Big Zhu
A disciple of the Qian Family recognized Da Zhu and cursed, "Chen Da Zhu, go swing your hammer properly. Don't stick your nose into other people's business!"
Da Zhu sneered. "What the hell does it have to do with you?"
Mo Hua's divine sense was extraordinary. When the Qian Family disciple's fist came swinging over, he had already discovered that Da Zhu was standing behind him, so he did not dodge.
Of course, it was also because he couldn't have dodged even if he wanted to.
The fist of a sixth-level Qi Refining body cultivator was still rather fast. His powerful divine sense gave Mo Hua ample time to react, but his weak physique was not enough to support him in actually making that reaction.
Fortunately, Da Zhu took that punch for him.
In Mo Hua's impression, Da Zhu was still that artifact-refining apprentice who always smiled foolishly, treated people generously, and liked coming to his house to eat noodles. But now, Da Zhu's expression was cold, with a trace of ruthlessness showing through.
"Chen Da Zhu, move aside!" the Qian Family disciple threatened.
Not only did Da Zhu refuse to move, he even lifted Mo Hua up and set him behind himself, blocking in front of Mo Hua, his face full of indifference. "I just won't!"
Da Zhu was ten years older than Mo Hua, and much taller and sturdier too. Once he stood in front of Mo Hua, he covered him completely, so tightly that the Qian Family men couldn't even see Mo Hua's figure.
Seeing that Chen Da Zhu wouldn't yield to force, the Qian Family disciple tried persuasion instead. "Chen Da Zhu, this brat isn't kin or friend to you, right? Is it worth showing off and sticking your neck out for him?"
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