"Ah!" With a startled scream, Xu Yuan'er was hurled away by an enormous surge of energy.
Her body hurtled backward through the air, as though gravity had lost its hold on her. Her long hair whipped across her eyes, leaving her unable to see her surroundings.
Terrified, Xu Yuan'er stretched out both arms, trying to catch Qian Fan's hand as she cried over and over, "Brother Qian Fan, save me... sob... save me!" Yet her cries sounded so feeble amid the hurricane, as though they could be scattered by the wind at any moment.
In that instant, Xu Yuan'er felt the entire world tilt out of balance. Even her soul power seemed suppressed by that mighty force, impossible to mobilize.
Her body began to plummet. Wind howled past her ears like a demon's roar, making them ache.
Xu Yuan'er realized that with her current body-that of an ordinary Titled Douluo-a fall from this height would probably leave her gravely injured and unconscious, even if it did not kill her.
Fear and despair flooded her heart like a rising tide. She felt certain she was doomed.
A streak of light raced toward her like lightning. It was the Tiger King, charging toward Xu Yuan'er at astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, the Tiger King reached Xu Yuan'er's side and caught her securely with perfect precision. Then he carried her back to the rooftop.
Even when her feet touched the ground, Xu Yuan'er's body was still trembling slightly. Her heart thundered, and she had yet to recover from the fright. She clung tightly to the Tiger King's arm as though it were her last lifeline.
At the sight, a flicker of surprise crossed Qian Fan's eyes, but his cold indifference soon returned.
"Brother Qian Fan, why are you treating me