Villainess Breaker: Raising Broken Beauties Against Destiny

The moment Elder Selvara’s voice fell, the entire courtyard became deathly silent. "Who injured my disciple?"

Her voice was calm, but the sword pressure hidden inside it made every Night Fragrance Pavilion cultivator feel as if a blade had been pressed against their throat.

Elder Brok’s expression changed immediately.

Mogo’s face also stiffened.

They were not stupid.

The moment Selvara appeared, both of them could feel how dangerous her aura was.

It was sharp, cold, and terrifyingly pure, like a sword that had already cut through countless lives.

Even Elder Brok, a Golden Core cultivator, felt his skin sting under her gaze.

"This woman..." Elder Brok thought, his heart sinking. "She is not ordinary."

At the same time, all the higher-ups in the city were awakened.

Inside the Heavenly Martial Pavilion, several elders suddenly opened their eyes.

Inside the Golden Medicine Pavilion, the branch experts also stood up one after another.

Even Esmeralda, who had been sitting quietly in her room, slowly walked toward the window.

She looked in the direction of Damian’s residence, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly.

The terrifying sword aura rising from that area was impossible to ignore.

Several guards behind her looked nervous. "Manager, should we go check?"

Esmeralda did not answer immediately.

Her gaze moved through the night, and with her cultivation, she soon saw where the aura was coming from. After realizing it was Damian’s residence, surprise flashed through her eyes.

The guard hesitated. "Manager?"

Esmeralda chuckled softly. "No need to go. That aura is not something we should casually approach."

She looked at Damian’s place from afar, her smile becoming deeper. "But it seems this city can no longer hold him."

After a moment, she turned away from the window. "Prepare things quietly."

The guard froze. "Prepare things?"

Esmeralda’s emerald eyes curved slightly. "It seems it is time for me to go back."

Meanwhile, back in the courtyard, Elder Selvara lowered her gaze toward Damian.

She saw the fading silver token mark in his hand, meaning this man was the one who had activated it.

She also saw that Damian was quite injured, and that made her expression turn even colder.

After all, how could she repay the favor if the person who activated the token died before she arrived?

Her gaze directly turned toward the two people who seemed to be her disciple’s enemies.

Elder Brok quickly cupped his hands. "Senior, this is a misunderstanding. We did not know he was..."

Selvara did not listen.

She directly went for the kill.

SHIIING!

A silver sword light flashed across the courtyard.

Elder Brok’s voice stopped instantly.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He tried to gather his poisonous Qi, tried to defend, tried to retreat.

But in front of that sword light, everything was useless.

A thin line appeared across his body.

The next moment, Elder Brok split apart and collapsed from the air.

A Golden Core cultivator died just like that, and this made Mogo’s face turn completely pale.

He tried to turn around and escape, but Selvara did not even look at him before sending out another sword flash.

SHIIING!

Mogo froze mid-step.

His head flew from his shoulders, and his body dropped to the ground.

The remaining Night Fragrance Pavilion cultivators trembled so hard they could barely stand.

Damian stared at the scene in silence, and for a moment, he even forgot the pain in his body because the scene was just too shocking.

Both of those people had easily pressured him, but they were killed in seconds by Elder Selvara.

Damian’s mouth twitched slightly as he looked at Elder Selvara. "Damn... so this is a real big shot."

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Elder Selvara’s gaze swept across the courtyard.

The remaining Night Fragrance Pavilion cultivators felt their souls almost leave their bodies.

They all wore similar dark clothes, so the moment Selvara saw them, she already understood they were with the two people she had just killed.

Her silver eyes became colder. "Noisy insects."

The next instant, several sword lights flashed.

SHIIING! SHIIING! SHIIING!

The cultivators did not even have time to scream.

Their bodies froze one after another before collapsing to the ground.

In only a few breaths, the entire courtyard became quiet again.

Damian looked at the clean sword marks across the ground and swallowed slightly.

"Damn..." he muttered. "That was fast."

Selvara slowly turned toward him.

Only then did Damian feel the full pressure of her gaze.

It was not killing intent, but it was still sharp enough to make his skin tighten.

Selvara looked at the broken token mark fading in his palm and asked calmly, "What is your relationship with Loren Veyr?"

Damian froze for a moment.

"Loren Veyr? Who the hell was that?"

But judging from Selvara’s expression, Damian instantly understood.

This was probably the person who had saved her life back then.

His mind turned rapidly.

He could not say he had no idea.

He also could not say he inherited it directly, because if that person was from many years ago, the timeline might not make sense.

So Damian lowered his head slightly and spoke carefully. "Elder, I cannot say I knew Senior Loren personally. The token was passed down through someone connected to him. Before that person died, he told me that if I ever faced a life-or-death crisis, I could crush it."

Selvara stared at him silently.

Damian’s back felt cold, but he forced himself to remain calm.

After a while, Selvara finally looked away. "Years have passed. It is not strange for the token to change hands."

Her voice remained cold, but the pressure around her decreased slightly. "Since you activated it, I will keep my promise."

Damian secretly sighed in relief.

Selvara continued, "Come. I will take you back to the Heavenly Sword Sect. From today onward, you will become my disciple."

Damian nodded, then quickly asked, "Elder, can I bring some people with me?"

Selvara raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"My disciples," Damian said.

Selvara looked at him strangely. "Disciples?"

Damian coughed lightly. "Yes."

Only then did he remember that he had told Violetta and Vulkara to run first, and this made him a little worried.

He did not want to waste Selvara’s time, but he also could not leave them behind.