Just as the dagger sank into Zhao Yongxin's thigh, his entire leg suddenly weakened, and with a thud, he collapsed to one knee on the ground, blood gushing from his thigh, looking extremely gruesome.
The intense pain in his thigh caused veins to bulge on his forehead, his face contorting in agony, resembling a wounded beast.
"You see, the evidence is right in front of you."
Seeing Zhao Yongxin half-kneeling on the ground, Lu Yu spoke coldly, "In my eyes, you are like an ant that I can crush at any moment I wish!"
With those words, the veins on Lu Yu's palm bulged out, and razor-sharp nails slowly extended, looking extremely terrifying against the backdrop of the night.
Zhao Yongxin was completely shocked upon seeing the transformation in Lu Yu's hand, unable to fathom the terrifying appearance it had taken.
Their hands seemed like the claws of a beast, instilling a sense of dread at first glance.
"What—what are you?"
