What gave him the right?
This man was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, a whole minor realm below her. Just because he had stumbled upon an incredible opportunity, did that mean he could ascend to the heavens in a single bound and treat her as if she were nothing?
She had spent a century in arduous cultivation and fought countless battles to the death to achieve her swordsmanship today. She was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Qingyuan Dao Sect.
But him?
All it had taken was one finger.
That single finger had not only erased a hollow in the mountain; it had nearly erased every ounce of her pride.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. The pain kept her clearheaded.
No.
She couldn't accept her fate.
In the struggle along the path of cultivation, falling behind by one step meant falling behind at every step. She absolutely could not lose heart here!
So what if he had obtained the Golden Crow Inheritance? The path of an ancient Demon Emperor was no easy road. The stronger the power, the more terrifying the backlash. He might seem invincible now, but the next moment, that Divine Fire could burn him to ashes!
I still have a chance!
She quietly raised her eyes and stole a quick glance at Chen Ye's back.
His aura... seemed somewhat unsteady? Though he was doing his utmost to conceal it, the sluggishness in the flow of his Spiritual Power couldn't escape her notice as a fellow cultivator.
He really was forcing himself to keep going!
Ling Feiyan's heart gave a sudden lurch, and a reckless thought sprang uncontrollably into her mind.
Kill him!
Kill him while he's weak! Take his inheritance!
Once the thought took root,