Lan Ran's expression was gloomy. It seemed that such a deadly strike could not be used again. This was a sure-kill ultimate technique, and it truly possessed the power to instantly slay experts of the same level.
Of course, the attack just now had surely been like a lamp in the sky, illuminating the entire realm. How could Lan Xian possibly not know? Although there had been no response yet, this definitely would not last long.
Besides, the realm below was overrun by ghosts at night, consuming a great deal of my magic power. If I had not possessed the Infinite Soul Cloak, I would not have been able to hold out this long.
Lan Ran had also seen the situation below, and her worry was plain to see. Taking advantage of this opportunity, how could I not kick her while she was down? "You saw it too, didn't you? Vicious ghosts are running rampant below, and your cousin doesn't seem likely to remain safe either. Oh, right, your accomplice wasn't killed by me. He blew himself up and died before I even said anything. But what is there that traitors like you won't do?"
My words struck her hard. Lan Ran shouted furiously, "Usurper! In this lifetime, I will certainly drag you down from the position of City Lord!"
I smiled and said, "That is probably nothing more than wishful thinking. Still, I am rather curious—aren't you heartbroken that your subordinate sacrificed himself for Heavenly Profound? If it were me, and I had such a loyal subject, I would be devastated."
"Uncle Lin died for Heavenly Profound. I, Lan Ran, will certainly remember him in my heart, and I will also carry on his dying wish—to purge the chaos! Heavenly Profound shall be restored!" Lan Ran drew her sword