In the crowd, Luo Xiu watched the commotion, his gaze falling upon Grenna with a thoughtful expression.
Could it be that she was also teleported out when that Secret Realm collapsed? And did Xi Yue and Xiao Li, along with Long Shuai, rush to leave the dormitory area just to capture her? Where is Watari Kagura then? But I really didn't expect this girl from M Country to be part of the Heretic Cult. No wonder Third Senior Sister arranged for Wendy to infiltrate the M Country Team to monitor her.
As Luo Xiu was lost in thought, a Martial Artist from Hua Country spoke up. "She's a contestant from the M Country Team. Why have you arrested her?"
"She ca all this way across the ocean to compete in Hua Country. Why treat her so cruelly?"
"Even if she is so Heretic Cult witch, she should be handed over to the M Country officials to handle. You have no right to treat her this way!"
"That's right! Will you only be satisfied once you've caused a conflict between Hua Country and M Country?"
"Does our great nation truly have so little grace?"
"You call her a Heretic Cult witch, yet you have no concrete evidence, only suspicion. Is this how Hua Country treats international friends?"
Wendy's face darkened as she scanned the Hua Country Martial Artists who were speaking. She scoffed coldly, "Heh, what a bunch of cowards—bullies to the weak and fearful of the strong. You're a disgrace to the Martial Artist world of Hua Country! I bet your M Country daddies never expected you to be so terrified of them."
With that, she faced the crowd and announced in a grave voice, "Everyone, this Grenna is none other than the Heretic Cult's Envoy—Chu Qingchan! I can tell you all with full responsibility that her current appearance is a fake, and I guarantee this on my honor as a Princess of Country Y!"
Hearing Wendy's words, Luo Xiu's eyes widened, and he abruptly turned to look at Grenna, who was kneeling on the ground.
Chu Qingchan... isn't that Xia Chan?
At that mont, an old woman from an unknown sect stepped out from the crowd and said coldly, "Heretic Cult witch, reveal your true form at once! A re disguise is nothing—break!"
The old woman floated forward and struck out with her palm. A strange gust of wind howled toward Grenna, tossing her golden hair about. In the next mont, Grenna's golden wig was blown off, revealing a full head of black hair. At the sa ti, the prosthetic mask on her face cracked and fell away, revealing her true features.
The crowd imdiately erupted in an uproar.
Luo Xiu stared intently, his gaze trembling slightly.
It really was Xia Chan.
He instantly thought of the child in Xia Chan's womb, and a wave of guilt washed over him.
In this situation... should I try to save her? But what about the child? I really...
Luo Xiu clenched his fists, his heart a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.
The onlookers were now filled with righteous indignation, shouting with raised arms and demanding that Lin Jianlong execute Xia Chan on the spot. Among them, the loudest were the very sa Martial Artists from Hua Country who had just been talking about "international friends." Now that it was confird Xia Chan wasn't an "international friend" and that dealing with her wouldn't offend M Country, they had no more reservations.
"The Heretic Cult witch is abhorred by gods and n alike! She deserves death!"
"Kill her!"
"Execute her imdiately!"
Those shouts were like sharp knives carving into Luo Xiu's heart.
"Witch, give back my wife's life!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed forward with a sword and fiercely plunged it into Xia Chan's back.
Seeing this, Luo Xiu's gaze darkened. No one tried to stop the man; on the contrary, so even cheered with satisfaction.
But Xia Chan seed to feel no pain. Her expression remained calm as she clenched her teeth, allowing the sword to pierce her skin. After being teleported out, Lin Jianlong had personally captured her. Having fallen into such a plight, she had nothing left to say.
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
At this ti, Zhang Yi spoke up, "Everyone, we cannot kill her yet!"
At her words, everyone's attention turned to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi explained, "She obtained Divine Skills back in the Secret Realm! If we kill her now, those Divine Skills will be lost forever! Moreover, those Divine Skills were supposed to be obtained by Team Hua Country, but she snatched them first!"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked and incredulous.
"There really are Divine Skills in that Secret Realm?"
"The legendary Taoist Arts... do they truly exist?"
The crowd erupted into a commotion once more. Many senior figures from the martial world stared at Xia Chan with burning eyes, greed already stirring in their hearts. Taoist Arts were an indispensable key to the gate of the Great Dao. For those who sought the Way, nothing was more tempting than Divine Skills.
Just then, soone asked, "Since we can't kill this Heretic Cult witch, it's fine to beat her up to vent so anger, right?"
No sooner had the person finished speaking than several people rushed forward and began punching and kicking Xia Chan. She silently endured the humiliation and pain, never letting out a single whimper.
But then, a simple action she made instantly shattered Luo Xiu's defenses. As soone kicked at her, she instinctively curled her body, wrapping both hands around her stomach.
She was protecting her child.
Gradually, she fell unconscious, collapsing to the ground covered in wounds. But even in her unconscious state, her hands remained firmly clasped over her abdon.
Luo Xiu steeled his heart and resolutely stepped forward. In that mont, he no longer hesitated, no longer considered the consequences. In that mont, he only wanted to protect the mother and child before him.
BOOM!
The middle-aged man who had been venting his anger on Xia Chan was sent flying by Luo Xiu's kick, crashing heavily to the ground. Luo Xiu knelt and untied the ropes binding Xia Chan's hands.
The entire area fell silent.
Everyone stared at Luo Xiu, utterly bewildered.
Lin Xiyue frowned. "Dr. Chen, what are you doing?"
Wendy, in disbelief, cried out urgently, "Dr. Scumbag, get away from her! She's a Heretic Cult witch!"
Lin Jianlong simply stared at Luo Xiu, silent.
Luo Xiu, his face expressionless, gently lifted the unconscious Xia Chan into his arms. He said coolly, "From this mont on... as long as I am here, no one will touch her. My apologies, everyone... I'm taking her with ."
Hearing his words and sensing the unyielding determination in his eyes, Sun Li grew anxious and blurted out, "Xiu, are you insane?! She's a Heretic Cult witch, a Holy Boi Religion Envoy! She hard you before—"
Mid-sentence, Sun Li suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth, glancing guiltily at Lin Xiyue and the other won beside her. In her panicked haste, her mind had gone blank, and she had shouted the nickna "Xiu" without thinking.
The others present might not understand the aning of the nickna "Xiu," but Lin Xiyue, Su Shanyue, Ye Ningxue, and Zhang Yi knew it all too well.
It was the nickna Sun Li had given to Luo Xiu.
Lin Xiyue's body went rigid, her mind feeling as if it had been struck by lightning. She stared blankly at the man holding Xia Chan, tears gradually blurring her vision.
"You... it's really you?"
Luo Xiu looked toward Lin Xiyue and nodded gently. "I'm sorry."
Lin Xiyue covered her mouth, a flood of mories of "Chen Shuisheng" in the Heitian Swamp overwhelming her.
So, he was him all along.
"I can no longer walk this path with you. From now on, you'll have to rely on yourselves." He turned, his gaze sweeping over Ye Ningxue, Xu Qianqing, and the other won, his eyes filled with guilt. Then, holding Xia Chan, he began to walk toward the edge of the crowd.
From the darkness of the night, his resolute voice, holding no regrets, rang out:
"My fellow Dao friends, brothers, sisters, and esteed seniors of Hua Country... this junior apologizes for taking this step, but there is no turning back for . No matter your reasons, if any of you wish to harm her today, then co at ! For the next half an hour... I will not fight back. I will allow your blades to fall upon ! After half an hour, whoever cos will die!"
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