"Big brother, no—" The expression on Lu Liangwei's face changed as she reached out to grab the sword.
Long Yang was alarmed and he quickly pulled her hand away.
Lu Hetian went green with anger as he roared, "You rascal, that's your mother…"
He wanted to run forward to block that swing of the sword, but his movements were slowed by the stab wound on his chest.
Madam Lin snorted coldly as her head bent backward, evading his lethal swing of the sword.
However, the sharp energy of the sword still managed to slice off a portion of her hair.
Lu Tingchen was stunned upon hearing Lu Hetian's roar. He wanted to pull back his sword, but it was too late.
When he saw Madam Lin averting the attack, his handsome face had already turned pale-white from the shock. His face was covered in sweat as he stared blankly at Madam Lin.