The Asura King did not make a move, yet a pressure that made one shudder soared out.
Boom!
Lin Xuan felt pain tear through his entire body, as if he were a lone leaf of a boat in the ocean, liable to capsize at any moment amid raging winds and towering waves.
Yue'er... did not recognize him?
Lin Xuan was horrified, yet he could not even open his mouth. Before the legendary lord of the Underworld, a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was not much different from an ant.
Could he actually die at Yue'er's hands? An utterly absurd feeling welled up in Lin Xuan's heart.
Yet just then, countless Blue Light Spots surged out from the qi sea in his dantian, shielding his heart meridians. Afterward, they actually blocked the Asura King's pressure back, bit by bit.
"This..." Shock appeared on the young woman's face, and then she actually lost her composure somewhat. One had to know that Yue'er was the lord of the Underworld; she had long since reached the point where heaven and earth could collapse before her without her expression changing. Looking across the Three Realms, things capable of making her lose composure were few and far between.
Yet at this very moment, the Asura King's delicate body was even trembling slightly. "No... impossible. How could this treasure be in your hands?"
"Uh..."
Although Lin Xuan was no longer in as much pain as before, he still could not open his mouth. Besides, everything that had happened today was far too strange, and he did not know where to begin even if he could speak.
Yue'er had clearly already reincarnated. Then what exactly was the Asura King before his eyes—a segment of memory, or a remnant phantom of divine power?
But no matter what it was,