Even when she acted without the slightest mercy, there was always a trace of reluctance in her heart.
That was simply how this world was. Either the sheep died or the wolves died; either the weak wolves starved to death, or the weak sheep were bitten to death. Perhaps this world was too cruel, yet beautiful because of it.
"Now that you've seen everything, it's time for you to come out, Linghu Chong."
"Though you led this campaign, you never showed your face from beginning to end. Before they died, they were still calling your name."
Dongfang Bubai turned toward a certain spot and spoke calmly.
She had sensed Linghu Chong watching from the very beginning, but she simply had not mentioned it. Saving the finest prey for last was not a bad thing either.
"I didn't expect to encounter another Mimic in this world."
"I clearly remember that, at the beginning, I was the only one shown to be simulating this world."
"If not for the Power-Sucking Great Art, I truly wouldn't have been able to see through you."
"This is one of the martial arts techniques most coveted by Mimics like us who simulate Wuxia worlds."
"But it doesn't matter. I can still obtain it by killing you."
With that calm voice, a figure carrying a longsword walked over from afar. He wore a white brocade robe and had handsome features, but his expression was exceedingly cold, giving him the air of an iceberg.
"After witnessing my strength, you still think you can defeat me?"
Dongfang Bubai did not hurry to attack and merely spoke indifferently.
"What I cultivate is the Xiaoyao Sect's Little Formless Art. Though it can imitate all martial arts under heaven, it is still far inferior to the Power-Sucking Great Art. In terms of