"Who was it? Who dared ruin Lin's good deed?!"
The East Sea Fist Emperor's pupils suddenly constricted. His powerful move was only halfway unleashed, and it was already too late to withdraw it, yet he could not spare any attention to continue activating it.
In the span of a breath, he decisively dispersed the fist shadows before him, took a great stride forward, and gave chase in the direction the streak of light had vanished.
Taking the chance to slay the East Sea Sword Saint would certainly have eased the resentment festering in his heart for years.
But if he watched Su Shi'er disappear before his very eyes, not only would he be unable to avenge his son, the legendary supreme treasure in Su Shi'er's possession would inevitably fall into someone else's hands.
Most crucially, Su Shi'er had been taken right from beneath his nose. The feeling was like meat that had already reached his mouth suddenly growing wings and flying away, making it all the more agonizing and unbearable.
The East Sea Fist Emperor was extremely swift, but having stopped halfway through his attack, he had clearly lost the initiative.
The figure before him was even faster than lightning.
In merely the time it took to drink a cup of tea, that person had vanished from sight.
At the same time, as the East Sea Fist Emperor disappeared, the East Sea Sword Saint and Mei Yingxue, who had narrowly escaped disaster, swiftly exchanged glances.
There was not much joy on their faces—only concern for Su Shi'er's safety.
"Brother Liu, the person who took Little Friend Su just now... seemed to be someone from Heavenly Capital?"
"Precisely!"
"That person from Heavenly Capital never showed himself from beginning to end, yet chose this moment to act. It seemed he had come