"Let us fight, fair and square!"
A smile slowly spread across Xu Que's face; at this point, he couldn't wait to release all of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Mosquitos and end this old hag with blood.
"Wait!" The old lady spoke suddenly and calmly, "You don't have to overthink. I admit, your abilities are far more powerful than most of the cultivators in the Form Synthesis Stage. However, this doesn't mean that you have the upper hand. If we continue fighting, the worst scenario shall be us fighting until we kill each other."
Her temperament was as calm as a lake. Even though Xu Que had broken the defensive spell that was used to protect her, she remained composed with no signs of flaring up. However, Xu Que was not buying what seemed to be on the surface. Having lived in the Cultivator Realm for many years, he was clear about how cultivators really acted.
