Butterfly's pupils contracted. The composure on her face vanished, replaced by shock and utter disbelief.
She turned sideways on pure instinct, trying to identify the source of the threat. But all she saw was a figure radiating immense killing intent, appearing before her in a flash—at a speed far beyond human limits!
'Too fast! So fast she couldn't activate any of her pre-set defenses. She couldn't even form a single coherent thought!'
Wu Liangchen's eyes were cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.
He had only one goal: to kill Butterfly!
He shot out his right hand, fingers held together like a blade. With an aura that could shred anything in his path, he thrust straight for Butterfly's throat!
He poured nearly all of his strength into the strike. His fingertips even began to glow faintly red from the intense friction with the air.
"You—!"
