Blossoms in Crimson Storms

"Do you know who I am?"

"I'm not interested."

In the martial world, it is said that one should never reveal their blade carelessly.

Vera knew this adage well.

She had no intention of exposing her level by flaunting her Sword energy.

Her opponent still didn't seem to know who she was.

Gripping the hilt of the Falling Blossom Sword, she let her inner energy surge through her slender arm and wrist.

The Black dragon awakened in her core, coursing through her Eight Meridians.

Precisely controlled, her energy filled the blade only as much as she desired.

Soon, the Falling Blossom Sword began to hum with a clear, resonant tone.

It was the sound of a Sword Cry, a hallmark of a martial artist who had reached the pinnacle of the First-Class Realm.

"Ho… That's a fine Sword Cry. It's been a while since I've heard one like that."

"This is the Fiery Blade clan's territory. Leave at once."