Yuan Chujun sensed it too and reached out to stop it, but he was a step too slow.
Just then, Jinbao's body suddenly swelled in size. He turned, wrapped Fang Qingyuan in an embrace, and prepared to take the blow with his back.
But a moment later, Jinbao felt as if nothing had happened. He was a bit puzzled. Just then, Fang Qingyuan patted his arm and said:
"Loosen your grip a little. You're about to crush me to death."
At Fang Qingyuan's reminder, Jinbao sheepishly removed his thick arms. When he turned around, he saw an elegant black panther extending its left foreleg. A single sharp claw was pressed against the tip of the approaching Magical Artifact, which was swirling with roiling black energy.
"A Demonic Magical Artifact. You're courting death!"
The black panther coldly spat out these words, then unleashed the immense pressure of a Golden Core, forcing all the other Cultivators—everyone except Fang Qingyuan and his companion—to the ground.
