"Beat me to death?"
Yuan Xing froze.
Then he could not help laughing.
"Hahaha!"
The more he laughed, the funnier he found it, as though he had heard the most ridiculous joke of the year.
Li Xian watched him without urging him on.
He seemed very patient.
Ning Qingshu, however, could no longer hold back.
"Executive Yuan, he's seizing this chance to recover from his injuries. You mustn't give him any breathing room."
She called out a loud warning.
But Yuan Xing paid her no heed at all.
Not until Chen Jianghai added, "Executive Yuan, although the Haotian Mirror Spirit's gaze cannot 'see' the shadows shrouded in the Heavenly Demon Furnace's Demon Qi... delay may bring unforeseen trouble!"
Those words finally made Yuan Xing stop laughing.
"Li Xian, I saw your strike that slew over a dozen Xiantian cultivators on the Entering-the-Dao Candidates Ranking in an Image-Recording Stone! So I understand why you're so arrogant! But do you know how vast the gap between Xiantian and Dao Foundation is!?"
He still could not restrain his urge to sneer. "Do you really think killing a greater demon that wasn't even a half-baked Dao Foundation makes you strong enough to fight us Dao Foundation Realm cultivators!? You could kill Xiantian cultivators in the True Qi Realm, but there's an entire major realm between Xiantian and Dao Foundation! It's the gap between martial artists and cultivators!"
"Are those your last words?"
Li Xian nodded as he spoke. "Then I only hope that you, a Dao Foundation cultivator, truly are as incomparably powerful next to Xiantian cultivators as you claim."
At those words, Yuan Xing fell silent for a moment.
The next second...
This Dao Foundation Realm cultivator suddenly erupted into motion.
He charged with his sword, his entire body like a siege crossbow