Wu Tianxiong's whole body trembled, clenching his fists tightly, staring at Han Yan with eyes that seemed to spit fire.
Feeling his endless anger, hatred, and resentment, Han Yan turned her head to meet his gaze with no fear.
"Good, good," Wu Tianxiong said with a livid face, sitting heavily.
At that moment, he wished he could kill Han Yan on the spot, crush her into meat paste, but he knew he couldn't do that. It was a fair duel between swordsmen, and if he forcibly intervened, not only would the Zue Family disagree, but even the various aristocratic families and commoners would not consent.
Still, this vendetta must be avenged; Han Yan must die!
Seeing Wu Tianxiong's endurance, Han Yan was somewhat disappointed. Earlier, when she mercilessly wounded Jing Jianjue, she had intended to provoke Wu Tianxiong.
