"Kill me," Lin Feng repeated softly, "and you'll regain your freedom."
Then he closed his eyes.
No defensive barrier appeared around his body. No surge of protective spiritual energy.
No preparation for escape.
He simply stood there.
Relaxed.
Vulnerable.
One second passed.
The spiritual pressure intensified, crushing down upon him like a mountain range collapsing from the heavens.
The floor beneath his feet groaned.
The barrier he had secretly established vibrated faintly under the strain.
Ten seconds.
Huo Mian's aura surged wildly, fluctuating between murderous intent and hesitation.
Her breathing grew uneven.
Her fingers trembled at her sides as she gathered power which was more than enough to reduce him to ash with a single strike.
A cultivator at her realm was like a walking nuclear arsenal, a single thought away from unleashing devastation upon the land.
