A violent wave of aura burst from his body, rolling through the street like a black tide. Crimson Realm, fifth stage.
Even among professional killers, that level of cultivation was considered formidable. In his eyes, it was more than enough to crush a young girl.
But Zora only curved her lips into a calm, confident smile, as though she were watching a child show off a toy sword.
"A fifth-stage Crimson Realm Spirit Warrior dares to threaten my life?" she said softly. "You really think too highly of yourself."
Beside her, Shihtzu could no longer hold back. Ever since breaking through, it had been itching for a proper fight. This arrogant man had been glaring at its master for far too long. One good bite on the throat would settle things nicely.
The man hesitated for a brief instant, instinctively scanning the darkness around them. Had Zora's mentor arrived?
But the street remained still. No hidden presence. No sudden pressure. Nothing.
