"If you continue to stop me, I will kill you!"
Jian Wushuang said coldly and his voice reverberated in the Purple Virtue Hall.
The talented disciples and family members of the experts from the Lin Mansion looked over at Jian Wushuang, confused.
Lin Tao was breaking out in a cold sweat. From his forehead, a few strands of hair fell towards the ground.
These few strands of hair would not drop to the ground for no reason at all. Jian Wushuang had cut them off in that instant.
If Jian Wushuang had wanted to, he could have chopped off Lin Tao's head.
"Did I almost die? How can this be? This kid?" Lin Tao was trembling as he stared dead at Jian Wushuang.He was in disbelief.
"Junior Brother!" The man in black clothes looked at Lin Tao and turned pale. He instinctively reached out towards the sword that was behind his back.
Suddenly, a cold pair of eyes looked at him. Rays of killing intent were seen in the pair of eyes.
