Never mind that Ling Qing'er had taken the initiative to tear up their agreement—even that single sneak attack of hers just now was more than he could tolerate.
The moment she launched that sneak attack, her death had already been sealed.
After all, Ye Lin was no easygoing man.
"I admit everything you said, but are you sure you want to fight me over this?"
Ling Qing'er narrowed her eyes, her tone chilling.
Under normal circumstances, Daluo Golden Immortals would not fight unless absolutely necessary.
No one knew just how strong the other party was, and a life-and-death battle concerned their very lives.
Unless driven into a corner, Daluo Golden Immortals would not start desperately fighting to the death at the drop of a hat. After all, they had long passed the age where they shouted of killing and fighting over every little thing.
Daluo Golden Immortals cherished their lives greatly.
The person before her was at the same cultivation level as she was. It had not been easy for him to reach this stage, and she did not believe he would truly fight her over such a trivial matter.
"I've seen unreasonable people, and I've seen domineering people, but I've never seen anyone like you—both unreasonable and utterly overbearing."
"I admire you."
"But only that much. Today, either you die, or I die."
Holding a sword in each hand, Ye Lin instantly charged at Ling Qing'er, not giving her the slightest chance to think.
Her words had thoroughly angered him into laughter.
This woman really was arrogant.
"Hmph."
A flicker of surprise flashed through Ling Qing'er's eyes. She had not expected Ye Lin to be so decisive, striking the moment he said he would.
But she, Ling Qing'er, was no clay doll. So what if they fought? Did he