Yu Jiao Lan's face was pale. She struggled with all her strength, trying to stand.
But the terrifying pressure made her whole body tremble. Her bones felt as though they were about to shatter. She could not even raise her head, much less stand.
"How could this... How could this happen—"
Yu Jiao Lan was shaken to her core. She could not accept it.
She had always believed that once she became a quasi-fifth-rank expert, she could suppress Li Chang'an and wipe away years of humiliation.
But being forced to her knees today had shattered that belief.
She had never felt such overwhelming pressure from any person, Demonic Beast, or member of an Alien Race. Even Yanlong Gan and Jin Langhui fell far short of it.
She simply could not understand what realm Li Chang'an had reached.
Could he be a legendary Tier 5 deity?
She did not know that the pressure came not from Li Chang'an, but from the Sword Spirit within him.
"The Sword Spirit really is useful."
Li Chang'an saw through Yu Jiao Lan's thoughts at a glance, but offered no explanation.
He casually patted her cheek and said evenly, "You've only just reached the quasi-fifth rank. You're not among the strongest yet. Cultivate diligently and steady your mind. You have good talent. I hope you go further down this path."
Yu Jiao Lan bit her lip hard. A tangle of emotions filled her heart.
Just then, a tall, exquisitely beautiful woman with green skin appeared behind Li Chang'an.
It was the Demon Cattail Flower, now recovered.
"Master," she suggested, "this little girl is disobedient. Why not let me parasitize her? I would never harbor disloyal thoughts."
As she spoke, a formidable aura slowly surged from her.
Sensing that aura,
Yu Jiao Lan was shaken once more,