At that thought, Lin Xi could not help chasing after him. He did not intend to fight Li Chen head-on; he wanted an answer.
"What else do you want?" In the void, Li Chen, who was about to use Great Spatial Transfer, sensed that someone had locked onto him. This came from the True Vision of a True-Sight Talisman. During the last war, after recognizing the threat posed by the Mysterious Nonbeing Art, such supplies had become standard equipment for the Immortal Alliance's upper ranks. All manner of karmic secret arts and environmental fields had also been developed, forcing an overall improvement.
Lin Xi thought for a moment, then decided to get straight to the point. "There's something strange about your state. Have you already attained the immortal Dao fruit?"
"You could say that," Li Chen replied.
"So that's it!" Lin Xi said. "Was it this strength that gave you the confidence to barge in here and provoke us?"
"With a keen blade in one's heart, the urge to kill rises of its own accord," Li Chen said. "What I'm doing now already counts as considerable restraint. I know very well what I'm doing. I don't need you to remind me."
Lin Xi sneered. "The wheel of fortune really does turn."
He still remembered how, when the Immortal Alliance held sway as the overlord of the world, it had repeatedly suppressed and plundered Puppet Masters. Now the two sides maintained a balance of power, with the Puppet Dao even holding a slight advantage. The Immortal Alliance's Great Powers were not united. Each cared only about advancing his own cultivation and grasping the pulse of the age, and they could hardly keep Li Chen in check.
Li Chen paid no attention to Lin Xi's sarcasm. By now, he no longer cared