Seeing Wu Xin attack without a moment's hesitation, drawing her katana to strike at Luo Xiu's neck, even Su Shenyun was startled. By the time she recovered and prepared to stop Wu Xin, she saw that the blade had already reached Luo Xiu's neck. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with shock.
The private room fell dead silent.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Luo Xiu's face, all of them wearing expressions of utter disbelief. Wu Xin's blade had stopped just half a centimeter from Luo Xiu's neck, unable to advance another millimeter, as if time itself had frozen.
This wasn't because Wu Xin had stopped in time; it was because Luo Xiu had caught the blade between two fingers of his right hand. That seemingly casual pinch was filled with a terrifying power that Wu Xin couldn't resist. No matter how much force she applied, the blade wouldn't budge.
