Swish.
The gleaming silver sword flashed past, slashing a tear in Wei Liu's nightclothes and cutting off a lock of her hair.
Wei Liu stared at the razor-sharp blade before her, her pupils widening slightly as her terror turned to fury.
Had Zhang Yuan not pulled her aside in time, that sword would have taken her head off.
Who dared attack her in the street in broad daylight?!
Their audacity knew no bounds!
Seething with anger, Wei Liu looked toward the alley to see exactly who had attacked her.
But she had only just raised her head, and had yet to make out the blurred figure in the alley, when she felt as though needles were pricking her back. An intense sense of danger surged from behind her.
The source of that danger clearly was not Zhang Yuan, who had just saved her life.
At the mouth of the alley on the other side, a masked man built like an ox appeared. Wreathed in pure blood baleful aura, he charged at Zhang Yuan and Wei Liu like a maddened wild bull.
"Watch out!"
Wei Liu whipped her head around and hurriedly called out a warning at the sight, but she was still too late. By the time her words fell, the burly man had already reached Zhang Yuan. The gusts raised by his immense blood baleful aura sent both their hair flying.
At that moment, it was already easy to picture Zhang Yuan and Wei Liu being hurled away together.
Watching the burly man charge, Zhang Yuan's eyes shifted slightly. He extended a palm and drew on the magical power of the golden core within him, forming an invisible barrier of magical power before himself.
The burly man immediately felt resistance. Though all he saw before him was a slender