"Bang!"
As Ye Qianming's expression changed, Luo Qingtong also subconsciously looked in the direction his gaze was fixed upon.
But before she could lift her head, with a whoosh, the man pulled her to his side in one swift motion.
At the same time, with a wave of his hand, a blood-red crescent, like a full moon, dashed towards the front instantaneously.
"Boom," Luo Qingtong stumbled beneath her feet, feeling intense attacks colliding and surging around from not far behind her.
Luo Qingtong's figure was still unsteady, and with the shock from the attacks behind her, she nearly fell to the ground.
From a diagonal angle, a strong arm suddenly extended from beside her, enveloping her waist and scooping her up into an embrace.
The man's breath was burning hot, his bare upper body now pressing tightly against Luo Qingtong's back.
"Saint Realm..."
