Admit I'm Stronger

'Is he bluffing?'

Han Xinyan wasn't sure. The man before her was far too confident. Either he was truly confident, or he was an absolute madman.

"Fine then, we'll refine Level Eight Divine Pills!" she said solemnly.

Right now, she was genuinely taking him seriously. She didn't dare to underestimate Ling Han anymore.

"I'm going to refine… the Nine Emperor Golden Bell Pill." This was also a Level Eight Divine Pill, but it was inferior to the Berserk Blood Spirit Pill both in terms of medicinal effects and in terms of refinement difficulty. After all, the Berserk Blood Spirit Pill could almost be regarded as a Level Nine Divine Pill. Thus, regardless of what pill she chose, its refinement difficulty definitely couldn't surpass the Berserk Blood Spirit Pill. That being the case, her choice of pill naturally didn't matter too much.