However, in the face of the powerful arrival of the Holy Land's elites, Lin Xuan remained unfazed.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression extremely calm.
As if the opponent had no intention of attacking him.
"Brat, die for me!"
The next moment, the purple-haired youth appeared in front of Lin Xuan, his fist swiftly striking out, aiming fiercely at Lin Xuan's head.
Accompanied by terrible light and the violent power of thunder and lightning.
Hmph!
Facing this punch, Lin Xuan snorted coldly. He did not dodge, but instead countered swiftly.
His palm moved like lightning, slapping forward.
Pa!
Although Lin Xuan responded later, he managed to strike first, hitting the opponent prematurely.
Immediately, that purple-haired youth's teeth flew in all directions, blood gushing. He spun thirty-six times in midair before being sent flying away.
Boom!
Subsequently, the youth crashed into a distant mountain peak, buried under countless rocks.
