Lu Yu's words were filled with coldness, and as he stretched out his hand, Marcus respectfully handed a bright samurai sword to him.
"Do you know?"
Looking at the bright samurai sword in his hand, Lu Yu lightly caressed the blade with his finger, his eyes deepening as he gazed at Jin Qingyun who was kneeling before his parents' grave. Coldly, he said, "Before you, I used this very samurai sword to sever Gu Shengzhe's head in the same spot."
Saying this, Lu Yu paused slightly, then looked at Jin Qingyun before him and said, "Now, you too will die under this blade. Do you have anything else to say?"
In his words, Lu Yu's wrist turned slightly, and in an instant, a bright, cold gleam flashed suddenly past Jin Qingyun's eyes. This bright, cold gleam sent a chill running down Jin Qingyun's back!
For some reason, seeing the samurai sword in Lu Yu's hand made his throat tighten slightly, giving him an extreme sense of discomfort.
"Lu Yu!"
