Chapter 468: Just One Advantage

"Are you from the Dragon Clan?" Ding Run stared intently at Zu An.

"Why do you ask?" Zu An replied curiously.

"Because you can use the Skill of Spiritual Speech," Sang Hong, breathing heavily from the side, looked at him in surprise.

In fact, this wasn't the first time they had seen Zu An use this skill. For instance, during the family competition between the Chu and Yuan families in Mingyue City, Yuan Wendong, despite having a higher cultivation level, lost his focus at a crucial moment and was defeated by Zu An, who was only around third-grade cultivation.

However, no one had considered this possibility before. It was only when Ding Run involuntarily answered the opponent's words just now that he realized what was happening.

Who was Ding Run? One of the world's top assassins. From their recent encounter, it was clear he was meticulous and had an extremely firm will. How could he, like Yuan Wendong, get distracted at such a critical moment due to a fit of pique?

Knowing they had misunderstood, Zu An offered no explanation. He thought it was better this way, saving him the trouble of explaining the principle behind "What are you looking at?" later.

"That's right, I'm not just from the Dragon Clan, I'm the reincarnation of the Ancient Ancestral Dragon. Even the Dragon God bows to me as a junior. If you offend me, you offend the entire Dragon Clan. Are you scared now?" Zu An seized the opportunity to exaggerate wildly. If it scared the opponent, great; if not, at least he'd had some fun.

Sang Hong: "..."

Ding Run: "..."

Sang Qian: "..." And where is your hand?

Sang Qian, meanwhile, watched him with great curiosity, wondering how this man could possess so many secrets.

Only Zheng Dan watched him, her lips curved in a smile. This fellow's mouth was truly capable of lying without consequence.

"I don't care if you're from the Dragon Clan or not, you'll die today!" Ding Run's face was ashen as he swung his blade directly towards Zu An.

A curved blade energy surged towards his opponent, cracking the ground in its path, illustrating the devastating effect it would have on a person.

However, those present immediately realized he was indeed seriously injured. From the beginning of the fight, his blade energy had been formless and invisible, making it extremely difficult to defend against.

Now, although the blade energy appeared powerful, it was no longer traceless.

As Zu An, holding Zheng Dan, was about to dodge, a graceful figure appeared in front of him. A black flame burst forth, firmly blocking the blade energy. However, her body swayed slightly, clearly indicating that blocking the strike was not easy for her.

"Big Manman!" From just a side profile, Zu An recognized her.

Ding Run and the others opposite stared in awe, not only because the young-looking woman had blocked his strike, but also because her trembling figure made their own hearts pound.

Sang Qian couldn't help but glance down at her own modest chest, her small face flushing instantly. "What do these women eat to grow up like this? Why must women make it hard for other women?" she thought.

Pei Mianman turned to look at Zu An, her gaze falling on his injuries and the hand tightly holding Zheng Dan. She couldn't help but scoff, "You truly don't care about your life when it comes to chasing women, do you?"

Zu An chuckled, "If you were in danger, I would save you like this too."

Pei Mianman spat, "Pah, you smooth-talker. Can't you say something more auspicious?"

From a distance, Sang Qian's eyes nearly spat fire. It was clear that in others' eyes, Zu An and his fiancée were already a pair. What angered him even more was how Zu An, despite his questionable virtues, managed to have not only Miss Chu but also so many stunning women rushing to save him.

Although Pei Mianman was masked, her impressive bust, devilishly curvy figure, and beautiful eyes already made it clear she was a stunning beauty.

Thinking of this, Sang Qian was filled with both anger and jealousy.

Rage from Sang Qian +999 +999 +999...

Sang Qian, however, felt some understanding. Zu An was good-looking, knew how to sweet-talk, and crucially, in life-or-death situations, he could use his body to protect others. How many women could resist such charm?

"Are you treating me as if I don't exist?" Ding Run snorted coldly and charged at them with his blade.

He was severely injured now. Using "Playing Sword for a Song" would be too draining, and his blade energy was no longer untraceable, so it might not be effective. Therefore, he decided to fight hand-to-hand.

Pei Mianman's expression shifted slightly. Her opponent's cultivation was so high that she dared not be distracted for a moment. Her body ablaze with black flames, she directly met his attack.

