen, none could believe it.

This kid wants to make a move against the Reserve Saint Son; is he crazy?

"Kid, I’m warning you, I am the Reserve Saint Son of Wanchu Sacred Land!"

"If anything happens to me, Wanchu Sacred Land will not let you off easily."

Cao Yun shouted through gritted teeth, attempting to use Wanchu Sacred Land to intimidate his opponent.

But it was clear that this time, his plan failed.

Because Lin Xuan truly didn’t fear Wanchu Sacred Land.

You should know that in a few days, Lin Xuan would have to kill the Wanchu Saintess.

That was a true Saintess, not to mention Cao Yun, who was just a Reserve Saint Son!

Moreover, the opponent had repeatedly provoked him; with Lin Xuan’s character, he definitely wouldn’t let such a person remain in the world.

Therefore, in the next moment, he didn’t speak, but instead gripped the Nine Nether Demon Sword in his hand tightly, and strode ahead.

With each step, the murderous intent on his body grew stronger, until finally, he was like a Killing God.

Gulp, gulp!

Everyone swallowed their saliva, because earlier they thought Lin Xuan was joking. But now it seemed that he was serious.

Cao Yun was scared too.

He realized that the opponent seemed to be serious, so in the next moment, he hurriedly swallowed all the Healing Holy Medicine in his hand.

Quickly standing up.

If you want to kill me, I won’t let you get away easily! Even if I have to die, I’m taking you down with me.

Cao Yun, who was like an Evil Ghost.

As a Reserve Saint Son, he also possessed significant wealth. The Healing Holy Medicine in his body melted, exerting powerful medicinal effects, repairing his body.

His long red hair swayed in the wind, and he exuded a fiery, intense aura.

"Qilin Arm!"

Knowing there was no escape, and the opponent intended to kill, Cao Yun had no choice but to fight desperately.

At that moment, he pushed his strength to the limit, even if it meant leaving some aftereffects.

A cold shout, a furious roar from the Fire Qilin beside him.

Soon, flames filled the sky, and the Fire Qilin quickly transformed, merging into Cao Yun’s left hand.

Bang!

Cao Yun’s left sleeve shattered, revealing a sturdy arm surrounded by flashes of fire.

Moreover, a Qilin pattern appeared, lifelike.

A tempestuous and blazing heat surged from the arm.

Seeing this spectacle, Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.

He sensed Domain power from the opponent’s arm.

Evidently, the opponent used some Divine Skills, combining his King Domain with his arm.

This enhancement would surely increase its power.

With the Qilin Arm activated, Cao Yun appeared like a Fire God, his right hand gripping a long spear as red as fire.

"Kid, you want to kill me is your biggest mistake!"

"Now, die!"

Cao Yun roared, having now activated secret techniques, forcibly boosting his fighting capacity to be almost equal to a true Saint Son.

The only difference was that after this battle, his body would suffer from lingering aftereffects, difficult to remove.

But now, his combat power was absolutely terrifying.

Buzz!

A spear thrust ahead, transforming into a sky full of Divine Rainbow, enveloping the front.

The heat was unbearable and even a Six-star King would be burned to ash by this heat wave.

Lin Xuan also let out a cold snort, the Great Dragon Sword Soul in his body circulating madly, Dragon Sword Domain flashing beside him.

He swung a sword, a colossal Sword Qi like a mountain, directly descending from the sky.

Slicing forward.

Qilin Arm!

Seeing this, Cao Yun bellowed, his left hand clenched into a fist, swiftly striking.

Roar!

This punch turned the whole hall fiery red, and amid the flames, a Fire Qilin surged forward.

This power sent chills down everyone’s spine, even the Ten Thousand Thunder Saint, Moon Worship Saintess, and Four Symbols Saint Son wore solemn expressions.

As this power had already matched theirs, capable of threatening them.

"What terrifying Qilin Arm, unexpectedly Cao Yun still has such Divine Skills."

Several bodies showed grave expressions, and those slightly weaker kings had already knelt, faces pale.

"Qilin Arm?"

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes; he too sensed a dangerous aura.

Let me see whether your Qilin Arm is stronger or my Destructive Black Dragon Fist is fiercer.

Next, he also clenched his left fist, frightful violent energy swirling within him.

A Black Dragon Illusion hovered over his left arm, viciously, as if it were real.

"Dragon Roar Nine Heavens!"

A punch erupted, a terrifying Black Dragon carrying destructive energy, tearing through the Void ahead.

In the battle area ahead, the Void collapsed, massive black holes and countless cracks appeared.

While a Black Dragon surged within.

Rumble rumble rumble!

In the next moment, the Black Dragon Fist and Qilin Arm collided, creating a monumental clash.

The entire hall was enveloped by two energies, one pitch black like ink, exuding a violent destructive aura.

On the other side, fiery as a sea of flames stretching out.

The two forces battled, collided in the air, continuously annihilating, then tearing apart.

Until finally, the whole hall was shrouded in dazzling light, causing everyone to be unable to open their eyes.

Not to mention trying to inspect the situation ahead.

In the end, even those Saint Heirs closed their eyes.

Calmly awaiting the result.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The storm raged fiercely, thunder descended, the two energies raged incessantly, until after a long while, they gradually dissipated.

"What happened?"

Everyone stretched their necks, peering forward.

Then, they froze.