As she spoke, the woman blinked her pair of exquisitely beautiful eyes, a sharp, icy glint rising in their depths.
This clash with the Mysterious Taoist had truly infuriated her.
After roaming the Demon Realm for so many years, she had never encountered such a bizarre opponent.
If his cultivation and strength had been lacking, that would have been one thing.
Yet in terms of cultivation and strength, she had steadily surpassed him in every way.
In her perception, an opponent like this should have been easily suppressed and taken down under normal circumstances.
Yet her attacks had repeatedly failed.
Not only had she failed to capture him, she had ended up disheveled and battered, her Demonic Essence greatly depleted and her injuries worsening by the moment.
How could she possibly endure that?
"Lady Meng's proposal is certainly a good one, but the question is, which of us goes first?"
The moment the woman finished speaking, her companion's voice followed.
"The two of us are one man and one woman. Naturally, you should take the lead while I hold the line from the side. What is there to argue about?"
The woman's lovely brows knitted, her face full of displeasure.
"Lady Meng, that is not right! You and I are both Demon Cultivators of the Demon Race, and our cultivation realms and strength are evenly matched.
"At our level of cultivation, there is no distinction between men and women."
Her companion continued calmly, showing no intention whatsoever of yielding simply because Lady Meng was female.
What a joke.
This was not some affair of love and tenderness, all sweetness and devotion.
They were both acting for their own interests, so naturally they had to haggle over every last penny.
Perhaps among the human race and the Demon Race, there were