Curse

The greatsword was swung downwards, slashing Jeanne before Kieran's eyes.

He didn't show any mercy because to him, Jeanne was nothing more than an enemy.

The best way to deal with his enemies was death.

Wuuuu!

[Arrogant Word] brewed up the wind of death and slashed down at Jeanne, but the slash was different than usual, it didn't cut its enemy in half.

A grayish white radiance emitting from Jeanne's body, blocking the dark red sharp edge.

The radiance wasn't a solid force, more like a soft one, but the soft and strange radiance was dispersing the force of [Arrogant Word], resisting the sharp edge from reaching its target.

Kieran raised a brow and then raised his greatsword. He swung down another time, with a more powerful slash.

Wuuu!

However, the grayish white radiance appeared once more and blocked the second slash.

At the same time, the grayish white radiance started to disperse and turned into mist from the mountains, spreading out together with the breeze.