Su Yu danced gracefully on the edge of her blade like a butterfly—seemingly within arm's reach, yet her figure remained forever untouchable.
Fiercely roaring, the Roshan soldiers charged toward Su Yu, but every single one of them ended up with a sword piercing their chest or their throat slit open.
Su Yu could not understand a single word of their gibberish—what kind of bird language were they chattering away in?
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