Facing Xiao Feng's confident provocation, Chen Muxue simply curled her lips slightly.
"I didn't expect that even with a system companion, one would still be limited by realm levels."
The swirling black Qi seemed to have finally completed some transformation, merging with Chen Muxue's shadow.
"Chen, Chen Muxue! What are you doing?! Why don't you quickly surrender?!"
"Xiao Feng can continuously ascend in such a short period, and yet the Heavenly Thunder doesn't strike him. Could he be the Son of Destiny?! Chen Muxue, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha!"
Seeing the cultivators behind Chen Muxue speaking up for him, Xiao Feng's smile grew more arrogant.
Even the cultivators who should be standing with you are like this, how will you fight against me?!
Butcher's knife?
Chen Muxue instinctively reached for the object behind her that always gave her a sense of security—
When her hand grasped the iron pot, it was as if a surge of electricity shocked her brain.
