She had fled here first and gone into hiding under an assumed name, then successfully brought Fu Chu over.
How many powerful warriors had they sacrificed for this step, all to preserve Fu Chu as a spark of hope...
Who would have thought they would actually die at the hands of these wretched commoners!
This was something Xiao Yun could never accept, no matter what.
Xiao Yun suddenly began to struggle, but a tremendous force stomped down on her chest, pinning her massive body firmly to the ground.
"I gave you a chance," the Desolate God snarled with a grin.
As he spoke, he brought his palms together. The Fu Chu in his hands was about to be crushed into a puddle of blood.
Just then, a figure came flying over and swept straight past the Desolate God.
"Clang!"
At the same time, a sharp silver sword flash flickered before everyone's eyes.
A thin line appeared across the Desolate God's arm, and half of the arm fell away, still clutching Fu Chu.
"Boom!"
Fu Chu had already closed his eyes and awaited death...
Unexpectedly, the enormous hand gripping him suddenly loosened, and he fell along with it.
"Luo Zheng?"
A glint flashed in Fu Chu's eyes.
An unusual smile also appeared on Xiao Yun's face.
This strange stranger had actually returned at the critical moment when the siblings' lives hung in the balance.
The Desolate God clutched his severed arm, his face filled with shock and fury, and roared, "Who are you?"
Luo Zheng's figure shot through the air like a shuttle. After hovering briefly, he heard the question, curled the corner of his mouth, and did not answer directly. Instead, he transformed once more into a streak of Escaping Light and shot forward.
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