Watching Testarossa get blasted away, Mo Li calmly gave his assessment of her.
Feeling the faint tremor in her sword and the hand that could barely hold it steady, Testarossa revealed a bitter smile.
The gap was far too great!
How much strength had the Emperor Lord used in that strike?
One percent, two percent, or three percent?
Testarossa did not know, but she understood one thing: if the Emperor Lord wished it, even while suppressing his own strength, he could easily deal with her.
However, her goal had never been to defeat the Emperor Lord.
From beginning to end, she had only one goal: to stand out among the three of them, surpass Ultima and Testarossa, and become the strongest!
To be honest, Testarossa's true goal was to become the Emperor Lord's strongest, most trusted, and most favored—his one and only—subject!
But... clearly, that was impossible right now.
Because standing before her was a mountain she could not cross now, or perhaps ever.
Xiao, the Emperor Lord's Guardian Yaksha, renowned throughout the world as the Great Sage of Demon Subjugation.
He was even someone the Emperor Lord had raised as his successor.
That Xiao was simply far too strong.
One could even say he was absurdly strong.
More than once, Testarossa had challenged him together with Ultima and Carrera, when he was acting as the Emperor Lord's Successor.
Without exception, they lost—completely and utterly, without the slightest possibility of victory.
Although Testarossa had held back during their sparring matches and concealed her trump cards.
That guy had not used his full strength either. After all, he possessed an Ultimate Skill.
Relying only on his martial prowess and raw strength, he had defeated all three of them.
Testarossa did not believe her trump cards could defeat Xiao.
After all, according