Rage stripped Ruan Yuan's tone of its previous respect and restraint, replacing it with an unyielding hardness that sounded more like an order.
Fortunately, Gu Jingzhao's greatest virtue was obedience. He did not distinguish between high and low, noble and humble. So long as he deemed someone trustworthy, if they spoke, he would do as told without asking questions.
Be it seduction arts or bewitching arts, techniques that disturbed the mind always worked best the first time—when the target was wholly unguarded and most easily caught. Thus, the one Ruan Yuan wanted him to strike could naturally only be the burly demonic cultivator wielding the blade before them.
Gu Jingzhao closed his eyes, spiritual power whirling rapidly through his body. He could clearly sense the burly man raising his black iron saber and bringing it down toward Ruan Yuan's head once more.
The heavy saber was lifted high, a cruel smile hanging on his face. Clearly, he did not regard the two weak prey before him as worthy of notice.
The next instant, Gu Jingzhao opened his eyes. His gaze passed through the chaotic gusts stirred by the saber and met the burly man's eyes with perfect precision in midair.
It lasted only an instant.
A faint, faint layer of silver light flickered in the depths of Gu Jingzhao's pupils, like moonlight falling upon a lake before vanishing in a flash. Invisible ripples spread from between his brows, slipping soundlessly into the burly man's eyes.
The burly demonic cultivator's eyes abruptly widened. His pupils suddenly scattered, and black mist collapsed away from the edges of his sockets. The savage expression on his face seemed to have been wiped away in one stroke, his features softening, slackening, even taking on a trace of bewilderment.
The raised saber stopped in midair.
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