No wonder Baoshe was shocked and furious. Although her main cultivation was not the Body Refining Technique, as a True Devil Progenitor, her devil body had been tempered to incomparable toughness. Forget bare-handed Cultivators—even Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage existences wielding treasures would ordinarily find it difficult to wound her.
When Lin Xuan rushed in close, it had originally been exactly what she wanted. She had planned to give Lin Xuan a surprise, to make him understand that some people could not be offended.
Who would have known that the final result would be stealing a chicken only to lose the rice—she herself had been blasted flying.
How could Baoshe not be furious to the extreme?
She was filled with shame and resentment.
The hunter had become the prey. So she had been the arrogant and conceited one all along?
As a True Devil Progenitor, how long had it been since she had suffered like this? She had never expected that a moment of complacency would bring her nothing but spinning a cocoon to bind herself.
Anxious and enraged, she hated Lin Xuan to the bone.
However, Lin Xuan's moves were far from over here.
Ever since he had stepped onto the path of immortal cultivation, Lin Xuan had experienced countless magical battles. There was naturally no need to repeat how skilled he was at seizing opportunities.
He had finally managed to injure Baoshe; how could he miss such a good chance? Of course Lin Xuan had to expand his gains as much as possible.
"Why are you two fellow Daoists still standing there in a daze? If you don't make a move now, do you really think Baoshe will let you go?"
Lin Xuan widened his eyes and shouted.
At this moment, he was facing Baoshe, but he was not