Bloodline
編輯: Dragon Boat Translation
The fleeting sword pearl resembled the their own sect's Zhongyuan Sword, but Zeng Zaiwen couldn't be certain. He didn't know whether the person who had saved him and Mo Yuanfei was a friend or foe.
So now, the wisest choice was to stand still, trying not to provoke this powerful individual.
"Hum!"
A blur flashed next to the fallen monster, eventually coalescing into a figure. It was none other than Chen Fei, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion from a distance.
In the eyes of Zeng Zaiwen and Mo Yuanfei, the unbeatable monster couldn't even withstand a single one of Chen Fei's sword pearls. This demonstrated a tremendous gap in strength.
"Chen... Master Chen!"
Seeing Chen Fei's appearance, the unease in Zeng Zaiwen's heart finally dissipated. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, and Mo Yuanfei beside him did the same.
"Are you okay?"