The hot wind brushed by.
Xi Mu's palm swept over the Hunting King's Greatsword, black flames symbolizing death entwined, exuding a horrifying sense of death's oppression.
"Woman, what foolishness are you speaking?"
His icy voice carried a hint of murderous intent.
"My mentor, Hecate, who masters all the paths of fate's flow, you dare talk about destiny before me."
"..."
The nun serving the fire shook her head gently, intending to explain the reasons, but found the future King of Ash had already mercilessly launched an attack.
The greatsword wrapped in black flames chopped towards her fair neck, with resolute murderous intent and without the slightest hesitation.
However.
"Clang!" Just before the blade could touch the tender neck, it was stopped by a transparent red shield and did not sever the nun's head.
