A Contest with the Witch

"You really are heartless. Faced with such a delicate, gorgeous beauty, you don't understand the slightest thing about cherishing the fairer sex."

Mu Tianqing put on a pitiful, coquettish look, as though Ling Xiao were some faithless scoundrel.

In such a short span of time, she had already changed faces several times, and even her aura shifted unpredictably, impossible to fathom.

Even now, with her aggrieved expression and the image of a soft, delicate woman, Ling Xiao did not lower his guard in the slightest.

That was because this woman's cultivation had already reached the terrifying seventh transformation of the half-step Great Dao, two minor realms higher than even the Blood Moon Demon God.

Though she looked like a young woman of sixteen, in the bloom of youth, she was in truth an old hag who had lived for endless ages.

"Do you know? The way you're pretending to be young right now makes me a little sick."

Ling Xiao's expression did not change as he spoke coldly. Any ordinary man would already have been bewitched out of his wits, kneeling and begging for mercy, reduced to a subject beneath her skirts.

But to him, this little temptation could not shake his true heart.

The smile on Mu Tianqing's face froze.

Pretending to be young?

Sick?

Never in all her life had anyone spoken of her that way!

With her charm, even the most elite prodigies of the True Realm could not hold themselves back and would long for a taste of her sweetness.

Yet now, Ling Xiao was showing her such contempt!

Mu Tianqing put away her smile, her expression turning icy. Her aura abruptly became solemn and sacred, transforming her into an inviolable holy maiden.

"Ling Xiao! You truly have made me see you in a new light.