"Butterfly!"
"Hahaha... Hahaha... Butterfly..."
Jiang Ding was beside himself with joy, almost breaking into a dance.
For a sword cultivator, how important was an opponent?
Though he held an absolute claim over the seven great star regions, he dared not appear in any corner of them in his true body. Doing so would put his subordinates' loyalty under immense strain, with consequences neither he nor the Immortal Sect could accept. The loyalty of powerful humans always came with conditions.
And now, out in the wild, he had happened upon a powerful anomaly of the Demon Race: a seven-tribulation supreme of the Dream Dao!
Jiang Ding had once slain a head of the Seven Kill Sword Lord, but that had not made him arrogant or cost him a clear understanding of his own strength.
For one thing, the Seven Kill Sword Lord had been only a single head, nowhere near an eight-tribulation supreme. The gap was as vast as that between a head and a whole living being.
For another, in the Solar System, the Great Sun Sword Lord naturally enjoyed a double advantage: the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Spirits Domain bolstered his combat strength, while the Spiritless Universe suppressed high-energy beings and weakened his opponents. His strength in his own stronghold and outside it belonged to entirely different levels.
Jiang Ding knew his own strength clearly, and he knew just as precisely what sort of whetstone his sword needed.
It was a sword cultivator's instinct.
And now, to his Great Sun Sword Dao instincts, the butterfly before him carried a trace of death.
What a beautiful whetstone!
"Butterfly, you're wonderful."
"You've only just advanced, haven't you? What perfect timing!"
Jiang Ding did not rush to attack. "Do you need time to stabilize your cultivation?" he asked with concern.
"That's