As spatial fluctuations stirred, Lin Xuan appeared in a spot a hundred zhang away.
His face was filled with a shadowy gloom.
He looked toward the venomous snake that had just bitten at him.
It was no living creature, but something formed from the essence of devilish qi.
Needless to say—Baoshe!
This woman had not fallen.
As a True Devil Progenitor, how could her head be taken so easily?
Even though Lin Xuan had executed one ingenious scheme after another.
Even though her situation just now had been perilous to the extreme.
But Baoshe was Baoshe. The mighty name of a True Devil Progenitor had absolutely not been earned by luck.
Even in a desperate strait, she could seek life from within death!
Of course, it was impossible for her to pay no price at all.
After all, what she had faced just now was a killing trap, and Baoshe had had no choice but to abandon the pawn to save the chariot, using an Avatar as bait to help her true body turn danger into safety.
Put simply, it was the golden cicada shedding its shell.
She had let the Avatar take the punishment in her place; just now, it had been one of the Avatars she had cultivated.
In place of her true body, it had had its head taken by the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword.
Baoshe had escaped the great calamity and immediately launched a counterattack against Lin Xuan, only to have him dodge it after all.
There was no need to mention the frustration in her heart.
The look she cast toward Lin Xuan was even more filled with venomous hatred.
Originally, she had already hated Lin Xuan to the bone, and now new grudges and old hatred erupted together.
Was that not so?
One had