"You!"
In a fit of rage, Luo's Fourth Young Miss drew a whip from her waist and whipped it at Feng Jiu. "Believe it or not, I'll kill you now!"
The sharp sound of the whip pierced through the air accompanied by the crisp slashing wind. This sudden scene surprised everyone. But, when the Luo clan's people screamed and wanted to block it, they saw that the figure in azure had already dodged with the child in her arms.
"Aah!"
With a cry of pain, Luo's Fourth Young Miss who lashed her whip earlier suddenly bent her knees. When she tried to stand up, her knees buckled and she fell down. Feng Jiu, meanwhile, stood aside and looked at Zhou Junyue and the old man. "Don't we want to settle accounts with Patriarch Luo? Let's go!"
"Go, go." With this, the old man strode out. Zhuo Junyue followed and Feng Jiu also walked out.
