Bai Ling's movements were too fast, almost in an instant he reached Lin Chen and Zhao Xiaowen.

"Kid, get lost," Bai Ling swung his palm toward Lin Chen.

A cold glint flashed through Lin Chen's eyes; this guy was far too arrogant. There was no deep hatred between the two, yet he struck with such ruthlessness.

Just as Lin Chen was about to throw a punch in retaliation, suddenly a petite figure stepped in front of him.

"Xiaowen!"

In Xiaowen's eyes, a touch of tenderness could be seen as tears slid down from the corner of her eye, "Lin Chen, I'm sorry..."

Bai Ling was a Kunlun disciple, with formidable strength. Being chosen by a Kunlun disciple would be a tremendous honor for anyone else, but for Zhao Xiaowen, it was a disaster.

That day, a woman claiming to be her biological mother appeared before her and revealed her origins.

The woman, named Mei Ling, was Zhao Xiaowen's birth mother. She had been silently watching over Xiaowen for eighteen years to avoid a vendetta.

Although Xiaowen was moved, she outright rejected the marriage arrangement when she heard about it.

However, when Zhao Xiaowen learned that if she refused the marriage arrangement Lin Chen would be killed, she still agreed with tears in her eyes.

Zhao Xiaowen's heart had long belonged to Lin Chen. She didn't want her beloved man to suffer any harm.

Facing Lin Chen again, she had intended to firmly refuse and make Lin Chen give up, but when Bai Ling made his move against Lin Chen, she still unhesitatingly stepped in front of him.

"Silly girl, you still love me, don't you?" Lin Chen smiled. Suddenly, he fiercely pulled Zhao Xiaowen into his embrace, turning his body to shield her in his arms.

"Bang!"

Bai Ling's powerful palm strike hit Lin Chen hard on the back.

Lin Chen was sent flying with a palm strike, crashing onto the roadside with Zhao Xiaowen in his arms.

Blood stained the corner of his mouth, but his face still wore a smile.

"Lin Chen, why did you take that hit for me!" Zhao Xiaowen, seeing Lin Chen vomiting blood profusely, embraced him as tears streamed down her face.

"I've said before, I am your Flower-Protecting Messenger. I won't let anyone hurt you," Lin Chen coughed up blood and managed a faint smile.

"You fool!" Zhao Xiaowen took out a handkerchief to wipe off Lin Chen's blood.

"You haven't answered my question yet, do you love me or not?" Lin Chen, holding Zhao Xiaowen's wrist, fixed his gaze on her face.

"Love, of course, I love you," Zhao Xiaowen nodded incessantly.

Not far off, Bai Ling's face darkened as he slowly walked over, "Boy, you dare to covet my woman, you deserve to die."

"Enough, Bai Ling, if you dare to touch Lin Chen again, then I will die right before your eyes," Zhao Xiaowen declared, blocking Lin Chen, her eyes showing resolute determination.

"You!" Bai Ling paused in his steps.

Zhao Xiaowen possessed an ancient bloodline; being with her could vastly benefit his cultivation. Faced with Zhao Xiaowen's threat of death, he didn't dare to push too hard.

"Don't worry, I'll go with you, but you can't hurt Lin Chen anymore, otherwise, I'll die right before your eyes," Zhao Xiaowen said coldly.

Bai Ling frowned and gave a slight nod, "Fine, I promise you, but you have to come with me now."

"Lin Chen, I'm sorry, I will keep myself for you for three years. In three years, I will wait for you at the summit of Kunlun," Zhao Xiaowen's eyes brimming with tears, lowered her head to kiss Lin Chen's lips, then turned and ran into the car.

"Xiaowen!" Lin Chen watched the figure in the Range Rover, his fists clenched so tight that his fingernails dug into his flesh, blood seeping out, but he was oblivious to it.

Bai Ling gave Lin Chen a cold look, "Boy, you are nothing but an ant before our Kunlun, now and the same in three years."

"Is that so?" Lin Chen spat out another mouthful of blood and shakily stood.

Pointing his finger at Bai Ling, he declared, "In three years, I will ascend Kunlun to take Xiaowen back."

"Hahaha, you think you have that chance?" Bai Ling laughed loudly as he turned and walked away.

Mei Ling walked up to Lin Chen and sighed, "Lin Chen, I know how much you care about Xiaowen, but Kunlun is not something you can provoke. With your skills, living a carefree life would be easy. Forget about Xiaowen."

Lin Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze filled with determination, "I promised Xiaowen that I would ascend Kunlun in three years, so I must go."

Mei Ling's eyes flickered with surprise and a hint of admiration, "Good, Xiaowen and I will wait for you."

She handed Lin Chen a Hemostatic Pill and turned to leave, the Range Rover started up and disappeared in an instant.

In the car, Zhao Xiaowen bit her lips, "Bai Ling, you can't touch me for three years. After three years, I will become your wife."

Bai Ling's mouth curled into a cold smirk, "Waiting for that guy, are you? Ha-ha, fine, I can promise not to touch you for three years, but remember your own words."

While speaking, Bai Ling took out his phone and quietly sent a text message that read: "Kill him!"

Then he pocketed his phone, a sinister smile on his lips, "A three-year pledge, huh? Today I will turn you into a wandering ghost!"

Lin Chen watched as the Range Rover disappeared, a shadow cast across his eyes.

Since having the popularity system, he had always been riding high, but today he realized his own insignificance.

"Xiaowen, rest assured, one day I will storm Kunlun and take you away!"

Lin Chen made up his mind just as he was about to return to his BMW, when suddenly a Volkswagen sedan stopped beside him.

"Hm!" Lin Chen's gaze turned icy, warily staring at the Volkswagen sedan.

The car door opened, and a bald elder stepped out.

As soon as he got out of the car, an overwhelming aura swept over.

"A late-stage Golden Core expert!"

Seeing the newcomer, Lin Chen tensed up. His own cultivation was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, and even at his peak, it was very hard to contend with a late-stage Golden Core expert, let alone now that he was severely wounded.

The bald elder stepped out of the car, his gaze icy as he stared at Lin Chen, "On the young master's orders, your life is forfeit, boy. In your next life, be smarter. There are some people you just can't afford to provoke."

Without giving Lin Chen a chance to respond, the bald elder's body transformed into a shadow and suddenly appeared in front of Lin Chen.

"Such speed!" Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Die!" The bald elder swung his fist towards Lin Chen's face.

As he watched the fist rapidly grow larger, a golden light flickered in Lin Chen's eyes, "Annihilate!"

"Hm!" The bald elder's body paused, but he quickly recovered.

Damn, the disparity in strength is too great; 'Annihilate' is completely ineffective.

Lin Chen took advantage of the brief interval to explosively retreat.

"The young upstart knows some tricks, but thinking you can escape from me is pure fantasy!" The bald elder's eyes flashed with a cold glint, as he struck out with another palm.

Feeling the impending death behind him drawing nearer, Lin Chen knew he couldn't avoid it and had no choice but to turn around and meet the blow with his palm.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Lin Chen's body flew backward and slammed against a tree trunk.

"Puh!"

A fresh gush of blood sprayed out, and Lin Chen felt his consciousness blurring.

He saw a figure slowly walking towards him, "Time to die, boy!"

"Stop!" Suddenly, a voice as resonant as a great bell rang out.

However, the figure did not halt, and Lin Chen felt a heavy blow to his chest as his body was propelled through the air once more.

"No!" Watching Lin Chen being struck by the palm, the newly arrived Elder Hua's face split with rage.