The Shadow of Death remained unmoving, yet the air seemed to tighten around him. His fierce gaze was colder than the sword's tip, and his overwhelming aura caused Valentina's breath to catch.
Valentina could only trust in the Sword King's guidance, believing that her mentor was the strongest. The trembling of her sweat-drenched palm ceased, and her breathing became calm like a lake.
Just like the training on the Sword Platform before, she blindfolded herself, listened to the wind to determine positions, quickly slicing the stones flicked from her mentor's fingers.
"I'll cut you into a man-pig!"
The Shadow of Death kicked up a cloud of dust, with Qi surging, and the hurricane was fierce.
The sword's momentum roared fiercely!
