Mu Ruyue's gaze grew icy as she looked towards the pallid face of Third Young Master Xiao, "I already said that anyone who dares to touch my elder brother will only meet one fate!"
And that is—death!
The heart of Third Young Master Xiao trembled. If even Yao Jing and his men couldn't escape disaster, how could he possibly expect these people to spare him?
It's over...
It's completely over now.
Why did he have to hand over the man of the Yao Family's legitimate daughter to others?
The elders of the Xiao Family subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
They had yet no intention of becoming enemies with the Yao Family.
As for this Third Young Master Xiao, they just let him fend for himself...
Mu Ruyue's hand touched the hilt of her sword, and with a whoosh, she drew it. The longsword swept through the air, creating a whirlwind that fiercely tossed Third Young Master Xiao out.
Bang!
His body crashed onto a table, instantly splitting it in half.
Spurt!
