Kitsura was dumbfounded as she watched Yuan and his wives wield their weapons. Their movements were too swift, too fluid—so refined that it seemed as though they had been honing their skills for tens of thousands of years.
She felt that with a single swing of their swords, they could cleave an entire mountain in two, even without relying on magic or aura.
Especially Yuan and Valeria. From their bodies and their blades radiated an otherworldly presence that sent chills crawling down her spine. Cold sweat instantly broke out across her forehead.
'What is this terrifying sensation I'm feeling?!' Kitsura screamed inwardly, her nerves taut, as though thousands of invisible swords were pressing against her skin, their edges ready to slice her apart.
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Meanwhile, Vrasha had chosen to remain in her room, immersing herself in cultivation. Ever since Yuan had given her a cultivation technique, she had become fascinated by it, devoting nearly all her time to training.
