Through the car window, Priscilla watched Gwen's steady figure, silver sword in hand.

Even from more than ten meters away, she could still feel the powerful pressure emanating from Gwen.

The surrounding air condensed into a thick white fog due to the cold air.

The armor shimmered with a dazzling light under the influence of the mysterious power, making Gwen's figure appear even more heroic and dashing.

Her icy aura exuded an aura of absolute justice.

Even a brief glance was enough to give Priscilla a profound and sublime aura.

This power inexplicably aroused a sense of awe in her heart.

Wow, so handsome...

Priscilla was amazed; the more she looked, the more captivating Gwen's back view became.

The initial fear was completely replaced by a strong sense of worship.

She was deeply attracted by Gwen's heroic demeanor.

Gwen's power was obvious; Priscilla could clearly feel her strength.

Compared to him, she even felt that her own father, Victor, was somewhat inferior.

Of course, Priscilla didn't mean to say that Viktor was weaker than Gwen.

Because momentum does not fully represent combat strength.

But at least, Miss Gwen is definitely much better than her.

At this moment, Gwen was already standing in front of the group of robbers.

Her long silver hair fluttered in the cold wind, her face was stern, and her eyes were sharp.

Gwen's lips moved as she faced the armed robbers.

He issued a judgment to the group of robbers before him without any emotion:

"Are you really planning to rob this carriage?"

Upon hearing this, Priscilla, who was sitting in the carriage, suddenly paused for a moment.

ah?

Isn't it obvious they're a group of robbers? Why did Miss Gwen have to ask that question?

She wanted to turn around and ask Aunt Leah if Miss Gwen was always this polite.

But Lia remained calm and showed no sign of surprise.

To Leah, Gwen's question was perfectly normal.

Gwen's sense of justice allows her to see through all lies, and her question is not a matter of politeness.

This was just one confirmation from Gwen.

Although the robbers' motives were clear, a just trial requires such a confirmation process.

So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, whether these robbers deny it or confirm it outright, it will be a no-brainer.

Gwen, with her sense of justice, would definitely kill them outright...

"Why waste words with her? Just kill her!"

No answer!?

Lia raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Why didn't these robbers give a single reason?

Did they intend to kill them all and take all the valuables?

This doesn't make sense, does it? Can't they tell that this is a Cleviner family carriage?

Even the most foolish desperado should avoid such blatant suicide.

Their actions seemed as if they were hired or manipulated, as if they were deliberately coming to their deaths.

At that moment, each of the robbers raised their long knives and approached Gwen in the center step by step.

Similarly, Gwen no longer needs to confirm their lies by answering their questions.

She slowly drew the long sword from her waist.

Then……

As increasingly thick white smoke and ice crystals swirled around the longsword, the surrounding air fell into a deathly silence.

Gwen's breath formed two puffs of white vapor, and the chill around her rose sharply, even covering the ground beneath her feet with glistening white frost.

She gripped her sword with both hands, and the white mist around her suddenly swirled and rose, as if forming a huge, pale beast behind her.

The colossal beast made of mist opened its terrifying maw, making the surrounding chill even sharper.

They began to coalesce in the air, as if transforming into countless gleaming, sharp teeth.

Gwen held her longsword horizontally in front of her, letting thick white smoke swirl around its blade.

The next second, the silver sword slashed out horizontally.

boom!

In an instant, a dense, pale sword aura shot into the sky, slicing across the empty land in front of them.

At this moment, only pale, tranquil, icy mist swirled across the sky and earth.

A hundred miles of ice rose abruptly from the ground, and countless ice crystals, transformed into sharp teeth, shot out rapidly, crashing into the boundless land.

Before the robbers who rushed toward Gwen could take their next step, they were swallowed up by the rapidly passing white mist, and their consciousness vanished instantly.

In an instant, it seemed as if the entire earth had fallen into an even deeper silence.

Even the faintest sound of the wind seemed to freeze in the cold, ceasing to flow.

After the white mist swept by, the bodies of the robbers had turned into ice sculptures.

Following the impact, countless robbers were frozen and severed.

The organs, clearly visible in pink, were exposed to the air, their surfaces covered with a thick layer of white frost.

Not a single drop of blood was found on the ground.

Their lower bodies were frozen in place by the ice, while their upper bodies crashed to the ground, their arms and necks shattered and scattered everywhere.

Ice crystals covered the surroundings, and white frost swept across the sky and earth.

The coachman, sitting in the carriage, witnessed this scene and his eyes widened like saucers.

I sat stiffly in the car, not daring to move even when I trembled.

Priscilla, who was leaning against the car window, also stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape, her face filled with astonishment.

However, his eyes, filled with surprise, also sparkled with excitement.

That's so cool!

However, no blood flowed from the corpses, which puzzled Priscilla.

In the end, Priscilla attributed this to the cold air that had frozen the blood inside the human bodies.

Only Lia didn't show much surprise; instead, she nodded slightly in satisfaction.

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