"Yun Chuan!"
Seeing her savior suddenly appear, Leina cried out in delight.
"Cheng Yaowen" instinctively turned to look behind him, only to see a fist the size of a casserole pot hurtling toward him.
With a bang, his entire face was punched inward.
"Cheng Yaowen" promptly demonstrated what a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spin looked like in midair, spiraling away as he flew.
"Looks like I got here just in time." Yun Chuan withdrew his fist and said unhurriedly.
"Are you all right?" As he spoke, he extended a hand toward Leina.
Leina eagerly reached out and grasped his palm. She felt warmth flowing from his hand into hers, making her whole body feel warm. The terror of nearly being forced gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of security. It was as though, with this man here, she was absolutely safe. No one could hurt her.
"I'm fine..."
Leina said softly, sounding somewhat bashful and shy.
"Y-you... who exactly are you?!"
In the distance, "Cheng Yaowen," who had climbed back to his feet, stared solemnly at Yun Chuan. Just moments ago, when he had thought everything was foolproof, this man had suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind him and sent him flying with a single punch.
But that shouldn't have been possible.
This world was his home ground now!
Within this world, he was the creator god. He could do whatever he wanted. How could an existence beyond his control have appeared?
"Me?"
Yun Chuan smiled faintly. "You don't even recognize me?"
Yun Chuan did not currently resemble his short-haired appearance on Earth. Instead, he wore the attire he had as the sole god in the Douluo World. He had not only magnificent long hair, but also his own Supreme God Equipment. His imposing battle armor looked outrageously cool and domineering. Compared