Luckily, Nailong True Person was his sworn elder brother.
Lin Xuan felt extremely fortunate. Otherwise, if he were his enemy, his current self truly would not have much chance of victory.
That said, judging Fairy Yutong and Bingpo by Nailong only made them even more impossible to underestimate.
Fairy Yutong was one thing; between him and her, there was no real conflict of interest.
But Bingpo...
The grudges and entanglements between the two of them were no small thing.
Leaving aside everything else, her capable subordinate, Baoshe of the True Devil Progenitors, had died by his hand.
Calling it a hatred that could not share the same sky was a little much, but in any case, this grudge had been tied into no ordinary knot.
Moreover, he absolutely had to seize back the Vanity Box among the Asura Seven Treasures. This point alone made conflict between him and her unavoidable.
His elder brother had once said that she and Yutong both had a deep friendship with the Asura King, and only they knew what exactly had caused that ancient upheaval.
Seen this way, the hope of turning enmity with Bingpo into friendship was almost approaching zero.
Lin Xuan sighed inwardly, but as for fear, it had not come to that.
When soldiers came, generals would block; when water came, earth would dam it. Bingpo was indeed troublesome to deal with, but he was no soft persimmon either. He believed there would always be a way to defeat her.
These thoughts flashed by in an instant. For the time being, they were all matters he would only need to consider later.
When the cart reached the mountain, there would be a road. Lin Xuan released his divine sense and began searching for the spoils of the battle before him.
Yet his