A sinister force, without any hint of an aura's fluctuation, silently bloomed from Wang Lin'er's pupils, thread by thread, attempting to invade Chen Pingping's Sea of Consciousness.
She was strong; her realm stood at the level of a Saint King.
Moreover, with her Divine Clan lineage, her bloodline, foundation, and the explosive power of her abilities, if all these aspects were combined, even a late-stage Saint King might not be her match.
In her earlier battle with Zhang Heng, it was because the Vast Sword Qi was exceedingly restraining.
But now, she was facing a youngster of unknown origin.
Wang Lin'er was very confident in her control, believing that he could not possibly resist such a level of possession.
The inn was very peaceful.
The cultivators sitting there, of course, knew what Wang Lin'er was doing; she wanted to possess Chen Pingping and take control of him.
