C8 A Strange Car Accident.

Ye Chenxi's eyes widened in shock as the massive golden cup car barreled towards her. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she attempted to swerve out of the way, but the car seemed to be targeting her exact path, slamming into her vehicle with force!

Despite Ye Chenxi slamming the brakes to the floor, the golden cup car seemed to accelerate, crashing into her head-on!

With a thunderous crash, Ye Chenxi's car was sent spinning through the air. The impact from the golden cup car was undeniably devastating.

Coughing, Ye Chenxi managed to ask, "Chu Qing, are you okay?"

Her car was now billowing black smoke; the engine appeared to be ablaze. Upon opening her eyes, her immediate concern was for Chu Qing, who was right beside her.

It was then she noticed something was terribly wrong. Chu Qing stood rigidly in front of her, having absorbed the full brunt of the collision with his own body.

Ye Chenxi's eyes were wide with disbelief. Chu Qing seemed transformed, no longer the man she knew from yesterday. He now resembled a formidable assassin from the dark underworld, his aura one of lethal intent and chilling detachment.

Moreover, he was surrounded by a golden glow, a protective light that had spared him from more severe harm.

Chu Qing grunted, "Damn it!" Ye Chenxi's heart raced as she felt a wetness on his back. Pulling her hand away, she saw it was smeared with fresh blood.

Panic surged through Ye Chenxi as she asked, "Chu Qing, are you injured?" She had endured many wounds without a flinch, but the sight of Chu Qing's blood threw her into turmoil. Her man had shielded her from danger, a fact that shook her deeply.

Without hesitation, Chu Qing commanded, "We need to get out first!" With that, he punched the car door, his arm shimmering with a faint golden light, and shattered it completely.

Chu Qing then rolled out of the car with Ye Chenxi in his arms, narrowly escaping the wrecked vehicle.

"Let me see your wounds," Ye Chenxi urged, examining Chu Qing. His back was a tapestry of fine cuts, one particularly severe from a piece of metal that had pierced through from the car window.

"Your injuries are severe! We need to get to a hospital!" Ye Chenxi's anxiety was palpable.

Chu Qing, however, pulled her to safety behind him and countered, "That's not an option. Do you think this is over?" From the golden cup car in the distance, five or six muscular women emerged, some brandishing machetes and steel pipes.

Chu Qing was momentarily at a loss for words, wondering how Ye Chenxi had managed to survive until now.

Unbeknownst to him, it was his injuries that had thrown Ye Chenxi into disarray.

Regaining her composure, Ye Chenxi declared, "They're here to assassinate me!" She squinted at the six approaching women, her eyes alight with fierce determination. "You failed to take me down, so now it's my turn for revenge. I am the ruler of Jin City's underground forces. I am anything but weak."

Chu Qing flexed his arms, ready to confront the women now closing in. One swung a silver machete at him, underestimating him as a feeble man.

A fierce glint sparked in Chu Qing's eyes. "Underestimated by these women again," he thought. His arm blazed with golden light as he prepared to end the fight swiftly. Despite the iron bar wedged in his bones, he knew he couldn't afford to linger; even with his resilience, the injury could become grave.

The silver machete came down hard on Chu Qing's arm, emitting a sound akin to steel scraping against steel. Yet, Chu Qing managed to block the attack with his right arm!

Shock flashed in the burly woman's eyes. But before she could react, Chu Qing was already moving faster than she could anticipate.

His left fist glowed with a golden aura as he struck her in the abdomen. Infused with Spiritual Energy, this punch would have been unbearable for anyone not versed in Ancient Martial Arts.

The woman staggered back four steps, a muffled groan escaping her lips as the golden radiance from Chu Qing's fist seemed to detonate within her, ravaging her internal organs.

Looking up in astonishment, she was met with a golden-lit leg that mercilessly struck her face.

The burly woman was sent flying, her machete clattering to the ground. The fight was over.

In a mere three exchanges, Chu Qing had effortlessly dispatched his opponent.

His gaze shifted to Ye Chenxi, who was in peril. Despite her training in Ancient Martial Arts, she was struggling against the coordinated assault of five enemies. A deep gash had already formed across her abdomen in just seconds.

A murderous glint appeared in Chu Qing's eyes as he kicked the machete into his grip.

The moment Chu Qing wielded the blade, an unparalleled edge seemed to emanate from him—the edge of a sword.

As the Sword Immortal renowned for his dominance in the Alien World, with sword in hand, he was the Sword Immortal Chu Qing.

The silver blade shimmered with a touch of Daoist Gold. In an instant, Chu Qing charged at the burly woman.

A dull thud sounded as she was struck on the neck by Chu Qing's blade, collapsing to the ground. Of course, he had used the blunt side; otherwise, her head would have been severed.

Chu Qing was uncertain about the rules of killing in this place and opted not to complicate matters for Ye Chenxi.

Meanwhile, the remaining four burly women were utterly shocked. They hadn't expected the seemingly frail man to knock down one of their own so swiftly.

Ye Chenxi, on the other hand, was delighted. She hadn't foreseen Chu Qing taking down two enemies so quickly, significantly easing her burden.

Yet, what followed took her by even greater surprise.

With a cold huff, Chu Qing's blade danced again, transforming into a streak of golden light as he circled to an enemy's rear and struck once more.

Another adversary fell.

The last three women couldn't afford to underestimate him any longer. But now, Ye Chenxi's competitive nature was ignited. She wouldn't let her partner steal all the limelight—it was her turn to shine.

With a single-handed Monument Opening Hand, Ye Chenxi floored another burly woman who failed to dodge in time.

Chu Qing faced the final two enemies alone and, within three rounds, he had them all defeated.

Ye Chenxi chuckled, "I never knew you were this formidable!" As she wrapped an arm around Chu Qing's shoulders, the edge in his eyes softened. Had it not been for the risk of causing Ye Chenxi undue trouble, he would have slain all six adversaries without hesitation.

Indeed, the Sword Immortal Chu Qing was as loyal to his friends as he was relentless to his foes.

Dropping the silver machete, Chu Qing turned to Ye Chenxi and remarked, "I spared them. I guess the rest is up to you to handle."