Thunder rolled in Xiao Chen's eyes, his fury reaching its peak.
Used them already?
Had that beast Qin Chuan violated Hei Meier, Qing Yumei, and Jin Xian'er?
Old Master was dumbfounded too.
From the moment Hei Meier and the other two were taken away.
Until they reached Martial God City.
Only half a quarter-hour had passed.
To prevent a tragedy.
He had not only consumed two high-grade spatial talismans but also burned some of his blood essence, repeatedly using the supreme divine ability, Earth-Shrinking Technique, as he raced along like a rabid dog.
Despite all their frantic haste.
They were still too late!
But that was impossible!
Half a quarter-hour.
Three women!
How could Qin Chuan be that fast?
Xiao Chen's fury surged.
One hundred and thirty-eight blood swords condensed in the void.
Like rampaging red dragons.
They charged wildly.
In an instant, they flew before Qin Chuan.
Ready to slice him into a thousand pieces.
"No!"
Death closed in.
Qin Chuan screamed in terror.
He deeply regretted it.
Why had he said those things to provoke Xiao Chen?
Now look what had happened.
He was about to lose his life!
"My worthy nephew, wait!"
However.
Just then.
A warm, generous voice carrying a faint note of authority rang out from the highest heavens.
Two streaks of light tore through the air.
A wondrous azure dragon descended from the sky.
Scattering the blood swords that filled the heavens.
At the very last instant.
It saved Qin Chuan's life.
The next moment.
Ye Haoran and Wang Fusheng appeared before Qin Chuan.
Wang Fusheng glanced at Qin Chuan's injuries and frowned. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, he shattered the black demonic prison trapping him, then raised a hand and released a beam of golden light that enveloped Qin Chuan, rapidly