Hearing the man's explanation, Ling Xiaoxiao raised her eyes. Her voice was as calm as an unruffled surface of water as she said coolly, "Your Demon Race really has gone to great lengths to defeat the Demon Race and the Human Race. You've even managed to come up with something as crooked and underhanded as this."
"Heh, you flatter me." Dugu Chuan chuckled, a proud, smug look in his eyes. "What, you still want to fight? With your cultivation, you can only use half your strength now."
Ling Xiaoxiao lowered her head and fell silent for a moment. Then she looked up and smiled brightly, tilting her head as she asked in return, "Fight? Why wouldn't I?"
A hint of cunning entered her eyes, completely unlike the gloom and darkness in them before.
Dugu Chuan's expression changed abruptly. A trace of confusion and unease appeared in his eyes; he had clearly noticed that something was off about the girl's reaction.
But before he could ask anything, he suddenly sensed an intense, dazzling azure radiance emanating from her.
In the indistinct glow, the outline of an ancient, mysterious, solemn statue slowly appeared behind her. Its faint yet boundless aura radiated a startling presence.
Dugu Chuan's expression shifted. He had already realized that the girl's strength had not been restricted by his Sealing Power. She remained as powerful as ever. In fact, after she activated her technique, the solemn, almost tangible aura of her spirit power pressed down on him so heavily that he felt he could barely withstand it.
As he stood at a loss, he saw her raise an arm impassively. A brilliant azure flash of spirit power followed, crashing down with the force of a mountain.
Dugu Chuan grunted. His stance did not waver in the slightest as the