Upon hearing Sima Lingyun's words, Lu Tianxing replied bluntly, "I'm not threatening you, I'm telling you. If anything happens to my woman, I can't guarantee what I'll do. By then, if Beijing is turned into a river of blood, it won't have anything to do with me."
"Judge, you're being reckless. Do you think you can act recklessly in Beijing?"
"You can test whether I dare or not."
"Do you believe I'll kill you?"
"Can you really kill me?"
In an instant, Sima Lingyun and Lu Tianxing were at each other's throats, their auras erupted, colliding in mid-air. The sofa and coffee table beside them were torn apart instantly by the clash of overwhelming killing intent and sword intent. Neither side yielded.
As they were locked in a fierce standoff, refusing to back down, a sudden sound of footsteps emerged from outside. Lu Tianxing and Sima Lingyun exchanged glances and sneered coldly, their auras gradually dissipating.
