Feeling the genuine murderous intent from Yang Zhilu, Luo Xiu cursed inwardly. His survival instinct immediately kicked in, driving his body into action.
He leaned back abruptly, simultaneously striking Yang Zhilu's side with his elbow!
Unexpectedly, the next moment, his back met an unusually soft sensation.
But he had no time to dwell on that. Seizing the moment Yang Zhilu recoiled in pain, he pulled free and fled, running quickly toward the camp.
With his current strength, he had no problem dealing with Grandmaster Realm Martial Artists thanks to his formidable Physical Body. However, facing a Sky List Strong One like Yang Zhilu head-on was no different from seeking death.
"Son of a bitch, go to hell!"
Feeling the pressure still lingering on her chest, Yang Zhilu's lovely face flushed red as she cursed in fury.
