The killing intent is subsiding, but the threat continues, like a tidal wave of pressure pressing in.
It seems that if words are not agreeable, a battle will break out, and there will be bloodshed.
Lu Xuanji slightly frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist, why must you press me so? If we truly engage in combat, even if you win, it will come at a great cost. I, myself, have walked this path through slaughtering the world, never knowing what fear is. If it's a fight to the death you want, then so be it!"
A terrifying aura circulates, and magical power sweeps forth.
The Qi and Blood circulate to the extreme, like a burning star.
The Primordial Spirit operates, communicating with the Heavenly Dao Authority.
The Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure, the Immortal Artifact Bell of Death, is also activated to its peak, ready for battle at any moment.
Golden light flashes beneath the feet, ready to attack or even escape at any time.
