A wry smile appeared on the old man's weathered face.
He had lived for over a hundred million years, and cultivated for over a hundred million years as well.
It could be said that when he became a Quasi-Saint, the little girl before him had not even been born yet.
He had experienced so many battles in his life that he had long lost count.
His wealth of combat experience had already been carved into his mind.
Yet, although they were both Quasi-Saint First Heaven, he was actually no match for this little girl before him.
What a bitter irony.
"Cut the nonsense. A loss is a loss. Your first move was a killing blow, so I cannot spare you either."
Without the slightest expression on her face, Zhang Ling'er slowly raised the long sword in her hand and pointed it at the old man.
Though she had experienced little, her ancestor had taught her that when dealing with enemies, she must never be soft-hearted, never be merciful.
Either do not act at all, or, once she did, she had to take the other person's life.
Otherwise, the mercy she showed today would become a disaster in the future.
She had always kept those words deep in her heart.
Therefore, since she had made her move, she had never intended to spare the thing before her.
"You still do not know what kind of existence you have offended."
"You have offended that person. Your life will know no peace, and you are destined to die as well."
"If you let me live, then at the very least, you will be able to stay alive too."
"But once I die, he will send even more powerful experts—perhaps experts you cannot resist at all—to kill you. Before such an expert, you will