The man did not deliberately release any pressure, but that condensed, pure, and intense, bone-chilling killing intent could not be completely concealed.
It was the aura of killing that had settled after countless life-and-death battles and the slaughter of thousands of lives—cold, violent, and ruthless. Anyone who approached would instinctively feel fear and dare not speak to them lightly.
This man was named Dark Blade, specializing in the art of close combat and assassination, with ruthless and decisive attack methods. He was a trusted death warrior under Wu Heng’s command.
The woman on the right formed an extreme contrast with the hidden blade.
She was petite and slender, no taller than five feet, with a light and gentle figure.
Her skin was fair and delicate, like fine mutton-fat jade. Her brows and eyes were delicate and soft, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, and her apricot eyes were clear and radiant, as gentle as water, without a trace of hostility.
A pure white flowing cloud long dress draped over her, the wide and flowing hem flowing as she walked, like clouds brushing the wind. The hem was embroidered with subtle patterns of white lotus, with fine stitching, elegant and elegant, adding a touch of cool, ethereal charm.
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