At that moment, Qian Renxue felt pain coursing through her body. She spat out a mouthful of blood, her face slightly pale, making her look especially pitiful.
"Zhao Zilong?" Qian Renxue looked at Zhao Zilong, feeling deeply displeased. The last thing she wanted was to be saved by him.
Although she and Zhao Zilong had only met face-to-face not long ago, she had always felt uncomfortable around him—especially since this man had actually dared to threaten her.
Meanwhile, Snake Lance Douluo, who was fighting Niu Gao, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Zhao Zilong appear.
"I'm fine..." Qian Renxue said as she endured the pain in her chest and rose from Zhao Zilong's arms. She was a proud woman. She would not, and could not, let others see her weak side.
Zhao Zilong frowned slightly and stepped forward. "Your ribs are broken, and your internal organs have been injured as well. You'd better stop forcing yourself."
"Healing Spirit Masters, hurry and treat her..." Zhao Zilong called out to the Spirit Masters from Spirit Hall. After saying that, he walked toward Tang San.
Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly. The Great Sumeru Hammer had a time limit, and after using it once just now, more than half of his Soul Power had been drained. Less than thirty percent remained. Once the time limit expired, he would enter a weakened state. He could only gamble on this now. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Zhao Zilong. "Zhao Zilong, where is the dean?"
"Doesn't my appearance here tell you everything?" Zhao Zilong said disdainfully. "Don't worry. I'll send you to see Flender soon enough."
"You killed Dean Flender?" Tang San flew into a rage. Although he knew Flender was likely no match for Zhao Zilong,