Chapter 466 Who Is He?
Fajar's smile slowly faded, replaced by a stern, icy aura.

"Are all Lindorm cultivators so proud? You should expect some surprises if you want to test your skills. You don't agree? Or is your vision too narrow to see that? What's the big deal about the killing? Commoners' lives are disposable. Every cultivator has hundreds or thousands of body counts. You've never killed anyone?"

Fajar sneered. "You have a candidate right next to you. Why not use her for a little target practice?"

He meant Snow Aerwynn.

Snow's face was blank, her fear gone. Her spark faded as she stared at her sister's corpse.

Without parents, the sisters had only each other. Their bond and reliance were beyond what most could fathom.

"Practicing on mere mortals? That's just dull," Ashton said as he looked at Fajar.

"Really?" Fajar's eyebrows lifted in mock surprise.

"Why don't I spar with your warrior? He seems skilled with his blade, quick on his feet," Ashton said with a hint of a smirk.

The warrior's grip
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