"Your progress was even faster than I imagined!"
Zhen Hua looked at Lu Fa with a face full of satisfaction. Perhaps the title of the continent's youngest God Craftsman would soon fall upon his own disciple.
"Mm. Be careful." Lu Fa nodded calmly, then his expression suddenly changed as he threw a punch at Zhen Hua's stomach.
"Argh!" Having never expected his own disciple to suddenly punch him, Zhen Hua spat out a mouthful of bitter fluid and was sent flying.
At the same time, without any warning, a speck of scarlet light suddenly shot out from beside Chang Gongyan's neck. In an instant, it streaked past Lu Fa and Zhen Hua.
That speck of scarlet light had come far too suddenly, without the slightest prior warning.
Not good, an attack! Watching the scarlet light flash past him and sensing the sharp chill it carried, Zhen Hua felt a long-forgotten trace of fear—the fear of death.
However, because of Lu Fa's punch, Zhen Hua had been blasted away, and the scarlet light merely passed before him before shooting toward the crowd.
An attack that could make even a Four-word Battle Armor Master and a God Craftsman feel threatened—if it landed among the crowd, the consequences would be unimaginable.
But at that moment, a large hand suddenly reached out and caught the scarlet light.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the scarlet light was clearly a thin sword—a scarlet thin sword. The instant it came into contact with that large hand, it withdrew at once. Before its owner even appeared, it abruptly vanished.
The one who had stopped that scarlet light was none other than Mu Ye.
He snorted coldly, and his figure flashed away from the spot. He had gone to pursue the enemy.
After being punched away by