"Are you an Emperor Realm Expert?" Lin Xun asked Li Zhōujūn.
"No," Li Zhōujūn replied.
"Then you're pretty amazing. The power of just one of your clones was enough to deal with me." Lin Xun smiled wryly.
To be honest, her confidence had taken quite a hit.
After all, she was among the very best even within the ranks of ninth-grade Dao Emperors.
"Don't put so much pressure on yourself." Li Zhōujūn smiled. "Your strength is already very impressive."
"Thank you for comforting me," Lin Xun said.
Li Zhōujūn shrugged. "I'm not comforting you. I'm just telling the truth. Even if the Emperor Realm cultivator you mentioned came here, they still wouldn't be able to defeat my clone."
"Uh, that's a little too much comfort." Lin Xun stared at him blankly.
At that moment, Lin Xun assumed that Li Zhōujūn was simply bragging.
After all, a Dao Emperor was an existence that could dominate an entire region even on the most prosperous Central Continent.
The reason she had survived at the hands of that Dao Emperor was that the Dao Emperor who had ruined her appearance had not dealt a killing blow. Instead, she had wanted Lin Xun to live on in agony.
Clearly, that Dao Emperor had succeeded.
Although Lin Xun usually appeared very confident, she was actually living in great pain.
After all, even though she was a ninth-grade Dao Emperor, she still cared about her appearance.
"I told you, I really wasn't comforting you," Li Zhōujūn said with a smile.
"Fine. I don't believe you anyway." Lin Xun smiled, though the side of her face with its exposed, upturned muscles looked somewhat horrifying.
Li Zhōujūn, however, remained perfectly calm.
He knew that there was nothing in this world capable of killing him, so naturally, he feared nothing.