"Chen Ying, stop!"
Mo Xie suddenly appeared beside Zhao Chenying and seized her wrist, stopping the Cold Iron Strange Thorn from piercing Jiang Feng.
Calamity Flame and dark fire blazed around him, yet neither could harm him. The fire resistance of the Red Lotus Demon Fire was protecting his body.
He fixed his gaze on Zhao Chenying, snatched the Cold Iron Strange Thorn from her hand, and burned it away with blood-red flame. His voice was grave.
"Chen Ying, if you'd gone through with that, you would have regretted it for the rest of your life."
As he spoke, a wave of psychic power carried by his words cleared the haze from Zhao Chenying's eyes, bringing her back to her senses.
"What was I... doing?"
She blinked and stared blankly at the Flame Witch, who was watching her with such tenderness that it seemed this Demon Beast was her mother.
Everyone present was stunned. One by one, they turned toward Mo Xie, who had intervened without warning.
Zhao Yulin looked at Mo Xie in confusion. If the man wanted to stop this, they could hardly object. He hurriedly asked,
"Mr. Mo, what are you..."
Nearby, the face beneath Ghost Woman's bandages twisted into a hideous snarl. She glared at Mo Xie and cursed him inwardly.
Damn it! If this brat hadn't interfered, my plan would already have succeeded. The Fire Tribulation Fruit would be mine. Sooner or later, I'll kill you!
Mo Xie sensed the murderous glare, but ignored it. Instead, he spoke solemnly to Zhao Chenying.
"You didn't even realize when you were bewitched. That mother of yours isn't your real mother at all."
With that, he sent Zhao Chenying back toward the group. Zhao Yulin hurried to catch his daughter.
"Mo Xie, what you just said... is it