A short sword flew through the air, landing a few feet away, followed by a person rolling across the ground.
"Ah, fuck you! You almost killed me!" the noble captain shouted, his face burning with fury as he lowered his fist. If he had been a second later, his neck would have been cut, and blood would have sprayed everywhere.
Some of the onlookers immediately rushed toward the fallen middle-aged woman. However, the silver-armored guards were faster, kicking, punching, and slicing at those who tried to help with their swords.
Screams echoed as those who tried to assist had no choice but to retreat. They could only stare helplessly at Miss Millie.
"You'll regret that, bitch!" The captain glared at the woman coldly, his killing intent flaring. He walked toward her, releasing his cultivation pressure.