Lu Qingxue's Sword Dao skill was absolutely enough to rank among the Sword Dao Grandmasters.
Those who practiced Sword Dao year-round had wrist strength far beyond that of ordinary people.
Thus, when Lu Qingxue threw the wine cup expressionlessly, almost no one present could react in time.
The heart of Sword Dao emphasized clearing obstacles ruthlessly and pressing forward determinedly!
And the icy Lu Qingxue was never one for many words.
The stemware whizzed through the air like a bolt of lightning, flying straight toward Sayar's face.
This time, Lu Qingxue showed no mercy.
Whether the opponent lived or died depended on their own ability.
Still bearing that creepy smile, Sayar remained unusually calm, while the giant Li Dou retained his goofy grin.
However...
No one noticed that Mu Fan, who was selectively ignored by others, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The majority had not seen clearly, but he had seen everything distinctly.
