"Hmm?"
Lu Xuan's brows slightly raised, his eyes flashed with a purple gleam, evidently aware of the anomaly on the ground below.
However, Lu Xuan's expression remained as calm as water, unmoved. The Wind-Fire Saber in his hand suddenly blazed with intense purple flames, rising fiercely.
The next moment, Lu Xuan stood quietly in the void, motionless.
Yet his right arm had already risen high, and then he gently swung it towards the distant Primordial Spirit apparition.
Wherever the Wind-Fire Saber went, the space was ignited by the scorching purple flames, causing waves of heat to ripple.
The purple flames on the blade seemed almost alive, roaring upwards, pouncing towards the old woman's Primordial Spirit apparition opposite.
The old woman's Primordial Spirit apparition could only watch helplessly as the terrifying purple flames surged towards her, finally letting out a sound of angry defiance.
"Whelp, you're courting death!"
