"Can't let it pass?"
A chill flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. "In the world of immortal cultivation, the weak are meat and the strong devour them. In my eyes, fellow Daoist, you are nothing more than meat on the chopping block. Whether you live or die—do you truly think that is still up to you?"
So arrogant. Flower-Plucking Old Devil's teeth clacked from anger, but this old monster, aside from being lecherous and vicious, was also deeply scheming. He did not flare up at once. Instead, he began sizing Lin Xuan up with a wary gaze.
"I have neither grievance nor hatred with you. Could it be that fellow Daoist truly intends to stand up for them? Though this old man's cultivation is a notch below yours, if pushed too far, I can still drag you down in mutual ruin."
The old devil spoke through gritted teeth, both soft and hard in his words, but unfortunately, Lin Xuan was no ordinary Middle Stage cultivator. Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Oh? Then let me ask fellow Daoist a question."
"What?"
"Do you possess a spirit talisman inherited from the upper realm, capable of raising your cultivation to the Nascent Soul Late Stage in an instant?"
"No."
Flower-Plucking Old Devil was taken aback, not understanding why the other party had suddenly said such baffling words.
"Hmph. I thought as much. Since that is the case, fellow Daoist may go to your death in peace. Rest assured, I will draw out your soul and refine your spirit. I absolutely will not give you the slightest chance to reincarnate." Lin Xuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, an icy sneer hanging on his lips.
This matter could no longer end amicably.
The old devil's face was covered