Lu Xiao swept his cold eyes over the sharp bottle in the man's hand and said in an extremely chilling tone, "I don't care who you are! Whatever you are, you can't leave here today!"
Upon hearing this, the man became enraged. His face twisted malevolently as he wielded the bottle and charged forward with a roar, "I think you're asking for death!"
Yet, just when the sharp bottle was about to stab Lu Xiao's face, he suddenly raised his hand and firmly grasped the man's wrist.
The jagged shards were no more than half a palm away from his face.
The man's arm instantly stiffened, unable to move, his face turned an ashen shade of iron as he struggled, but he only felt that this man's strength was terrifyingly great, rendering him completely immobile!
Gradually, his complexion turned even paler as Lu Xiao slowly pressed his arm backward, twisting it into a grotesque arc—
"Ah, ah stop! It hurts, it hurts, stop—!" he screamed in agony.
