C51 A Small Gift!

Liu Longxun felt the sharp wind from the sword's energy, like a blade slicing past his face, making his heart race with fear. He dared not move recklessly, but shouted, "Ho Liao, trapping me like this—what kind of hero are you? If you've got the guts, let me out for a fair fight!"

"Is your face made of stone?" Fann Wenting mocked. "This is just the first move from my husband