A disciple of the Qian Family recognized Dazhu and cursed, "Chen Dazhu, just keep swinging your hammer and mind your own business!"
Dazhu sneered, "None of your damn business!"
Mo Hua had an exceptional Divine Sense. When a punch from a Qian Family disciple was thrown, he noticed that Dazhu had already positioned himself behind him, so he didn't dodge.
Of course, it was also because he couldn't have dodged even if he wanted to.
The fist of a sixth-level Qi Refinement Body Cultivator was quite fast, and powerful Divine Sense allowed Mo Hua adequate reaction time, but his frail physique was not enough to support such a reaction.
Luckily, Dazhu took the punch for him.
In Mo Hua's memory, Dazhu was always the Refinery Apprentice who smiled naively, treated people generously, and liked to come to his house for noodles. But now, Dazhu's expression was cold with a hint of ruthlessness.
"Chen Dazhu, get out of the way!" the Qian Family disciple threatened.
