Seeing the sofa rolling towards him, Lu Ren gently shook his wrist, and the light Feiyan Sword in his hand shimmered under the dim light, splitting the sofa directly in half.
Having completed this series of actions in the blink of an eye, Lu Ren did not pause for a moment. His arm muscles suddenly swelled, and the muscles of his shoulders, neck, and back were extraordinarily pronounced.
At this moment, Yang Zan had already darted out, intending to grab the longsword hanging on the wall. It was too late to shout for help now. His whole body was tense, and if he relaxed even a little, causing a slight delay, he would find himself in an extremely dangerous situation.
