"Ahem, ahem."
Ye Xinglan watched the scenery around them change rapidly and let out a soft cough from her throat.
At that moment, Nan Fusheng was carrying her princess-style as he raced down the road. He glanced sideways slightly and asked with concern, "Weren't you being a little too reckless? A Spirit Emperor actually dared to clash head-on with a Soul Douluo."
Ye Xinglan shifted a little uneasily in Nan Fusheng's arms, trying to break free, but the series of attacks earlier had left her severely overdrawn. After struggling to no avail, she could only helplessly settle down in his embrace.
Hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Ye Xinglan retorted, "Wasn't it because I received your mental intent that I dared to do that? That Duanmu Yan was far too strong. Even if the two of us joined hands, I doubt we'd have been able to gain any advantage against him."
"If we wanted to escape smoothly, we could only take advantage of his carelessness. First, we had to make him think I wanted to fight him head-on because I had broken through to Sword Soul in the middle of battle."
"But who could have expected that I would also take the chance to break through to Soul Saint and use my Martial Soul Avatar? It was only by relying on the power of the Martial Soul Avatar that we caught him off guard."
After confirming that no one was pursuing them from behind, Nan Fusheng swiftly took out a High-altitude Flying Car from his Storage Soul Tool, opened the front passenger door, gently placed Ye Xinglan inside, then immediately started the flying car.
The flying car rose into the air and sped toward Skysea City. Nan Fusheng asked casually, "But you don't seem to be in much better shape either. How