Ning Rongrong felt her wrist tighten, as though locked in an iron band. However hard she struggled, it would not budge.
Her heart jolted. Before she could react, she met Ning Chen's eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
Cold, indifferent, as though he were looking at a dead person.
A bone-piercing chill shot from the soles of Ning Rongrong's feet straight to the crown of her head.
She had never seen a gaze like that.
Even when he had sent her flying with a single punch at the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament, his gaze, though cold, had not held the pure, almost undisguised killing intent it did now.
Ning Chen's right hand had already clenched into a fist. The true essence of the Thousand Mountains Formula gathered over his knuckles, and even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier.
If he unleashed this punch without holding anything back, there could be only one outcome for Ning Rongrong's frail support-type body: death!
By now, Ning Rongrong was frozen with terror. For a moment, she even forgot to resist.
But the sect disciples behind her, whom Ning Fengzhi had sent to protect her, reacted quickly.
Their leader was a Soul Sage whose Martial Soul was the Rock-backed Python Bull, a high-grade Beast Martial Soul with exceptionally powerful defenses.
The Soul Sage leading them reacted with incredible speed. The instant the force of Ning Chen's punch gathered, he strode several paces across, his massive body like a thick wall as he thrust himself between Ning Chen and Ning Rongrong.
His Rock-backed Python Bull Martial Soul possessed him immediately. A grayish-brown horny layer appeared over his skin, his muscles swelled and knotted, and his shoulders hunched slightly. His entire figure seemed to transform into a savage, primeval Ferocious Beast poised to strike.