"So strong..."
Huang Huo's eyes glimmered. Unable to resist, she clenched her tiny fists and secretly tightened her grip on her sword.
The Storm Shadow Inn's hall was extremely long and narrow. The entrance stood at the highest point, while the floor descended in steps toward the back. The stairs leading to the second floor were tucked into the far corner. She clearly saw several Rosalin knights behind them looking in this direction, yet they had been forced back several steps by Brando's sheer presence alone.
She knew very well that although Rosalin's forces could not rank among the strongest on Swallow Plain, its knights had spent years fighting undead, monsters, and scavengers, and were consequently all extremely tough. Most of them were at Silver Peak, but there was no shortage of Gold Rank experts. The few people in the inn at this moment, for example, had at least reached the lower reaches of Gold Rank.
Defeating these knights would be easy for her, but merely making them so terrified with a single glance was truly hard to fathom.
Moreover, she had faintly sensed a trace of the "Dao" in Brando's attack. His skill was almost indistinguishable from the Dao—the lifelong pursuit of every swordsman. The Heaven-Man Realm was easy enough to enter, but across all of Jiufeng, only a handful of grandmasters could achieve the Sword of Extremity.
Brando had no idea what the little girl behind him was thinking. Otherwise, he would certainly have marveled at her talent. To sense his domain while possessing the strength of Element Manifestation was not something that could be described as ordinary comprehension.
He had indeed not merely released his presence earlier. Otherwise, the idea of driving enemies back through presence alone—or even the legendary killing intent—would exist only in the imagination.