It tore a cut in his expensive, custom-made Italian suit.
Immediately, a piercing murderous intent followed close behind.
Suddenly, turning around, his hands precisely caught the sharp sword from behind, surging with killing intent.
With a clang, the sword vibrated uneasily, unable to withstand the pressure from the Inner Strength on both sides.
Looking at the sword's owner, Long Xuanye froze for a moment, then a hint of pain washed over his eyes.
"You want to kill me?"
Xia Weibao's brows furrowed deeply, and a fierce killing intent erupted from her body, "If I don't kill you now, should I keep you around for the New Year?"
With that, her murderous aura intensified, her grip loosened on the sword, and under the pressure of Inner Strength, the sword handle hummed agitatedly, the blade starting to spin uneasily.
Long Xuanye was forced to let go with two fingers, Xia Weibao seized the chance to grasp the longsword tightly and thrust it forward fiercely.
