Zhu Yuxian trembled slightly, the edge flashed, and a bloodstain appeared on Lu Chengfeng's neck, with crimson blood seeping out.
Lu Chengfeng let out a cold laugh: "Continue, either you kill me with a sword... If you don't make a move, then I'll tell you..."
He stared into Zhu Yuxian's eyes intently, enunciating each word: "As long as I see you, I'll defile you. You're delicious; I enjoyed it last night. I will continue to enjoy you. You can't escape."
Zhu Yuxian was nearly driven mad with anger. She had never encountered someone so shameless, who could utter such vile and disgraceful words with such unwavering confidence.
But she couldn't bring herself to act. If she genuinely wanted to kill him, she would've done so with one strike; there was no need for all this idle talk.
Lu Chengfeng, seeing her trembling with rage, flicked his fingers and directly knocked the treasure sword from Zhu Yuxian's hand, sending it clattering to the ground.
