Time passed little by little.
Though only a very short time had passed, Bibi Dong felt as if every second stretched into an eternity.
Feeling the burly body of the man behind her and the distinctive scent of Wang Chuan lingering on her palm, Bibi Dong—who had never been close to a man in over twenty years—was utterly flustered.
Once the patrol guards had passed by,
Wang Chuan still did not release Bibi Dong. Instead, he leaned close to her ear and threatened her softly.
"Bibi Dong, I don't care what you want or what your intentions are, but when I let you go, you'd better not scream.
Otherwise, I really will kill you."
His deep voice sounded beside her ear. Bibi Dong nodded instinctively to show that she understood, and only then did Wang Chuan release her.
The moment Wang Chuan let go, Bibi Dong sharply sucked in a breath.
After all, once Spirit Masters absorbed Spirit Rings, their physiques grew stronger as well. They could not be restrained and killed so easily.
Bibi Dong's body was certainly comparable to a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast, far beyond anything an ordinary sow could match. Wang Chuan had used a great deal of strength to restrain her just now.
Only because the situation had been urgent and Bibi Dong's adrenaline had surged had she failed to notice it.
Now that she had returned to normal, the aftereffects hit her. Bibi Dong took quite a while to recover from the intense pain.
Wang Chuan simply stood where he was and waited for Bibi Dong to recover, without any intention of blocking the alley entrance or anything of the sort.
Because before absolute numerical superiority, even if Bibi Dong's Martial Spirit allowed her to scale walls and leap across roofs, it would only mean