Moreover, so what if the Golden Palace was powerful? Lin Xuan was not someone who was afraid of death.
What was the purpose of practicing martial arts? Other than pursuing a longer lifespan and enjoying wealth and power, it was to be free and unfettered in the martial world.
Being free and unrestrained was what Lin Xuan yearned for. If he was timid and overcautious in everything he did, what was the point of practicing martial arts?
In his opinion, one's martial arts strength was used to break free from all shackles. It was the most fundamental guarantee of being free and unfettered in the world.
And he, too, was advancing step by step towards the goal of his dream.
Lin Xuan did not leave after killing Huang Jinsheng.
He heard the crowd's conversation and found out that there were some martial artists behind Huang Jinsheng. He thought that they would come to seek revenge soon.
Therefore, in order to not have any worries, he planned to get rid of them all at once.
With a wave of his sleeve, Lin Xuan put away the other party's storage ring. Then, the headless corpse exploded, forming a bloody mist that filled the sky.
Under the guidance of Lin Xuan's finger, spiritual Qi and blood quickly rolled in the bloody mist, forming a pavilion in the air.
The entire pavilion was red like blood jade. It was crystal clear and floated in the air.
It was no different from a real palace.
"Transformation!"
When the crowd below saw this, they were shocked again.
Martial artists of the three Spirit Realms would be able to use this kind of technique to transform.
They could only use it in martial arts techniques. Only Venerable Ones could maintain the transformation for a long time.
This was because only at this level could one freely control the spiritual Qi between heaven and earth.
However, ordinary Venerable Ones would not use this method casually because to maintain the transformation required a huge amount of spiritual Qi and pure spiritual power.
Although Venerable Ones could mobilize the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth without limit, there was also a problem of conversion rate.
That was the degree of utilization of spiritual Qi. This problem was determined by the cultivation method.
Almost none of the martial artists below the Third Heaven of the Venerable Realm dared to use this transformation technique during normal times, let alone when they were about to face a fierce battle.
When Lin Xuan heard the shock from below, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He had long since mastered this technique, but he was only using it now.
Moreover, when he used this method, he did not have to worry about the conversion of spiritual energy like other martial artists.
That was because the Longevity Incantation in his body could solve all these problems very well.
His cultivation and transformation speed was definitely far superior to those of the same level. Even Lin Xuan had yet to figure out what level of cultivation method the Art of Longevity was.
In a flash, he walked toward the blood-colored palace and quickly entered it.
The interior was no different from a real palace. Lin Xuan slowly sat down, took out a cup of spirit wine from his storage ring, and slowly tasted it.
Then, he rummaged through Huang Jinsheng's ring of holding and sorted out his spoils of war.
"What is this Lin Xuan doing? After killing Huang Jinsheng, he's still not leaving. Could it be that he's not afraid of death? "
"From the looks of it, could it be that he's waiting for the others from the Golden Palace to come?" Someone was bewildered.
Below, no one left. They were all watching silently. They wanted to know how Lin Xuan was going to deal with the wrath of the Golden Palace.
Not long after, the void trembled, and a long howl rolled over like the waves of the sea.
Accompanying it was a monstrous and terrifying aura.
The void fluctuated, and spiritual energy surged over like the waves of the sea.
"What's that?"
Countless people were shocked and looked up at the sky.
At this moment, in the sky, countless black shadows were moving quickly like ghosts. They joined together and floated over like dark clouds.
"Demonic beasts!"
Someone exclaimed because they realized that the black shadows were huge Iron-clawed Eagles.
On top of the Iron-clawed Eagles stood countless figures, each of them carrying a strong murderous aura.
In an instant, the Iron-clawed Eagles filled the sky and arrived near the blood-colored palace.
At the forefront was a goshawk that was dozens of feet long. Its feathers were like steel, shining with a metallic luster.
On the back of the demonic beast was a bald martial artist. His eyes were fierce, and his aura was powerful.
He quickly sensed his surroundings, and then his face turned ugly.
"Who dares to kill the disciples of the Golden Palace? Come out and die! "
His voice was loud and clear, like the roar of a ferocious beast. It spread clearly in all directions.
"The Golden Palace, the people from the Golden Palace are here!"
Countless people were shocked. They did not expect the other party to arrive so quickly.
The void was silent, and no one answered the bald man's question.
"Hmph, how dare you kill the disciples of the Golden Palace. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape death!"
The bald man sneered and stretched out his arm. Golden light flickered and formed a dragon that rushed down quickly.
"Dragon Hand!"
In the next moment, a martial artist was surrounded by the golden dragon and carried into the sky.
"Speak, who killed the disciples of the Golden Palace?"
The bald man's face was ferocious as he stared at the innocent martial artist.
The martial artist was just an ordinary spectator. His cultivation had not reached the Honorable Realm, and he could not speak in front of the powerful aura of a Honorable Realm martial artist.
However, in the bald man's eyes, he was looking down on the Golden Palace and harboring a criminal.
"If you don't speak, you'll die!"
The bald man sneered and exerted force in his palm. Suddenly, the golden dragon roared and tore the innocent martial artist to pieces.
Blood mist drifted and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
Seeing this, the martial artists below felt their scalps go numb. They did not dare to stay any longer and fled into the distance.
Demon! The people from the Golden Palace were demons!
They did not need any reason to kill. As long as they were in a bad mood, they could kill at will! No one dared to stay any longer because they might die if they were not careful.
However, the bald man was determined to find out who the culprit was. How could he let these people go?
The golden dragon in his hand roared again and swooped down. In an instant, it brought up two martial artists.
"I'll give you a chance. Tell me who the culprit is!"
"If you don't speak, you'll die!"
One of them was shocked by the murderous aura and could not speak. The other shouted crazily, "I'll speak, I'll speak!"
"The culprit is Lin Xuan. He's in the Blood Palace."
"I'm done. Can you let me go now?" The martial artist gasped for breath.
"Lin Xuan?"
The bald man looked around and saw the Blood Palace not far away. Suddenly, his face turned ferocious.
"Let you go? How is that possible! You saw the disciples of the Golden Palace being killed. You deserve to die! "
The bald man did not listen to reason. He exerted force in his palm and instantly crushed the two martial artists.
Bloody and arrogant. These people did not listen to reason at all. There was only killing in their eyes.
"Lin Xuan, right? How dare you kill the people of the Golden Palace. I'll let you know what it means to live a life worse than death!"
The bald man looked at the Blood Palace and let out a sharp roar.
"Lin Xuan, come out and die!"
The voice was terrifying. It turned into a physical attack and rushed forward.
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