"You're right, husband." Ye Qingcheng found Chen Mu's words perfectly reasonable and was willing to take them to heart.
She withdrew the foot she had stepped forward with before her heel could touch the ground, her expression utterly unruffled. She paid Li Wushuang no heed whatsoever.
"You bastard! How dare you be so arrogant! Let's see just how capable you really are!"
Having heard every last word Chen Mu said, Li Wushuang flew into a rage and quickened his steps.
If he could cut off Chen Mu's head a second sooner, he would not waste that second.
His heart brimmed with fury, waiting to be unleashed.
He sneered inwardly, I can't afford to offend the Illusory Immortal Sect, but surely I can kill a few flesh-and-blood mortals like you?
"Stop!" When Li Yao saw Li Wushuang flash forward in a single step, coming within three or four paces of Chen Mu and thrusting his sword, she immediately moved to stop him.
Unfortunately, Li Wushuang's movement technique was simply too fast. By the time Li Yao reacted, his blade was already bearing down on Chen Mu's throat, mere inches away!
Li Yao's heart sank. She knew it was already too late. This thrust would undoubtedly kill Chen Mu.
She could only blame herself for not reacting sooner, allowing that despicable scoundrel Li Wushuang to find a crack to slip his needle through.
Bang! Boom!
Plop!
The very next second, as Li Yao was thinking this, her vision was suddenly flooded with blood-red, and several drops of something sticky splashed onto her face.
A faint smell of blood drifted into her nose on the breeze, steadily growing stronger.
Li Yao wiped her face, then held her hand away from it. Her pupils contracted slightly. She could clearly see that what stained her