The Black-Clad Man Makes a Move

Mu Li's pupils contracted, and his face instantly turned much colder, his eyes filled with barely restrained fury.

If he had accidentally blocked the way before, then being forced to scramble aside could not be blamed on anyone else. But this whip was going too far. No one would look pleased after being bullied like this. What was more, the whip had not been aimed at Mu Li at all, but directly at Lin Chuan not far away. Clearly, it was meant to force Mu Li into retaliating.

But could Mu Li make a move? This was not Yijiang City, but Kunyang City. These people acted so recklessly, so they clearly had considerable backing. If he provoked them now, his chance to join the Luo River Sect might go up in smoke. Whether he could even leave Kunyang City safely would become a problem.

Moreover, these people were clearly trying to force Mu Li to act. They surely had some further vicious scheme in mind. In that instant, these thoughts flashed through his head and backed Mu Li into a corner.

Buzz!

Pale-blue water spiritual energy spread out as Mu Li darted toward Lin Chuan. The only thing he could do now was use his own body to take the blow for Yuyi, then seize the chaos to leave as quickly as possible.

He was furious and deeply aggrieved, but he knew exactly what he could and could not do at this moment.

Yet at that very instant, the figure who had knocked Mu Li aside earlier slipped underfoot and, unable to keep his balance, fell straight toward Mu Li. By sheer coincidence, he was struck by the carriage driver's whip instead, taking the blow for Mu Li.

Smack!

The crisp crack was not especially loud amid the bustling street,