"----"
The air in the lavishly luxurious room grew somewhat delicate.
The young girl holding the Knight Sword merely gazed at Fang Li with frank yet resolute eyes, an air of nobility constantly radiating from her.
Fang Li had stopped not merely because the young girl before him blocked his path, but also because of that aura.
Of course, whether she was noble or not was not enough to make Fang Li stop.
There were two reasons Fang Li had stopped.
One was that although the girl before him was only twelve or thirteen years old, her aura was stronger than anyone Fang Li had encountered in the royal castle before.
(She was already comparable to Kiririn Ditou, wasn't she?)
In other words, like Kiririn Ditou, this young girl had reached the Fourth Level at a tender age.
That was not what surprised Fang Li.
What truly made Fang Li take notice was the ornate Knight Sword clenched in the girl's hand.
That dazzling, magnificent Knight Sword emanated an aura even nobler and more sacred than the young girl herself.
Therefore, it was definitely no ordinary weapon.
Fang Li searched his memories of the original work and readily recalled this sword.
"A Holy Sword?"
Once, in the world of Aria of the Scarlet Ammo, Sherlock had left Fang Li the national treasure used by England's legendary Knight King, which Fang Li later returned to him.
However, that sword had merely been a national treasure and possessed no power whatsoever.
The sword before him was different.
Fang Li was certain that, in terms of power, this Holy Sword was not the least bit inferior to Bō Xié.
In other words, not only had its wielder reached the Fourth Level, she was also using a Third Level weapon.
If they truly fought,