Chen Wei waited for quite a while. When Yang Jian offered no rebuttal, he was just about to raise his voice another notch and slap a few more accusations on him.
Suddenly.
He felt a chill brush his neck. Then, without warning, his vision began to tumble. The thatched cottage, the fence, the entire camp of Grass-Headed Gods-all of them spun before his eyes.
When his vision finally settled.
Chen Wei saw a headless body standing ramrod straight where he had been, dressed in a gray cloth robe. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.
"Huh?"
"Is that my back?"
The thought had barely flashed through Chen Wei's mind when he saw his own perfectly good head sail into the air.
"Qingquan!" Yang Chan screamed in anguish. In an instant, heaven fell and earth split. Her eyes turned blood-red, and with a sweep of one hand, the Treasure Lotus Lamp blazed with emerald light, rising like a scorching sun into the sky.
The immortal maiden went berserk defending her husband.
Without wasting a single word, Yang Chan lunged straight at Yang Jian's face. Bolstered by a primordial treasure, her fighting power skyrocketed.
Bang!
She twisted at the waist and, under cover of the Treasure Lotus Lamp, smashed a ruthlessly sharp elbow into Yang Jian's chin.
Chen Wei took in every bit of Yang Chan's ferocious display. Even reduced to a head, his mouth refused to rest. "Chan'er, beautifully done! Use your elbows! Go for his lower body! Keep it up!"
"That's right!"
"Just like that! Who cares if he's your second brother? Beat him up!"
"Huh?!"
Chen Wei had just shouted another word of encouragement when everything went black, and he lost consciousness.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The murmur of running water reached his ears,