He Yuxiu hadn't expected these fragments to hit Lu Dongliang. Instead, she smashed the table against his body.
That move was just a feint. He Yuxiu knew Lu Dongliang could easily dodge it, and she was still planning her next move.
The next strike had to be a lethal one. In a top-tier confrontation between an Eighth Layer and a Ninth Layer cultivator, there was no such thing as a three-day, three-night battle—the outcome would be decided in the blink of an eye. If she couldn't kill Lu Dongliang with her next move, she had to be prepared to lose her life.
Unexpectedly, Lu Dongliang didn't even manage to dodge the table.
His feet were entangled in spider silk, but it only held him for a moment.
An unexpected setback! I never anticipated an ambush in my own home.
The corner of the table struck Lu Dongliang right in the chest. He took the blow head-on, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
The strength of an Eighth Layer Martial Cultivator was too great.
