The Powerful Black-robed Old Man

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on Lin Sen's lips.

He had already guessed that the black-robed old man would dodge. Therefore, when his hand seal landed, his body suddenly dissipated.

Then, another figure appeared.

"This is… an illusion?" The old man's pupils constricted fiercely. His eyes were filled with shock. "This is the highest profound meaning of an illusionist—Stealth Substitution!"

The old man's heart couldn't help but tremble. Which faction had nurtured this monstrous genius? At such a young age, he had already grasped the highest profound meaning!

"Kid, who exactly are you!" The black-robed old man asked sternly.

Lin Sen ignored him. His palm moved again. Instantly, countless lightning bolts condensed in the sky again.

"Thunder!"

Lin Sen shouted in a low voice. Instantly, the lightning bolts poured down crazily.

The black-robed old man was shocked and quickly retreated. At the same time, he formed hand seals.