"Can you still wield a sword?" Lu Bo stood before Fei Bin and whispered softly.
Fei Bin, his face pale but determined, halted the flow of blood, gritting his teeth as he replied coldly, "My left hand may be severed, but it's not a significant issue."
"Very well, prepare for battle then!"
"Once Yue Hou and the others arrive, it will be their demise!"
Lu Bo, his patience now exhausted, declared firmly.
Firstly, Mingyue, this woman, was of utmost importance; she must be brought back.
Secondly, the matter of Fei Bin's hand being severed must be addressed; this debt cannot be unsettled.
"Prepare for battle?"
"You seem to be under a misunderstanding!"
"The word 'battle'..."
"You are not worthy of it yet!"
In Zhu Youji's hands, the Heaven Asking Sword spun gracefully, emitting a dazzling light.
Zhu Youji made a move.
Swift!
Incredibly swift!
His figure danced, ethereal as a deity!
Like a dragon, his form shifted, leaving behind an endless trail!