Zhaang Ye hadn't made a move because the Spiritual Power of the woman in the long, green dress had been locked tightly onto him. But now that this black-clothed man was attacking Fang Caiying, intending to beat her until she coughed up blood, Zhaang Ye could no longer sit back and do nothing.
BAM!
Zhaang Ye's palm and the black-clothed man's claw-like hand collided heavily, a thunderous crack exploding from the point of impact. The man in black's fingers clamped onto Zhaang Ye's palm, but it felt like grabbing a piece of impossibly hard Profound Iron. A dull ache spread through his fingers, and a tremendous force blasted him back two steps.
When the black-clothed man grabbed him, a numbing pain shot through Zhaang Ye's palm as a sharp surge of Innate True Qi rushed up his arm. This man's Innate True Qi was incredibly vigorous, like a roaring river. The moment their hands met, Zhaang Ye's body trembled, and he was forced to take two involuntary steps back.
HISS!
