Poison Arrow Fairy, Lu Xueqi

To the awe and amazement of the three, the weapons reversed with an upgraded speed, now moving at thrice the velocity they had initially hurled them toward Lu Zhaoyou.

It happened so swiftly that their minds failed to comprehend the sequence of events.

One moment, they had launched their assault; the next, a chilling sensation pressed against their throats—the tip of a spear, lingering mere hand spans away from impaling them.

Yet, it did not strike. The weapon hung motionless, halted in midair as though restrained by an unseen force.

It was Lu Zhaoyou's will that had interfered, leaving them teetering on the edge of death but ultimately sparing their lives.

And it worked.

The sheer terror of what they had just witnessed—an instance of absolute power bending reality itself—made them grasp the 'kindness' Lu Zhaoyou had granted.