Faced with Liu Hun's words, Chu He felt utterly stifled. For so many years, no one dared to speak to him like this, but now he was keenly aware that he was out of options.
"Kid, if you have the guts, kill me right here. Otherwise, if I survive, your death will be inevitable!" Chu He gritted his teeth and looked angrily at Liu Hun.
"I don't think you'll live to see that day." Liu Hun shrugged his shoulders, his body moved in an instant, arriving right in front of Chu He. Just as Liu Hun was about to make a move, Chu He's eyes suddenly flashed with a chilling glint.
The next moment, Chu He summoned the Netherworld Sword in his palm, planning to take advantage of Liu Hun's unpreparedness to kill him. Unfortunately, at the very moment he struck, Liu Hun twisted his hand, and a dagger slid along Chu He's Netherworld Sword, deeply slicing a wound on his wrist, deep enough to expose bone.
