Charles gripped his golden sword, his thoughts racing as he weighed the pros and cons.
Gu Yao and he were acting in self-defense. Even if they went all out, they would not face legal punishment.
At that thought, Charles exchanged a knowing glance with Gu Yao and immediately realized that she had understood the same thing.
Without saying a word, they both intended to use this act of self-defense to eliminate Gu Yu, this formidable enemy.
As long as they could hold out until the patrolling Curial Deacons arrived, no matter how arrogant Gu Yu was, she would not dare act recklessly.
Having weighed the stakes, Charles decisively swung his sword. Yet Gu Yu, utterly unafraid, had already launched her attack.
A Snowstorm suddenly rose, coiling like a wandering dragon as it hurtled toward the two of them. Everything in its path was left in ruins.
"Danger!" Charles's heart tightened as he sensed the swift and violent charge of the Snow Dragon.
He wanted to dodge, but the Snow Dragon seemed to have already locked onto him.
No matter how Charles evaded, even if he fled onto the street outside the shop, he could not break free.
With no other choice, he aimed at the Snow Dragon rushing toward him and slashed out. Golden sword energy whistled forth, barely fending off the Snow Dragon before him.
Feeling the terrifying impact, Charles's arms holding both swords trembled violently.
Compared to him, who could still barely resist, Gu Yao beside him was in a far more miserable state.
Simply resisting the snowman army had already left her gasping for breath.
When she saw a snowman thrust a spear at her, Gu Yao hurriedly waved the paper fan in her hand.
The same snowy winds and ice spikes surged from around her, stabbing