Even if he had almost no magic power left, killing this brat would be no problem.
Master Sky Lion's face was filled with a savage, violent ferocity. Not only did he not retreat, he instead accelerated and charged this way.
Before he even arrived, the overwhelming spiritual pressure was already enough to leave one dumbstruck. If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, they absolutely would not dare meet its edge head-on.
As long as she shrank back even slightly, he would be able to seize a flaw, then strike true in a single blow.
Unfortunately, Yue'er was different.
Though the little girl had not formed her Nascent Soul long ago, after fusing with the Asura God Blood, her strength was so great that even compared with Lin Xuan, she did not give much ground. Master and servant had sparred before, and she had only been slightly inferior.
If Master Sky Lion were in perfect condition, Yue'er naturally would not dare clash with him head-on. But this old fellow was now merely an arrow at the end of its flight.
The little girl naturally had the strength to beat a dog after it had fallen into the water.
As the thought passed through her mind, Yue'er's city-toppling, nation-toppling pretty face was filled with an innocent, guileless smile. Her jade hand turned over, and a crescent-shaped short sword appeared in her palm.
It was no more than a foot long, exquisitely crafted to the extreme, with more than ten gemstones of various sizes embedded in the hilt.
With Lin Xuan's experience, he did not recognize a single one. The Mysterious Yin Treasure Box—even a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure would pale in comparison to it. That was the weapon of the Asura King in her previous life.
Of course, the wondrous