Yang Yong suddenly lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe.
Wang Ying went rigid.
She was stunned.
Shocked.
Incredulous.
A trace of indescribable bashfulness flashed through her heart.
But far more than that, she felt towering fury.
Never in her life had anyone taken such liberties with her!
Wang Ying raised her hand, about to strike Yang Yong dead.
But in the instant her concentration broke-
Yang Yong reacted swiftly, landing a precise knife-hand strike on the back of her neck.
"Buzz-"
A soft sound rang out.
Wang Ying's eyes closed, and she slumped limply into Yang Yong's arms, completely unconscious.
In the very same second she fainted.
The Black Gold Bone Blade she had been gripping suddenly floated into the air.
The blade hummed, cold light flaring along its edge as it prepared to slash down at Yang Yong!
Yang Yong looked up, his gaze turning cold.
For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see.
The Eerie general that the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace had refined into the blade.
He was holding the Black Gold Bone Blade, his eyes savage, ready to strike back at him.
"You dare defy me!"
Yang Yong snorted coldly. How could he let a Curio run wild in front of him?
He lightly tapped his dantian with a fingertip.
A wisp of the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace's aura silently spread out.
The Eerie general hovering in midair abruptly stiffened.
In reality, this manifested as the Black Gold Bone Blade abruptly freezing in midair, unable to advance another inch.
Yang Yong stared coldly at the blade, his lips moving slightly as he mouthed each word:
"Go back!"
"Or I'll put you back in the furnace and reforge you!"
"She's my teammate. I won't hurt her."
The blade trembled slightly.
The Eerie general seemed to hesitate for