"Wen Bin has had it rough, with none of his family left except him and Xiao Ya, and Xiao Ya has come down with a serious illness. How are they going to get through these days?" "Wen Bin, come with me—I know of a business that can make a fortune! Once we’ve made enough money, we can cure Xiao Ya!" Memories flooded his mind, replaying frame by frame. Suddenly, Hong Wenbin bellowed, "Die—!!" He watched as someone wielding a long knife chopped down at him. He grabbed the assailant’s wrist and snatched the long knife. Heads flew, blood sprayed from severed necks, spattering the sand with a gruesome trail. "Brother, brother—!!" Seeing him injured so grievously, Hong Xiangjun felt a sour tightness in her nose. She jumped down from her horse and recklessly charged into the crowd. Dong Huiying let out a sigh upon seeing this. Then, she patted Liang Haoming on the arm. Liang Haoming hesitated slightly before holding her in his arms as they jumped down from the horse’s back. Once they landed, they charged into the fray right behind Hong Xiangjun. Liang Haoming guarded his wife’s side, accompanying her as they charged forward into battle. His wife was incredibly strong; with her fists clenched, she was like a human tank, fiercely pushing ahead. Liang Haoming suddenly gasped as he saw a female warrior from The Outside swing a long knife and wound his wife’s shoulder. Although he blurted out a warning, it was too late. He watched helplessly as his wife’s flesh split open, her sleeve quickly soaking with blood, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Although Dong Huiying was injured, she felt nothing. Glancing at her own shoulder, she grabbed the person who had struck her and pounded them with several punches. Bones snapped loudly under her fists, and finally, she lifted the woman, who was spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and violently tossed her away. Liang Haoming bit his lip, and then, like a man possessed, he started removing every obstacle in their path, often before his wife could even raise her hand. He would rather get hurt himself than let her bleed even a drop. She looked sideways at the man fiercely striking down enemy after enemy. Every time someone attacked her, he would rush forward. He wasn’t just accompanying her; he was protecting her from all sides, impenetrable from any direction, no matter how fierce the enemy’s assault was, keeping her perfectly safe. She had no doubt that if this man could perform the Splitting Technique, he would have created several copies of himself to ensure her safety and prevent her from sustaining any injuries whatsoever. But she didn’t want to be his weakness; what she sought was to fight shoulder to shoulder with him! Thus, she paid special attention, supporting Liang Haoming in battle while ensuring her own protection. United in heart, together, they were as strong as metal cut through gold! She knew that when she was hurt, the pain was in his heart. Even if not for her own sake but just for him, she had to protect herself! The rescue came so unexpectedly that Hong Wenbin was caught off guard. When a woman, bloodied and clutching her wounded abdomen, rushed to him, he was stunned, dumbfounded, and overwhelmed as if in a dream. The woman’s lips trembled; her face was splattered with blood, but also streaked with tears, as she softly called out to him, "Brother..." Hong Wenbin’s eyes reddened as he opened his mouth and hoarsely asked, "...Xiangxiang?" So many years had passed since they last saw each other. She had grown taller, and her features had fully matured. The once tender and innocent Xiao Ya had turned into a fully grown woman.