You Should Be Glad It Wasn't You Who Did It
Lu Feng strode toward Hu Tianmao.
"Who knocked my disciple off the cliff?"
Grief had left his voice somewhat hoarse and low.
Hu Tianmao looked at Lu Feng's darkened face and felt that hawk-like gaze fixed squarely on him. A chill instantly shot up from the soles of his feet.
With just one look, he had already suffered a crushing defeat in terms of bearing.
Once his bearing weakened, fear followed in his heart. He shouted tremblingly, "If you dare take another step forward, I—I'll kill her!"
He actually used Xue Zier as a hostage.
Lu Feng merely cast Xue Zier a cold glance. "Do you think I care whether an unrelated person lives or dies?"
"You!" Hu Tianmao flew into a rage and thrust his blade toward Xue Zier's neck, intending to kill Xue Lang's sister first to vent his fury before fighting with all his strength.
At the sight, Xue Zier's face instantly turned deathly pale. Her usual fawning pleas and bewitching arts vanished entirely from her mind as she fell into complete despair.
The blade flashed, its cold edge pressing against her skin...
The palpitations of death made Xue Zier unable to breathe, and her entire body stiffened.
Very soon, a warm sensation touched her fair neck.
Xue Zier understood. It was the blood spraying forth from her pierced throat.
Strange, why doesn't it hurt at all?
Xue Zier's heart trembled. Could it be that when a person was about to die, they could not feel pain?
Clang~
Suddenly, the sharp clatter of metal striking the ground rang out.
Xue Zier opened her eyes in startled confusion, only to see Hu Tianmao stumbling backward behind her, his face filled with shock and terror.
The hand that had