Before Huang Xiao could gather his wits, he felt You Lian'er's body shudder. Then a powerful force passed through her body into his, driving him five steps backward before he could stop.
"Miss, how are you?" Huang Xiao had never expected You Lian'er to save his life. Just now, the Black-Robed Envoy had seized the moment when she was not performing the Netherworld Demon Eight Tones, darting toward him to kill him.
"Cough, cough, cough..." You Lian'er lay in Huang Xiao's arms and coughed violently several times. With each cough, blood spilled from her small mouth, instantly staining his clothes red.
"Just a little injury!" You Lian'er forced a smile at Huang Xiao and answered weakly.
Huang Xiao had never imagined that the old man could reach him with a single movement. He had fought the Black-Robed Envoy earlier, but the envoy had been affected by You Lian'er's zither music then, which had suppressed his strength. Now, however, he was displaying his true strength. How could Huang Xiao, as he was now, fathom an expert of Mid Peerless caliber?
He had failed to realize it at the time, but You Lian'er had already noticed. Thus, as she lunged toward Huang Xiao, she also struck a palm at the Black-Robed Envoy.
When the Black-Robed Envoy realized that the girl had blocked his path and intended to take his palm strike for the boy, his heart jolted. He abruptly tried to withdraw the palm strike he had unleashed at full strength, but force was easy to release and difficult to retract, and it was already about to hit her.
He could only forcibly halt the strike. The backlash of his internal power flushed his face red, and at the same time, he hastily diverted the palm force in his hand to one