One Outcome

The moment between the Dragon Prince and Princess had absolutely nothing to do with Sarriel. To her, that battle could have only ended one way.

And so too would this one.

Her sword angled downward, pointed forward toward Aurelia. She didn't seem to care that she had just fought a battle, nor that Aurelia hadn't used up any of her strength. As far as Sarriel was concerned, the World of Cultivation had never had anything close to that of fairness, and she had already been living in such a world of unfairness for her whole life.

She had made it this far, and this Martial God wouldn't change a single thing.

Sarriel didn't bother to speak a single word. She only looked at Aurelia for a single instant of time before her blade moved.

Afterimages filled the air and time seemed to bend and warp, reality forgetting what was true and what was false for a moment as her sword gracefully danced through the air.