"Mo Xie, wait! Don't hurt my brother!"
Suddenly, Ai Tutu's voice rang out nearby, filled with panic and confusion. She was clearly frightened.
Hearing her, Mo Xie sighed inwardly in resignation and silently withdrew the lightning whip in his hand, which held terrifying power. His murderous aura faded, and calm finally returned.
Hurried footsteps sounded, and a slender figure ran out of the dark woods. It was Ai Tutu, who had been missing for an entire day.
She ran over and wrapped her arms around Mo Xie's waist, nestling her entire body against his broad, solid chest. Shaking her head repeatedly, she pleaded with him.
"Mo Xie, please! Don't hurt my brother!"
Ai Tutu had not taken her brother's request particularly seriously. In fact, she had been looking forward to this encounter.
After all, regardless of which of them had the higher cultivation, she had never imagined it would turn into such a one-sided rout. Yet reality had far exceeded her expectations. The brother she had always considered unrivaled had actually been crushed by Mo Xie!
She knew Mo Xie's strength and cultivation were formidable—he was the man who had defeated a Blue-clothed Deacon of the Black Vatican, after all—but defeating her powerful brother in just a few moves was a little too outrageous.
In the distance, the astonishment on Ai Jiangtu's face slowly faded. But the moment he saw his beloved little sister nestled in another man's arms, his face darkened... Well, it had been pretty dark to begin with.
Actually, Ai Tutu's expectations had not been entirely unreasonable. Even he had never imagined his opponent would be so formidable. Their initial exchange of punches and kicks alone had shocked him, let alone that terrifying lightning whip afterward.
To be honest, carelessness had played a part, but a loss