Shi Lan tilted her head back to gaze at the towering cyan giant before her, unable to suppress a trace of regret.
Her cultivation had already advanced fast enough, yet before an opponent of this level, she was still utterly powerless to fight back.
She was still far, far from the Supreme Realm.
But...
Noticing the scorn in the Giant Spirit King's eyes, Shi Lan suddenly smiled.
"How many years have you spent cultivating?"
"This king attained the Dao tens of thousands of years ago."
The question seemed to stir something in the Giant Spirit King. He looked down at Shi Lan, his tone laced with pity, as though he could see through everything.
"Perhaps you once believed you were Heaven's favored child, chosen by the system and destined for greatness. But in truth, you're nothing but a mortal being used by others. How pitiful..."
He had expected his words to make the ant before him falter, or perhaps look at him in disbelief.
But to his surprise, Shi Lan's expression remained calm, her smile undiminished.
"Beneath the Heavenly Dao, all are mortals. You and I are both common folk. But if I were as old as you, I'd slaughter you as easily as a pig or a dog."
The smile at the corner of the Giant Spirit King's mouth vanished. Divine light blazed in his eyes; he had clearly been enraged.
Boom!
A cyan giant palm came crashing down like a mountain, and the void collapsed in an instant.
Shi Lan didn't move a muscle, nor did she open a spacetime passage. The Sword Emperor's Dao Fruit trembled in her sea of consciousness, while above her, in the sky, an aura she had encountered before had already appeared.
Humm—
A beam of sword light fell from the highest heavens.