His blazing eyes fell on Lu Qingxue, then on Orsde, and a flush spread across his face.
"How dare you harm such a beautiful lady... I, Miller Alfred, will fight you to the death today."
"Noisy, I'll twist your neck off first."
Orsde sneered and walked towards Miller.
Lu Qingxue ignored Miller and showed no fear of the towering figure before her.
She simply raised her long sword calmly once more.
On her Sword Dao journey, there was never a notion of avoiding battle.
Orsde's footsteps began to quicken, instantly dragging out an afterimage, storing strength in his arms at his sides.
He was confident that in the next move, he could smash his opponent into pulp.
Lu Qingxue stepped forward, advancing fearlessly.
The three were about to collide...
"Ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly echoed from afar.
The sound was somewhat familiar, and a light ripple flickered in Lu Qingxue's eyes.
Miller couldn't be bothered to discern it.
