“Don’t you dare!” Lu Jianyao glared at Yang Ye like a furious lioness.

Yang Ye chuckled and said, “Miss Lu, do you think you’re a match for me? To put it bluntly, what could you possibly do to me if I had ill intent towards you?”

Lu Jianyao’s expression changed when she heard this, and then her sword swished over to her own neck as she said, “If… if you dare to humiliate me… then… then I’ll rather die than let you succeed!”

Yang Ye was stunned. So ...