"Only those with ill intentions are enemies." Winter Melon's voice remained gentle as she looked Li Xingtian up and down, his face brimming with murderous intent.
As expected of a Blood Qi Evil Cultivator, his Killing Intent radiated from within. Even his calm expression could not conceal the Killing Intent all but spilling from his face.
Feeling the pure Blood Qi continuously flowing through the Soft-Bone Sword, Winter Melon said, "I've come bearing a generous gift. Would you be interested in hearing about it, Cult Leader?"
Li Xingtian's expression remained calm, but Yu Jing and Wen Zuo behind him could hardly hide their shock.
At that moment, they could not quite tell whether this was an enemy drawn here by the Cult Leader's overly heavy-handed conduct, or whether the fish those above wanted to catch had finally taken the bait.
"A cultivator like me only believes in calamities falling from the sky, not benefits arriving without cause." A trace of pure killing intent showed in Li Xingtian's eyes.
Winter Melon tightened her grip on the Soft-Bone Sword. "When fortune comes knocking, why wouldn't there be?"
"Then let go of that sword, and I'll give you a new opportunity."
"This humble woman wouldn't dare. What if you intend to send me off to be reborn?"
"You dared to come here alone. You must be quite confident in your cultivation. Otherwise, you've arranged someone outside to help you." Li Xingtian narrowed his eyes. "What, do you think you've got me in the palm of your hand today?"
Hearing this, Winter Melon slowly loosened the Soft-Bone Sword coiled around the Blood Saber. "I'm certain you wouldn't miss an opportunity as great as this, Cult Leader."
Li Xingtian did not raise his saber to attack again. Instead, he cast her a sidelong glance and