"You have a point," the Corpse Witch blinked her eyes, no longer verbally probing, "then let's fight and let me see the abilities of this era's top Talent."
"Me, fight you?" Xi Mu pointed at himself then at the Corpse Witch across from him, a very subtle expression on his face as if asking, are you joking?
Even in her weakened state, the Corpse Witch was still a witch, not someone he could confront at his current peak of humanity, but once he surpassed human limitations, he could indeed give it a try.
As for after he completed the ritual, he could virtually pin the weakened Corpse Witch on the table and furiously pound her shapely behind.
"Of course not me," the Corpse Witch said, revealing a seductive smile, her long, bandaged legs crossed as she snapped her fingers softly. Accompanying the echo of the snap, the scenery drastically changed, transporting them to an underground world with the corpses of a dozen dragons casting… no, casting hostile glances at Ahtal.
