"I really didn't expect the Lus to produce such mediocre talents," Liu Xueling shook her head in disappointment.
"What do you mean?" Lu Zhuang's face darkened.
"In my eyes, the Lus should be represented by the likes of Lu Shaochen and Lu Fenghua, individuals of extraordinary grace and talent," Liu Xueling gazed up at the sky and continued, "Every man of the Lus should wholeheartedly pursue the Martial Dao, rather than being cowards who bully the kind and fear the wicked, and lust after women. I never imagined that upon Lu Fenghua's death, the Lus would degrade so drastically."
"Nonsense!" Lu Zhuang roared in fury, "Demoness, watch as I tear apart your bewitching and misleading mouth."
Provoked by Liu Xueling, Lu Zhuang immediately swung his arms and charged fiercely towards her.
His fists shone brilliantly as he executed a set of the Lu family Palm Technique, smooth as flowing water.
"Not enough," Liu Xueling shook her head.
Bang!