Qu Man turned and rushed over, intending to chop off Wang Jixuan's head.
Daoist Wang hurriedly shouted, "Let me die knowing the truth! I can tell you a secret!"
"Oh?"
The Lame Old Daoist lightly raised a hand.
Qu Man halted her charge, her spear tip aimed at Wang Jixuan from afar.
Wang Jixuan's face was pale, his breathing labored, his primordial spirit trembling. He truly looked injured, yet his gaze remained stubborn and his eyes exceptionally bright.
Wang Jixuan asked, "I want to know how you killed Bai Linger!"
"Bai Linger?"
The Lame Old Daoist sneered and continued savoring his moment of victory:
"That was simple enough.
"Her cultivation technique required Yang Qi to replenish herself. A loose immortal like her had failed in cultivation and was addicted to affairs between men and women. I merely had to reveal my true appearance, and she naturally threw herself at me.
"That Bai Linger even dreamed of absorbing my cultivation. Laughable! Even without schemes, you people would be no match for me!"
Wang Jixuan gave a miserable laugh and shook his head. "Aren't you afraid of Heavenly Punishment for doing this? Brother Mao said you obeyed the Immortal Palace. Those Immortal Palaces must have all sorts of mighty Divine Ability Users. Even if you renew your immortal fate, can you escape?"
The Lame Old Daoist narrowed his eyes slightly. "That is none of your concern."
"How about..."
Wang Jixuan still wanted to stall for time and chat with this fellow a little longer;
but Mao Mo had already begun cursing furiously:
"Shameless! You shameless old thief Dou Qian! Scum! Killing us would have been one thing, but you actually want to refine the mortals of this minor world! That's tens of billions of people! You! Your mother! I actually treated you