Holding her umbrella, Song Wanning paused. A dark glint flashed through her cool, detached eyes.
In the Spirit Realm, she wouldn't have stood a chance.
But...
Here in the Netherworld, however, she might just have a fighting chance.
If she was truly outmatched, she could always just run away again.
"Senior, you have already obtained one Rebirth Flower. Why must you fight a junior like me for this one?"
"Sometimes, being too greedy isn't a good thing."
The corner of Song Wanning's lip curled into a cold smile.
Her calm and composed demeanor made the Mahayana cultivator laugh.
"What a little brat. You've got quite the mouth on you."
"You're the first person who's ever dared to steal from me."
The Mahayana cultivator simply saw Song Wanning as an ignorant child and lost any desire to toy with her.
His expression darkened. With a wave of his hand, a massive blade several meters long appeared.
