Yan Ruobing, the Luo Sect's holy maiden, had fair, delicate cheeks and bright eyes, her small mouth and thin lips lightly pressed together.
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Raphael smiled appreciatively, feeling that traditional clothing really did bring out the beauty of Eastern women.
Yan Ruobing naturally sensed his invasive gaze. A cold gleam flashed through her eyes, but she quickly answered with a smile. "This way, Your Excellency."
She could certainly tell that Raphael was only at the late stage of the mortal realm. For him to dare look at her so brazenly, he surely had to be someone out of the ordinary.
Little did she know that Raphael was scarcely different from a lunatic and had no fear of holy maidens whatsoever.
Raphael stepped out of the carriage with an air of complete ease. The moment his feet touched the ground, a length of red silk appeared beneath them.
Yan Ruobing held the other end of the silk. With a gentle tug, she brought them both leaping up into a tall tree.
To Raphael, it was a marvelous sensation, as though some force were supporting him and carrying him into the air.
Standing on a fork in the tree, Yan Ruobing glanced behind her. Bright flowers suddenly bloomed on the surrounding trees, stirring slightly as they scattered colorful pollen.
The Dark Hut disciples still struggling to fight below immediately began foaming at the mouth. They fell to the ground, convulsing, and within a few breaths, every one of them was dead.
Their corpses turned black all over. They had actually been poisoned to death.
The Ironclad Army soldiers, however, were completely unaffected, as though they were already dead.
Raphael remarked, "What an efficient way to kill people."
Yan Ruobing glanced at Raphael and found not a trace of fear