Kyrian looked at the crowd before him, his eyes still cold after the old man's death.
"Still haven't decided?" His voice echoed once more.
A heavy silence dominated the ravine. Then, as if an invisible order had been given, most retreated. Taking several steps back, holding their breaths, and averting their gazes. No one wanted to be the next.
But Kyrian saw.
Among them, there were ten. Ten who looked at each other and, in that single instant, communicated. A tacit understanding shone in their eyes. They would not hesitate.
Suddenly, they charged at Kyrian.
Their speed was completely different from the previous ones. Their momentum was immense, their silhouettes cutting the air into blurred lines. They were all cultivators in the higher stages of the Liberation Realm.
All unsheathed their weapons at once.
Spears, swords, sabers, and even a bow. Qi condensed into their blades, vibrating in the air with deadly energy.
"Crimson Saber Technique!"
"Nine Winds Slash!"
