Locked in a stalemate, Shi Ming suddenly let out a sneer. He didn't draw the Sword in the Stone, merely maintaining the abilities he had already used. Amid the standoff, he actually started to chat—
"The power of Evil Thought Heaven... As expected of one of the oldest legacies of the Ancient Evils. It's truly extraordinary."
"Hmph."
The String Beast snorted arrogantly.
'This human wants to surrender now? It's too late!'
It thought Shi Ming's words were meant to praise it. In reality, Shi Ming wasn't speaking to the beast, but to the Flower of Evil Thought behind it.
"Over the endless ages, you must have developed intelligence, and a considerable one at that."
"You are very clever,"
"but unfortunately, you're also very foolish."
