In her eyes, warfare below the Emperor Realm was just child's play.
On the Starry Battlefield, when hundreds of billions of cultivators from two star systems clashed, even those in the Emperor Realm only counted as mid-level power, Emperor Realm stage two was considered high-level, and only stage three Emperor Realm was the kind of enemy she needed to pay attention to.
And enemies like those were often the overlords of rival star systems.
The Space Ancestral Empress shifted in her seat out of utter boredom, crossing her long, pale legs in a new position—careless, yet still elegant as hell.
*Come on, hurry up and fight already, Zi Family, it'd be just great if you were wiped out, then I'd finally have a reason to step in.*
"Do you all really think that if the Ouyang Imperial Race wipes us Zi Family out, they're gonna come out of it unscathed?"
Zi Dao looked around the room, noticing that while a lot of elders kept quiet, their faces pretty much agreed with that idea.
