"Hmph!"
Yang Chen let out a muffled groan, feeling as if a burning hot iron hammer had slammed into his chest, sending his whole body flying.
After retreating two steps, Yang Chen barely steadied himself, but found it difficult to remain standing and had to kneel on one knee, using his hand to support his weight on the ground.
"Hmph! Pfft!" Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
Yang Chen sensed that the burning force had damaged many of the meridians in his body; if it weren't for the cultivation technique suppressing it, this blow might have cost him his life.
Yang Chen couldn't help but sigh bitterly in his heart, "I've come to rescue my wife, but instead of being killed by the enemy, I'm about to be killed by my own wife!"
At this moment, Yang Chen saw Ye Xin flipping back to her feet.
He was startled and instinctively stepped back.
"Honey!" Ye Xin shouted at Yang Chen while staring at him.
Yang Chen was stunned and looked at Ye Xin in surprise.
