Fortunately, only Lin Xuan had seen it. Otherwise, her image would have been utterly ruined.
"You actually didn't run!"
"Was there no Immortal Emperor coming to receive you?"
Lin Xuan's battle saber paused slightly. Much of his anger at failing to capture Wu Qi had already dissipated, and now he could not help but feel curious.
Seeing Lin Xuan question her again and his saber halt, Ling Pianran unexpectedly felt as though a weight had been lifted from her chest.
"I'm not running, nor is there any need for anyone to receive me!"
She spoke rapidly, looking as though she feared Lin Xuan would strike with thunderous force again.
"Oh?"
"You've already lost, yet you're still putting on airs?"
"Looks like you intend to die here and abandon this immortal soul avatar."
A teasing glint appeared in Lin Xuan's eyes.
Without special means targeted against it, an immortal soul avatar would not cause much damage to the true body, but shaking one's foundation a little was still entirely possible.
Lin Xuan did not believe that the lofty Heavenly Maiden of Pure Yang Heaven would not care about that.
"Lin Xuan, you bastard!"
Ling Pianran was beside herself with rage. "You won. I, Ling Pianran, admit defeat."
Lin Xuan raised his chin. "Do you think lowering your head means you can escape death?"
"What do you take me for?"
Ling Pianran had lost—lost to Lin Xuan's train of thought. She wore an utterly listless expression, as though life held no further meaning.
"Withdraw Mad Immortal Dao first!"
"I... I, Ling Pianran, swear upon the Heavenly Dao that I absolutely did not come to Black Dragon Forbidden Land to target Lin Xuan."
Rumble!
As Ling Pianran's words fell, an arcane force descended.
"Uh..."
Under Divine Descent of the Nine Heavens, Lin Xuan