Though Lin Xuan had won this contest, his expression was unsightly to the extreme.
With the other party's escape, his identity was certain to be exposed, and his feud with the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King was now set in stone.
Though he had long since offended Baoshe and Bingpo, and the Corpse King Jinyue likewise hated him to the bone, Lin Xuan was not afraid of adding one more enemy.
But no matter what, it was always better to stir up less trouble if possible.
Now that things had ended like this, Lin Xuan's mood was naturally depressed to the extreme.
Yet he was no ordinary cultivator after all. He took a deep breath, and the expression on his face once again became utterly calm.
Then he turned his head, his gaze falling toward the Demon Race women at the side.
"Fellow Daoists, you are still remaining here. Could it be that you truly wish to fight with Lin?"
They were merely some Spirit Division–level Demon Race members. If Lin Xuan wanted to wipe them out, it would naturally take no more effort than blowing off dust, but since Old Monster Feng had already escaped, killing these demon women would be of no help. Lin Xuan was not a cruel, bloodthirsty person, so he intended to let them live.
Those women had already been uneasy to begin with, terrified that Lin Xuan would make things difficult for them.
Since he had no scruples even toward Princess of Ten Thousand Flood Dragons, then they absolutely did not have the ability to escape from his hands.
They were feeling anxious, and had not expected that the other party would actually be willing to spare their lives.
After their surprise, all the women were overjoyed.
Afraid that Lin Xuan would change his