The two quickly exchanged several blows, and Pei Mianman suddenly groaned softly, clearly having sustained an injury.

In truth, if Ding Run hadn't been seriously injured just moments before, a face-to-face duel like this would have resulted in far more than just an injury for her.

At that moment, seeing the situation, Zheng Dan also bit her lip and rushed over to assist Pei Mianman. With one wielding fire and the other water, their combined efforts proved remarkably effective.

During offense, Zheng Dan combined water with fire, releasing a large amount of steam. This simultaneously enveloped Ding Run in high temperatures and obscured his vision.

In defense, she would periodically conjure water shields around Pei Mianman, allowing her to attack without concern.

"Let's go quickly!" Sang Qian rushed to support his father. He too had been injured by Ding Run's blade energy, and his only thought now was to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

However, Sang Qian said, "No, we couldn't fight before, which is why we wanted to run. But now Ding Run is severely injured. With our combined strength, we might have a chance. On the contrary, if we run now, he'll deal with Zu An and the others, recover slightly after some treatment, and we still won't escape."

Sang Hong, from the side, nodded with satisfaction. "Qian'er's analysis is good. Rather than die a few days later, we might as well take this chance and fight."

Sang Qian had already moved, but she didn't rush directly into the battle. Instead, she ran to Zu An's side to undo the restraints on him.

Zu An was almost moved to tears. "Finally, someone thought to unbind me. Miss Sang is truly smart!"

Of course, he also understood why Zheng Dan and the others hadn't. They had been fully focused on defending against Ding Run, with no opportunity to unbind him.

Sang Qian, her face flushing, pulled his hand away. "Thank me if you want, but why are you touching my hand?"

Zu An explained, "In my hometown, shaking hands is a way of expressing gratitude."

Sang Qian rolled her eyes, thinking, "I'll believe that when pigs fly."

She scoffed and drew her sword, joining the battle.

Her arrival surprised Pei Mianman and Zheng Dan, but they clearly felt the pressure ease significantly.

Ding Run, on the other hand, was both shocked and enraged. He couldn't believe he was being pushed to such a state by a few women, and three such young maidens at that. If word got out, he'd never be able to hold his head high in the industry.

But now, after being injured, he truly had no immediate way to deal with them. The main problem was the masked woman's strange black flames, which he dared not let even a speck touch his body.

Moreover, Zheng Dan provided excellent support, and Sang Qian, like a cunning fox, launched various tricky sneak attacks, occasionally assisting Zheng Dan. This left him momentarily unsure of how to proceed.

Fearing that prolonged engagement might lead to unforeseen complications, Ding Run disregarded everything else. With a roar, a massive purple tiger shadow emerged behind him, then charged roaring towards the three women.

"Be careful!"

The three women immediately felt the same pressure Sang Hong had experienced earlier. The opponent's speed and strength had suddenly increased significantly, and the huge tiger shadow attacked alongside him. His combat power was now almost back to his normal, uninjured state. How could Pei Mianman and the other two women possibly contend with that?

Soon, each of them groaned, wounded, and fell to the ground.

Ding Run was about to take advantage of the situation to end their lives, but an extremely swift figure flashed by, carrying them dozens of yards away.

Ding Run's expression turned cold as he looked at the figure. "Why did you recover so quickly?"

Zu An had been struck by several of his blade energies, and later took a full-force blow to save Zheng Dan. At this point, even if he wasn't dead, he should have been severely injured. But judging by his current appearance, he looked far from dying.

Zu An chuckled. "No choice, I don't have many other good points, but my body is super tough."

The Primal Chaos Scripture had not only made his body increasingly tough but also boosted his recovery ability far beyond that of ordinary people. Such severe injuries, through continuous absorption of primordial energy for repair, had now significantly improved.

Zheng Dan, standing nearby, blushed slightly, her heart pounding. Clearly, she understood this point most deeply...

"Miss Sang, may I borrow your sword?" Zu An, after carrying Sang Qian back last, took the sword from her hand.

"Uh, okay." Sang Qian's small face flushed. She had never been carried like that by a man before, and for a moment, she was flustered.