"Prepare to face justice, Lin Ji'an," Jianheng gasped, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with chaotic misery.
Ji'an braced herself, raising her cast-iron spatula, preparing to execute a desperate block that would likely shatter both of her arms.
But the blow never fell.
Before Jianheng could swing the blade down, a figure appeared between them.
Shen Zechuan did not run. He utilized a spatial fold, effortlessly bypassing the physical distance of the labyrinth, materializing directly in front of Ji'an, completely shielding her with his body.
He was still casually holding the four-hundred-pound iron wok under his left arm.
Jianheng's eyes widened, completely unable to arrest the momentum of his ultimate strike. The legendary blade Autumn Frost, carrying the force to cleave a mountain in twain, hurtled mercilessly down toward the Senior Apprentice's unprotected head.
"Shen Zechuan, move your ass off the ground!" Ji'an screamed, reaching out to grab his robes.
