*Clang!~*
A figure abruptly emerged in front of Ancestor Tirea Snow as he grabbed the icy sword with his bare hands. The sword's sharp end tried to slice through, but it was blocked by the tough skin of his bare hands while his claws held onto the blade, making scratching sounds.
Ancestor Tirea Snow's tried to pull her sword back, but she couldn't. Her unsympathetic eyes narrowed as she could see that the fey in front of her could compare to a Low-Level Law Rune Stage Powerhouse and a Low-Level Martial Overlord Stage Powerhouse! Nevertheless, she didn't cower and stared at him with killing intent still blazing from her eyes.
Ulysses's eyes narrowed at this unruly woman that his lips couldn't help but move in displeasure.
"Beauty Snow, you don't know what's good for you. Obediently become my little brother's woman or you will-"'
*Triing!~*
