This punch carried the short, fat man’s formidable power. If it landed, Mu Bingling stood no chance of survival!
But just as the punch was about to land, a dark figure flashed past as silently as a specter in the night...
TCH...
An almost inaudible tearing sound came from the short, fat man’s elbow. The Primordial Power erupting from his fist instantly dissipated, as if a tsunami-ravaged coastline had fallen abruptly silent. The short, fat man and Mu Bingling both froze. The atmosphere was utterly bizarre.
"Huh?"
His savage laughter died in his throat. The short, fat man stared at his own powerful fist in utter bewilderment. But as he stood there in confusion, a wave of excruciating pain shot through him.
"ARGH!!!"
A blood-curdling scream ripped from his lips as large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. He moved to clutch the source of the pain, only to discover that a part of his arm was gone!
Indeed, the short, fat man’s arm had been severed at the elbow. The stark white of the bone and the clean cross-section of the cut were plain to see as blood gushed out like a fountain. He instinctively clamped his left hand over the stump of his right arm, trying this primitive method to staunch the flow, completely forgetting that he was a powerful Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor.
"Brother!!"
The tall, thin man who had been standing beside him instantly leaped into action. A layer of gentle Primordial Power sealed the wound at the stump, finally stopping the bleeding. At the same time, both he and his brother realized that a figure in white, holding a massive black Giant Fan, had appeared beside them at some unknown point.
The figure was slender and dressed in white, a black box strapped to his back. A waist-length, ice-blue ponytail danced in the wind. His eyes were shut, yet they seemed to be fixed upon the two of them.
"Chen..."
Seeing the familiar figure, Mu Bingling instinctively started to call out his name, but she forcefully suppressed the urge.
’He appeared just in time, again. He stood before me, again. He saved me, again... But why? Why do I have this awful feeling, like I’m just dragging him down, holding him back...?’
Suddenly, Mu Bingling’s mind flashed back six years, to when Mu Chen was still considered useless. How similar that scene was to today... only now, their roles were reversed.
’So... so this is how Chen’Er felt all those years ago...’
A bitter smile touched her lips. Mu Bingling finally understood why he had always looked so hurt and dejected whenever she had helped him in the past. Her nose tingled with unshed tears. As she watched the slender figure before her, the resolve that had just formed in her heart grew stronger.
"..."
Mu Chen said nothing, merely gripping his Giant Fan and staring coldly at the short, fat man. He had sensed the fluctuations of Primordial Power and rushed here at top speed, only to arrive at this heart-stopping scene. If he had been a single step slower, he might have never seen Bing’Er again in this lifetime. Fury surged through him. No one had ever dared to threaten Bing’Er’s life, yet this man not only dared, he had nearly succeeded.
’Unforgivable!’
But Mu Chen’s icy gaze thoroughly enraged the tall, thin man. A dense, green light suffused his already savage features, making his ugly face look like that of an Evil Ghost crawling out of hell.
"You bastard! How dare you harm my brother! You die today!! HAH!!"
With a thunderous roar, the tall, thin man’s body was instantly wreathed in innumerable Thunder Serpents. The terrifying Emperor Realm Elemental Power he unleashed completely suppressed Mu Bingling and Ye Shuangshuang, rendering them immobile. Only Mu Chen remained standing, his entire body tensed as his expression grew grave.