"I don't know what you higher beings have to be proud of. You've already been completely driven out by us. Besides, you're the only ones who think of yourselves as higher beings," Ximaida said to the man with a smile.
"You pitiful people can only ever live in your own little world," Ximaida said.
Ximaida stepped down from the beast she had been riding.
"Then just wait to die. I originally thought that, since you're such a pretty young girl, I could ease the pain of your death a little. But you don't appreciate my kindness at all," the man said.
"Men of our race are very gentle with women, even women from lower lifeforms," the man said.
Ximaida merely smiled without speaking, then drew the sword at her waist.
"If it were a silver sword, I might be a little afraid. But a sword made of material like yours is no different from a branch growing on a tree to me," the man said.
"People like you, who only know how to boast, usually aren't capable of much," Ximaida said.
Ximaida slashed out a wave of sword energy, then immediately followed behind it, rushing forward at incredible speed.
The man stood completely still. Seeing an opening, Ximaida did not hesitate and thrust her sword down at him.
When Ximaida's sword was only a few centimeters from the man's chest, he reached out and grabbed her blade with one hand.
"I really didn't expect this. You little girl do have some skill. You're quite fast," the man said to Ximaida with a smile.
Ximaida had not expected the man to evade her sword energy and intercept her attack at the same time—catching her sword barehanded.
Ximaida noticed that the man's hands were black. She had no idea whether there was