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"Ding."
The sound of the sword being sheathed reached Bailuo's ears.
At the same time, Yellow Spring, holding the sword, and Old Luwei, who was catching his breath, both had a touch of relieved smile on their faces.
"What's going on?"
"You're not killing us, you showed mercy?"
The expected slash from Asura and Yellow Spring did not fall; the siblings turned their gaze forward, only to see Bailuo holding the sword and slowly turning around.
There, Rakshasa was posing for a quick draw slash.
Unbeknownst to them, he had already positioned himself behind Bailuo—a blind spot in his vision.
[Blessing: Risk Monitoring]
[Blessing: Protective Barrier]
[Grace: Arrow's Descent]
[Passive: Vajra Body]
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"You..."
Bailuo's brow furrowed slightly; he had intended to casually strike the siblings a couple of times, to discourage their infighting and unite them against a common enemy.
