The handsome young man said coldly, "Kill me if you want! I will never do such things. You must be that lecherous bastard, brazen beyond measure and arrogant to the extreme. How could I possibly let Jiu'er come here and fall into the hands of someone like you?"
Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised that the handsome young man had guessed his identity at once. He gave a light laugh and said, "But with your status and talent, it's impossible for you to be with her. Why not hand her over to me and gain some benefits?"
The young man said coldly, "Hmph! I'm not your kind of person. I like Jiu'er, and I'm willing to give everything for her—even die for her. If you truly loved her, perhaps I would bless you two, but what are you? You're a lecherous thief, a vile villain. All you do is toy with and violate women, never caring about their feelings. I am ashamed of people like you."
Zhao Fu felt somewhat angered. He raised his hand and swung it fiercely, sending out a streak of sword light that chopped off the young man's arm.
The young man endured the pain as blood continuously poured from his severed arm. His eyes stared icily at Zhao Fu. "I advise you to kill me quickly. I will not work for you, and your scheme will not succeed."
Zhao Fu gave a cold laugh, stepped forward, and picked up the severed arm. He then poured some spiritual medicine over the young man's wound to heal it. "Now that I have your arm, that will do. If she truly loves you, she should come here regardless of everything."
The young man realized the problem as well and cursed furiously, "You scum! You beast! If you dare do