Halfway up the mountain, opposite Mu Zi, Wang Yan stared at her with a dark gaze.
At that moment, his luxurious golden robes were covered in dust, and his former arrogance had been replaced by a hint of dishevelment.
"I already let you off once, yet you don't know what's good for you. You actually dared to come to me on your own."
"If not for Ling Qingzhu's protection, do you think you could have kept that Six Yang Profound Spirit Grass?"
Wang Yan's fury almost burst from his eyes. His fists clenched tight, then slowly loosened again.
Immediately after, he suddenly raised one palm. A pillar of Yuan Power light condensed in his palm, and without warning, it shot toward Mu Zi.
"Bang!"
The saber-shaped Spirit Treasure appeared in Mu Zi's hand. In an instant, a beam of light shot from the tip of the saber and shattered Wang Yan's attack.
Wang Yan's eyes narrowed. He had not expected her to block it so easily.
"So you broke through. Yuan Dan Realm Lesser Perfection. Is that the confidence you have to make a move?"
Although Wang Yan was somewhat surprised, he still did not take Mu Zi too seriously. A trace of arrogance entered his tone once more.
"Even Lin Dong at Great Perfection was defeated. You, a Lesser Perfection ant, still want to defy the heavens?"
"Take out all those Spirit Treasures of yours. I'll crush them one by one and let you taste despair."
Mu Zi's slender, fair fingers gently stroked the saber hilt. The blade lifted slightly, pointing straight at Wang Yan.
"To deal with you, I don't need those yet."
At the same time, the Golden Essence Core within Mu Zi's body spun at high speed. Yuan Power gushed from her Dantian and flowed through