Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. He felt a bone-deep threat from Bian Ziyuan's words.
As for threats, his method was to completely eliminate them.
However, Jian Wushuang had no intention of attacking at this moment.
Looking at Bian Ziyuan whose Immortal body had completely shattered and no longer had the strength to fight, he felt compassion.
"I'll spare your life. You can leave," Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice and was about to throw him away.
When Bian Ziyuan heard this, he gave a strange smile. "Do you really think that you'll be able to beat me? I'm afraid you still don't understand the difference between a Grand Yan Immortal and a Yan Immortal."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
As if to confirm what he was thinking, Bian Ziyuan, who was originally on the verge of death, suddenly surged with a terrifying suction force.