Clang!
The dried spear shaft, soaked in saltwater and hardened, vibrated as Vera's Falling Blossom Sword left a deep scar on it before coming to a halt. Even that much had slowed her attack.
Had Valen not called out to stop her…
She wouldn't have withdrawn her internal energy from the sword. And the man who had appeared would have been cleaved in two.
"...Hah…"
The man, barely clinging to his life, collapsed onto the ground, trembling.
Vera gazed down at him. His attire, rough and durable, resembled a soldier's uniform rather than the martial robes of Suncrest Sect or Celestial Sword Sect.
"Are you from the Eastern Mountain Fiery Blade clan?"
"Y-yes… Hah… Hah…"
The man could barely believe what had just happened.
He had seen the sword glow with Sword energy, brimming with deadly intent. Acting on instinct, he had raised his spear to block the strike, fully expecting death.
