Li Ang shook his head, lifted the lamp post, and pointed it at Lu Gui on the second floor. "Throughout my life, I, King Han, have never had to explain my actions to anyone."
Before he finished speaking, Li Ang had already hurled the lamp post like a javelin. The jagged, broken iron tip of the post tore through the air like a blade, speeding towards Lu Gui.
Terrified, Lu Maodian and Lu Maocai had no time to react before Lu Gui grasped the Wooden Long Stick with both hands and slammed it hard onto the floor.
A Gale, driven by Mana, erupted from the Wooden Long Stick and shot outwards, colliding head-on with the flying lamp post. It barely altered the metal post's trajectory, sending it smashing into the wall behind the three men.
CLANG!
The tip of the lamp post, like a spearhead, embedded itself deep into the concrete wall, its end still vibrating and buzzing loudly.
The spray of dislodged stone hit Lu Gui's back, nearly causing the old man to stumble.
