Just as Lu Tianji was about to speak, a bright light flashed, and a frigidness entered his throat as if was being frozen, preventing him from uttering a sound.
His reaction was fast, and he instinctively retreated before raising his head.
"Thunk!" Chu Li pulled out the sword and likewise took a step back, drawing the tip of the sword out of Lu Tianji's Dantian.
Chu Li took a step back and lightly flicked the sword. The sword flashed cruelly under the sun as he returned it to its sheath before calmly turning to look at Lu Tianji.
Lu Tianji grasped his abdomen with eyes wide open.
"You!" Hu Huarong fiercely slammed the stone table.
"Bam!" Cracks spread across the stone table before it collapsed into a heap.
Hu Huarong glared viciously at Chu Li, his body trembling in anger.