Yang Zhilu, who had been gathering strength for a long time, had been waiting for this moment! Her slender, jade-like finger, as sharp as the finest sword in the world, thrust straight at Luo Xiu's throat!
Seeing Yang Zhilu suddenly launch a counter-attack, Hua Muyan's face paled in shock, and she desperately dashed toward Luo Xiu. "Master, be careful!"
If Luo Xiu died, she would die too. She naturally didn't want to die now. Although she had been reduced to Luo Xiu's maid, he hadn't actually mistreated her. He had given her the dignity and respect she deserved, so she had no desire to die.
Just as she thought Luo Xiu was done for, she saw Yang Zhilu suddenly freeze, as if time itself had stopped.
Luo Xiu casually reached out and caught Yang Zhilu's finger. "Your petty tricks are meaningless in the face of absolute strength," he said indifferently.
