At this moment, Lu Yao's body was pulsing with dim blue electric arcs, closely pursuing Yu Yanmei.
He even transmitted a teasing message, "Stop resisting and gracefully accept your loss."
Yu Yanmei kept a cold face and turned a deaf ear.
With her beauty, recognized as the foremost beauty in the previous generation of martial artists, countless prodigal sons had sought her affection since she made her appearance.
She had to admit, the one currently on her tail was indeed the most troublesome and formidable of them all.
But Yu Yanmei refused to give up at any cost!
Not only because losing would entail paying an embarrassing price.
Hearing that her little man had tampered with the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Sect, she became inexplicably very angry, as if someone had bitten off a piece of her favorite candied hawthorn from childhood.
Thinking of this, Yu Yanmei felt a surge of anger and swung her precious sword in a few retaliatory slashes at Lu Yao.
