Fighting the Leopard

The leopard's heart sank, and he demanded coldly.

"You're not a weasel. What race are you really from?"

A mocking voice came from within the Soul Suppressing Pot. "Brat Leopard, you thought she was a beast? She's a human cultivator—you've been fooled!"

The leopard was startled. She was actually human?

Why did she not carry even the slightest aura unique to human cultivators?

His gaze swept back and forth over Xu Chunniang, and he suddenly realized that she did not carry the aura of the beast race either!

A ring of black flame spewed from the mouth of the Soul Suppressing Pot.

"It's no wonder you were fooled by her, brat. Even I can't see through the origins of the technique this human cultivator practices. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Interesting."

The Soul Suppressing Pot swayed and flew toward Xu Chunniang, circling her twice.

Xu Chunniang faced it as if confronting a great enemy, warily guarding against every movement of the Soul Suppressing Pot. She had not forgotten how Cat Night had died.

The Artifact Spirit of the Soul Suppressing Pot was strange.

"Why are you so nervous? I only wanted to say hello."

Seeing that its intentions had been exposed and that there was no opening to exploit, the Soul Suppressing Pot flew away dejectedly.

When he saw that the Soul Suppressing Pot had failed, disappointment flashed through the leopard's eyes. It seemed he would have to act personally.

Whether she was human or weasel, only death could seal her mouth forever.

The leopard suddenly unleashed a Law of Slaughter, catching Xu Chunniang off guard.

Yet she had long been prepared and easily neutralized the attack.

The two exchanged blows, and within a short time, they had fought dozens of rounds, evenly matched.

After failing to prevail for so long, the