"You brat, I've had enough of you for a long time. Die!"
With an enraged shout, Murong Fu whipped the Peach Blossom Fan in his hand toward Luo Bai like lightning, its sweeping surface stirring up a fierce gust.
Luo Bai's gaze turned cold. He darted aside, swiftly evading the strike, while his right hand shot out like an eagle's talon and seized the Peach Blossom Fan Murong Fu had swung at him.
Murong Fu felt his grip tighten. He tried to pull the Peach Blossom Fan back, only to find it held as though in iron pincers, utterly immovable.
Shock filled him. Luo Bai was actually this strong!
Before he could devise a response, however, the axe blade in Luo Bai's right hand slashed viciously toward his neck like a venomous snake.
The clawing strike was as fast as lightning. Murong Fu had no time to dodge and could only watch the sharp axe blade draw ever closer to his throat.
At the brink of death, countless thoughts flashed through Murong Fu's mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to abandon the Peach Blossom Fan to save his life.
With a flick of his wrist, he released the Peach Blossom Fan and used the recoil to retreat swiftly.
Yet, fast as his reaction was, Luo Bai was faster. His right hand pursued Murong Fu relentlessly, moving like a phantom.
"Slash!"
With a faint sound, Luo Bai's axe blade still tore across Murong Fu's left arm. Blood immediately gushed from the wound like a spring.
"Ah! My arm!"
Murong Fu screamed, clutching his wounded left arm, his face contorted in pain.
"All bark and no bite, you worthless fool. Die!"
Luo Bai did not stop there. His attacks came like a raging storm, giving Murong Fu no chance