Chen Jin reached out and caught her.
"Are you badly hurt?"
"Just a graze."
"Steady yourself."
Qian Renxue landed on her toes.
She raised her sword again.
"The three on the left are mine."
"The four on the right are yours."
Huo Wu rushed over from the other side.
Her twin blades were already stained dark red.
"What about me?"
Chen Jin looked toward the center of the street.
The remaining hundred-odd people were closing in again.
"The middle."
"All right."
Three figures charged out at once.
Blood spread from one end of the street to the other.
The encirclement and slaughter continued until the dark red moonlight rose again.
The last Soul Douluo fell before the courtyard gate.
Chen Jin pulled the broken sword out of his chest.
The wound was deep enough to expose bone.
The Blue Silver Emperor Origin was rapidly repairing his flesh within his body.
Qian Renxue walked up to him.
"Sit down."
"The wound has already healed."
"It's still bleeding."
The golden-haired woman pressed down on his shoulders.
Huo Wu took out clean strips of cloth.
Together, the two women wrapped the cloth around his chest.
Chen Jin looked at the two faces close before him.
"It's just a minor wound."
Huo Wu tied the knot.
"Shut up."
Qian Renxue wiped the blood off her hands.
"Don't block a sword for me again."
"That strike would have pierced your heart."
"The Six-Winged Angel's physique isn't that weak."
"You can't undergo rebirth here."
Her golden eyes rested on Chen Jin's face.
Qian Renxue did not argue further.
Her slender hand gently rested against the bandaged wound.
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
Huo Wu sat down on his other side.
"I'm hurting."
"Where are you wounded?"
"My left leg."
Chen Jin looked down.
Beneath her short red