The labor of ten thousand years, destroyed in a single day—it was no wonder Baoshe hated Lin Xuan to the marrow of her bones.
But then her tone changed again. "But it doesn't matter. Fortune is where disaster leans, and disaster is where fortune lies in submission. If not for this stunt of yours, this Saint Ancestor still wouldn't have been able to make up her mind to do this. Now it's perfect. I no longer need to rack my brains over what choice I should make..."
"And as the one who started it all, this Saint Ancestor will be sure to repay you properly..."
Baoshe's voice was icy enough to pierce the bone, each word seeming to leap out from between clenched teeth.
Resentment!
Hearing this, Lin Xuan also felt that something was wrong.
By all rights, Baoshe's physical body had already perished, leaving only a Nascent Soul. Whether by reason or circumstance, she should not have been able to stir up any more tricks.
But every word she spoke dripped with venom. No matter how he looked at it, it did not seem like empty posturing, so Lin Xuan did not dare treat it lightly.
Take advantage of her illness to take her life. As long as he destroyed this woman's Nascent Soul, she naturally would have no chance to turn the tables.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lin Xuan hesitated no longer. He pointed forward, and divine radiance immediately surged. From the surfaces of the Nine Divine Mountains, another wave of sword rain burst forth.
Five-Colored Glaze. Since Lin Xuan dreaded this woman, his strike naturally held not the slightest bit back. This wave of attacks drew upon the yuan qi of heaven and earth, bringing the power of the Immortal Sword Map into full,