Bloodline

The sword bead that flashed past in an instant looked somewhat like the sect's Heavy Origin Sword, but Zeng Zaiwen did not dare to be certain. He did not know whether the person who had saved him and Mo Yuanfei was friend or foe.

For now, the only correct choice was to remain still and try not to anger this powerful expert.

"Buzz!"

A phantom flickered beside the Ape Demon before solidifying into a figure. It was Chen Fei, who had heard the commotion from afar and deliberately hurried over.

In Zeng Zaiwen and Mo Yuanfei's eyes, the invincible Ape Demon could not even withstand a single sword bead from Chen Fei. That was the enormous gulf in strength.

"C-Chen... Hall Master Chen!"

Once he saw Chen Fei clearly, the unease in Zeng Zaiwen's heart finally subsided. He could not help but let out a long breath, and Mo Yuanfei beside him did the same.

"Are you all right?"

Chen Fei glanced at Zeng Zaiwen and Mo Yuanfei. Neither of them was in good condition. One was seriously injured and had lost all combat strength, while the other had only a fraction of his power left.

Had Chen Fei arrived even a little later, the two of them would likely have been pounded into minced meat by this Ape Demon.

"Thank you, Hall Master Chen, for saving us. We're fine!"

Zeng Zaiwen hurriedly bowed in thanks, then took out a healing pill and tossed it into his mouth. After asking Chen Fei for permission and seeing no objection from him, he limped over to a boulder and sat down.

After thanking Chen Fei, Mo Yuanfei also began treating his injuries while secretly studying Chen Fei's back.

A legendary figure of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect—at least in the eyes of