Jin Chen's words had just finished when an eagle spread its wings, and he had already landed on the arena, pointing at Xin Lin with a provocative gesture.
Xin Lin, unhurried, strolled onto the arena.
On the arena, there was still a puddle of blood that had not yet dried.
That bloodstain, however, was left by Little Xinzhuo just before.
Xin Lin's eyes narrowed, her hands tightly clenched together.
"You claim to be an Advanced Spirit Master, I'd like to see how much stronger you are than that little ghost just now, use your most powerful Spirit Art, let everyone see."
Jin Chen shouted loudly.
"To deal with someone like you, I don't need any Spirit Art at all."
Xin Lin hooked her lips in response.
Knowing very well that Grandmaster Jin would intervene with Spiritual Energy, why would she foolishly use Spiritual Energy in battle again?
