The enchantress's movements were downright seductive, but that icy face and that cold, grating voice made it impossible for anyone to feel the slightest desire.
When the middle‑aged man heard her brazen words, his face instantly darkened. "Yaōjī, you're getting far too arrogant!"
"It's not that I want to be arrogant, but can you actually manage to take me down?"
Provocation, disdain, contempt—all sorts of meanings erupted in that instant and were all laid bare before the middle‑aged man, making his face turn an ugly iron‑blue on the spot. "You…"
"Cut the crap. I'll send you on your way!"
With that, Yaōjī stamped off the ground and shot forward like a low-flying swallow, lunging at the middle‑aged man. The willow-leaf Saber in her hand, thin as an eyebrow, hung in the air like a crescent moon, shedding a ghostly cold gleam.
"Swoosh!"
The Willow-leaf Saber in Yaōjī's hand slashed straight out, driving straight for the man's throat.
