Ren Tianqing could not shake off Quan Dean's corpse and had no choice but to retreat with it dragging on him, severely hampering his movements. Hu Xiaotian raised his sword and brought it down, cleaving through Ren Tianqing's right arm. The arm fell away at the stroke. Without a word, Ren Tianqing broke free of Quan Dean's corpse and fled into the distance.
Hu Xiaotian was about to give chase when Meizhuang's shrill scream rang out behind him. "Hu Xiaotian, don't you care whether she lives?"
Hu Xiaotian's heart jolted. He had not expected Meizhuang to return so quickly. He forced himself to stop, only to see a trail of blue blood on the ground. Ren Tianqing had fled in such haste that he had not even picked up his severed arm.
Qin Yutong was completely naked, her eyes tightly shut, every rise and fall of her alluring curves exposed. Meizhuang had not left her so much as a scrap to cover herself. Even as Hu Xiaotian feasted his eyes, he could not help sighing inwardly. Meizhuang was far too wicked. Having stolen Qin Yutong's Phoenix Armor, she could at least have left her some underwear. Still, he was the one reaping the benefits. Fortunately, Qin Yutong was unconscious; otherwise, facing him like this, she would probably have died of shame.
Madam Meizhuang's gaze fell on the severed arm on the ground, then on Quan Dean, whose skull had been smashed and whose brains lay spilled across the floor. She understood at once: she and Ren Tianqing had fallen into Hu Xiaotian's trap after all. All his talk of exchanging benefits had merely been a way to send her away so he could join forces with Quan Dean, who had been playing dead, against Ren Tianqing.
Even in these circumstances,