Hua Xin stared fearfully at the little whip, her head shaking like a rattle-drum: "I'm not running, not running, I so am not running."
A treasure personally gifted by an Asura Empress, how could that possibly be fake?
She had zero intention of suffering for nothing.
Jiang Fan pursed his lips in disappointment. He'd been wanting to test out the little whip's power.
The Asura Empress was also quite disappointed, snorting: "The farther this whip is from you, the heavier its damage."
"If you'd just now run far away, chances are you'd already be dead under this whip."
So she'd been hiding one last bit of info.
Hua Xin blew her top: "You vicious old hag!"
The Asura Empress shot right back: "In terms of age, I'm not necessarily older than you!"
Even through the Angel's body, she could feel how extraordinary Hua Xin's remnant soul was—quite possibly the remnant soul of some Sage.
