"My true regret will be allowing you to escape!" Lu Tingchen replied coldly as he blocked all escape routes for the woman in black.
The woman was slightly enraged. "You're just like your damned father!"
Lu Tingchen was taken aback. "You know my father?"
"I don't." The voice of the woman in black turned colder, but one could vaguely tell there was frustration in her tone.
Lu Tingchen felt something was a little off, but he did not pause in his movements. Each stroke of the battle was powerful and decisive. The woman in black, however, seemed to be holding back. Moreover, she was carrying someone, and she was forced to move back following each strike.
"You rascal. Would you believe that I'll kill her right now if you continue acting so stubbornly?" The woman in black decided to press her sword against Ji Linghui's neck.
Fear crossed Ji Linghui's eyes. The pain on her neck scared her so much, her body and mind were trembling simultaneously.
