Zora raised a brow faintly. "Since you came for my life, at least let me know who wants me dead."
"We only kill," the man said coldly. "Nothing more."
The killing intent in his eyes flared. In the next instant, the two female assassins beside him rushed forward like shadows, attacking without hesitation.
Zora's mind flashed.
A professional killer group.
So that was it. Someone had gone as far as hiring assassins. That fit Guinvere's style perfectly.
A faint, dangerous smile curved Zora's lips as she drew her sword. If they wanted her life, then tonight would see who truly walked away breathing.
Power surged from the two women like a sudden storm. Their auras expanded without restraint, and the pressure of third-stage Crimson Realm cultivation rolled outward, heavy enough to make the air itself feel thick and sticky.
Zora's dark eyes narrowed slightly. She was only at the second stage of the Crimson Realm, yet she felt no fear.
