Huo Yuhao held his hands in midair, feeling the soft body still sobbing against his chest, and sighed helplessly.
"All right, get off me first."
He glanced down at Wang Dong, who showed no intention of getting up, his tone carrying a hint of negotiation.
"No!"
Wang Dong gave a little huff, her heavily nasal protest coming straight through his shirt.
As though to express all the hurt and anxiety she had accumulated over the past few months, she suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on Huo Yuhao's shoulder.
She had intended to leave a lasting mark on this fellow who had vanished for over half a year without a word, so he would learn his lesson.
Yet the instant her teeth touched that seemingly firm muscle, an absurdly powerful recoil shot straight up through them.
"Hiss-"
Wang Dong shuddered all over. Her aggrieved face immediately scrunched up, and a film of involuntary tears sprang into her eyes.
It felt nothing like biting into flesh and blood. Instead, it was as though she had slammed headfirst into a solid slab of reinforced steel, leaving both rows of teeth chattering against each other.
"Why are you so hard?!"
She clutched her cheek and drew back half an inch, accusing him with eyes full of disbelief.
You really dug your own pit this time.
Huo Yuhao silently answered her in his mind.
He had now fused with the Time Dragon King's Dragon Core and the high-grade essence of the suspended blood pool. Whether it was his bone density or his muscle fibers, the Heavenly Creation Cauldron's tempering had long since transformed them to a level ordinary Soul Masters could never hope to reach.
Never mind a little girl biting him-even a direct strike from an ordinary Sixth-Level Melee Soul Tool