Hearing this, Hua Rui's face twitched involuntarily.
"Good heavens, you're praising yourself in such a roundabout way!"
Though she grumbled internally, Hua Rui did not dare show the slightest hint of it. She could only cup her hands nervously and say:
"Before Senior, I dare not claim to be fast."
Luo Hong had not meant to mock Hua Rui. When making the comparison, he had not counted himself at all. After all, his cultivation speed had been built upon countless opportunities and his unique cultivation method.
Even those Sons of Destiny favored by the Heavenly Dao likely could not compare to his absurd pace!
"Enough. You need not be so restrained.
Back then, although you nearly took This Seat's life, you did not gain much from it in the end.
This Seat has never liked bullying the weak with power. I shall spare your life today."
Seeing her look as though she were stretching out her neck to be executed, Luo Hong waved his hand and spoke in a gentler tone.
The other Wood Race cultivators nearly had their jaws drop. They immediately looked at Hua Rui in disbelief, secretly thinking that their commander actually possessed such ability!
They had no idea that Luo Hong had once had to address Hua Rui as Senior.
"Thank you, Senior! Then... may this junior leave?"
At such a critical moment of life and death, Hua Rui naturally had no attention to spare for her subordinates' expressions. Realizing that Luo Hong had no intention of killing her, she asked in overwhelming delight.
"Of course not. This Seat does not care about the personal grudge between us, but have you forgotten the current relationship between the Wood Race and my race?"
Though Luo Hong had no desire to kill Hua Rui, that did not mean