At this moment, the succubus queen has lost all her majesty, lying in a pool of blood, wretched beyond compare, with ten scars crisscrossing her body, though it's her back and wings that have suffered, the pain she feels is clearest to her alone.
The amount of blood she lost is not much, but she doesn't even have the strength to stand.
"Whether a person is strong or not doesn't depend solely on rank. It's more about tactics, just like how you defeated the fallen Sword Saint. In terms of rank, you might be slightly inferior? If rank determined strength in this world, then what's the point of fighting? Do you think I could contract you relying solely on spiritual power? I have countless ways to defeat you, but other methods aren't as simple as suffering a bit of flesh wound; I hope you remember that."
The succubus queen lies pitifully on the ground, whispering, "Thank you for the lesson, Master, please spare my life."
"Will you be loyal and honest?" Li Yao asked calmly.
