Fu Juedai feared dying again, so she invoked her father's status as a Golden Immortal-level powerhouse, hoping to frighten Jiang Ping An into letting her go.
To be honest, Jiang Ping An was indeed afraid.
A terrifying existence at the Golden Immortal level could cross the Immortal Realm with a single thought and crush him to death with one slap.
It was impossible not to be afraid.
Yet Jiang Ping An still had no intention of letting this woman go.
The reason was simple: the Devil Race stood behind him.
If the Devil Race and the Yin Yang Divine Hall had merely had minor frictions and were not fighting too fiercely, Jiang Ping An would never have dared to deal with this woman.
But the two sides were now locked in a fight to the death, their hatred stretching back countless years.
That meant that even if Jiang Ping An killed someone as important as Fu Juedai, the Devil Race would protect him.
They might even proclaim him a hero.
If experts from the Yin Yang Divine Hall dared to attack him, then, in order to steady morale, the Devil Race would certainly send experts to attack other elites of the Yin Yang Divine Hall as well.
As always, when major factions fought, their experts generally would not attack low-level cultivators.
Otherwise, the experts on both sides would retaliate against one another, slaughtering each other's descendants until only a handful of experts remained. Such a war would be utterly meaningless.
She was only a Taiyin Saint Emperor Body. Though important, another might be born several million, or even tens of millions, of years later.
To a major faction, the impact would not be especially great.
Jiang Ping An suppressed his wariness toward the Yin Yang Divine Hall and dragged Fu