Liu Yehua shouted with a voice that seemed to tear the silk: "Wu Qu, don't be arrogant! In front of me, you can't even think about harming my brothers!"
This shout was like thunder bursting on a flat ground, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time.
Liu Yehua's saber techniques were incomparably fierce; every slash carried the momentum of thunder, the saber light flashing, dazzling the eyes.
Upon seeing this, Wu Qu's anger burned even hotter, like a powder keg ignited.
His eyes were red, as if spewing fire, and the tobacco pouch in his hand swung even more swiftly, bringing forth a roaring wind that was akin to a storm wrapped in rain.
He cursed: "Liu Yehua, you ignorant beast, how dare you stop me! Today, I'll make sure you perish here alongside Liao Pei!" With that, he deployed the "Wind and Thunder Acupoint Technique," his figure ghostly and evasive, with the tobacco pouch in his hand like a nimble snake, directly targeting Liu Yehua's key points.
