Down below, they watched as Yan Kui stood facing her two adversaries, flanked by her corps of followers.
The young woman's poise remained relaxed, unruffled, though the cultivators arrayed behind her exuded an overwhelming aura of sharpness and irresistible dominance. Their postures were ramrod straight, towering, and unyielding like rows of divine spears driven into the earth, while their steel-edged gazes alone could cut through anything in their paths.
One of the rival factions seemed comprised of terrifying individuals whose very presence inspired dread and disquiet. Though physically beautiful, their cold sneers and callous deportment exuded a sinister, ominous aura the likes of which could send even Heavenly Venerates into states of unease.