Once he had thought this through, Lin Xuan's expression returned to calm composure.
His shoulder trembled slightly, and he had already taken a step without a sound.
With his movement, space rippled once more.
Soundlessly, Lin Xuan had already chased after her.
Because Yuanyuan possessed Phoenix spirit blood, she had grasped a little spatial secret art. However, compared to his own Nine Heavens Micro-Steps, it was still somewhat inferior after all. In the end, the difference between their strengths simply could not be spoken of in the same breath.
Seeing him catch up to her like a shadow following a body, Peacock's face showed a few traces of alarm. She raised her jade hand and clawed fiercely at Lin Xuan's face.
With her movement, a Demon Wind rose violently. However, the expression on Lin Xuan's face did not show the slightest concern, though he knew very well that, despite his wife's ten slender fingers, long and graceful to the extreme, as a Lihe Realm member of the Demon Race, if this claw came down, it could punch a hole even through a small mountain.
But so what? He was no ordinary immortal cultivator.
Lin Xuan likewise stretched out his hand, swift as lightning, and seized Peacock's jade hand in his palm.
That strike capable of splitting monuments and cracking stone seemed to have landed in cotton, producing no effect at all. But Peacock naturally would not sit still and be captured. She raised her left hand, and a short sword slipped from her sleeve, stabbing down fiercely toward Lin Xuan's heart.
"You girl, are you really trying to murder your own husband?"
Lin Xuan shook his head, both exasperated and amused. His movements were even faster. He also raised his left hand, bent a finger, and flicked it toward that