But how could Yan An ever get close to Yan Wanqing? He had barely rushed towards her when Huai Yu pushed him away with a palm.
"Second master, stay calm."
By now, Yan An was utterly deranged, shouting loudly, "How can you expect me to stay calm! Look at what she has done!"
She personally ended his lineage with a sword!
Looking at Yan Minsheng, who was kneeling on the ground wailing in agony, Yan An's eyes were filled with venom.
"I must kill her, I will definitely kill her!" As he said this, he began to look around for anything he could use as a weapon—picking up branches and stones, only to put them down again, and finally seizing a wooden stick from a servant's hand, he charged towards Yan Wanqing.
The result was obvious. Yan An, a corpulent middle-aged man, naturally was no match for Huai Yu. She kicked away the stick with one foot and then struck him directly in the chest with a palm, knocking him to the ground.
