As Lu Yu charged into the crowd, it was as though a tiger had entered a flock of sheep. His movements were countless times faster than those around him, appearing startlingly abrupt at a glance!
Buzz!
In that moment, with a deep sound of a blade cutting through the air, a man dressed in white wielding a cleaver struck down from behind Lu Yu with lethal speed, casting a chilling gleam, conveying a sense of grim decisiveness and slaughter.
Sensing the deep sound of breaking wind, Lu Yu's eyes flashed with cold light. With a light retreat backward, his right hand suddenly flicked upward!
"Let go!"
Without even looking, Lu Yu uttered in a low voice, carrying a sharp edge.
Upon hearing this, the man's lips moved as if to say something, but before he could speak, he felt a pain in his wrist, causing him to involuntarily release his grip on the cleaver!
The cleaver in his hand instantly slipped free!
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
