Scar: He Loves Me, A Forced Melon Isn't Sweet!

Liu Erlong's punch, carrying boundless fury, slammed squarely into the spiked club Scar had hastily summoned to block it.

"Clang!"

A piercing clash of metal erupted.

Even though Scar used his martial soul to deflect most of the force, the violent power still sent him staggering back several steps, each one leaving spiderweb cracks in the hard stone.

His chest churned violently, and the sweetness of blood rose in his throat. He nearly spat out a mouthful.

What a domineering woman!

When Liu Erlong's strike failed to land its intended result and she saw that he had merely been forced back, her fury flared even hotter.

She spat viciously onto the ground.

"Hand him over."

"Or I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs, bit by bit!"

Every word Liu Erlong spoke seemed squeezed through clenched teeth. Her murderous expression was even more terrifying than the bottomless abyss behind Scar.

Yet in the face of such a blatant death threat, Scar showed no fear at all. Instead, he smiled.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth from the impact, then pulled Yu Xiaogang, who was still struggling with muffled cries in his arms, even closer.

The way he held him was less like embracing a man and more like protecting some priceless treasure.

"Today, I'm taking him with me."

Scar pointed his savage spiked club at Liu Erlong while his other hand tightly locked around Yu Xiaogang's waist. He lifted his chin, his face filled with righteous resolve.

"Let's see who dares stop me!"

That expression, that stance—he looked every bit like a tragic hero willing to make an enemy of the entire world for love.

Liu Erlong was completely stunned.

She stared at the burly man before