The evil cultivator teleported again, putting as much distance as possible between himself and Jian. His eyes had turned blood-red, and he hissed viciously, "I hadn't realized that you would be willing to sacrifice your own merit just to beat me!"
"Indeed," Jian replied, her tone infuriatingly casual. "Though my cultivation may not match yours, I simply have an abundance of merit—it’s the perfect counter to you."
"Hmph! I’d like to see just how much merit you have to squander!"
Chapter 1592