Tang Qingwu's longsword had already reached Lu Tao's chest. So terrified he almost pissed his pants, Lu Tao forgot to even react. 'This madwoman actually dares to kill me!'
Just as the tip of the blade was mere centimeters from Lu Tao, two fingers suddenly appeared and pinched Tang Qingwu's longsword. The blade, moments from piercing Lu Tao's body, was stopped in its tracks, unable to advance another inch.
"What do you think you're doing?" The one who stopped Tang Qingwu was, of course, Lin Yun. He couldn't just stand by and watch Lu Tao be run through with a sword.
Tang Qingwu raged, while Lu Tao was overjoyed. Looking at Lin Yun, Lu Tao said, choked with gratitude, "Brother Lin, thank you so much. I, Lu Tao, will remember this favor for the rest of my life."
At these words, Lin Yun gave a slight, devilish smile. 'He might escape death, but he won't escape punishment. And if you're going to put on an act, you have to commit to it.'
