Lu Ren's longsword was raised high, the pitch-black sword light resembling the scythe of the Grim Reaper, ready to claim his life.

"No..."

Xu Sanjia felt the impending sword strike, his face changing drastically as a wave of deathly aura washed over him.

Lu Ren showed no mercy; whether the sword fell or not, he would face the same consequences. Since that was the case, he would naturally eliminate all threats in their cradle.