Shaking her head meant she did not want Mu Fan to worry.
Nodding, however, meant she could not resist those calm eyes.
Lu Qingxue finally released the Stacked Snow Sword. The strength drained from her body, leaving her face pale and her slender figure frail.
For the first time, a soft, girlish expression appeared on her face.
With him here, she could finally set her mind completely at ease.
"Mm."
Mu Fan answered softly.
"Speak! I'm asking you—"
That fist thrust forward again.
The dirt beneath his feet sank another two centimeters, yet he did not retreat an inch.
All warmth vanished from Mu Fan's eyes, turning into utter coldness.
"I..."
He slowly turned his head and looked at the giant before him, nearly half a body taller than himself.
"...Did I let you speak?"
Olsder's eyes abruptly widened.
"What did you say!? You swine!"
For a moment, he almost thought he had misheard.
What was this swine saying!
Yet before the fury in his eyes could erupt—
The opposing force against his fist suddenly vanished!
Within his sight, that fist disappeared into the air in an instant.
Only a pair of dark green eyes showed beneath the dark gold faceplate. Their owner was clearly still within his field of vision and had even made a sidestepping motion.
But why had his right fist suddenly vanished?
The instant that thought flashed through his mind, Olsder's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Not good!
He was throwing a punch!
It was simply so fast that he could not catch even its shadow.
But after exerting force earlier, his body had already leaned forward from inertia.
Coupled with his heavy body, even with the Saint Luo Blood within him adjusting his body, Olsder needed 0.1 seconds.
So his first reaction was to pull back