"Chang'an, backing down now would make you look less like a man." Zhu Pingniang curved her lips, smiling beautifully.
"Ms. Zhu." Xu Chang'an slightly leaned back and said seriously, "With my Spirit Platform, this kind of thing targeting the soul should be ineffective, right?"
"You seem confident in yourself. This is an artifact of the old folks; what makes you think you can withstand it?"
"..."
Xu Chang'an obviously didn't know if he could withstand it; he just didn't want to get hammered.
"However, you're right. This thing is indeed useless against your Sea of Consciousness," Zhu Pingniang muttered. "It's impossible to erase your memory with it. I know this very well."
"?" Xu Chang'an asked, "Then..."
"I just..." Zhu Pingniang sighed softly. She held a giant hammer in one hand and gently clawed the air with the other towards Xu Chang'an. Her sharp nails seemed to emit waves of coldness as they brushed past Xu Chang'an's neck, sending shivers down his spine.
