"It's fine. I can still fight!" Xiao Chen shook his head.
Soul Elegy concerned Wen Haishan's life and death. How could he retreat?
Although Wen Wanrong had never treated him like a human being, a heartless mother who favored her younger son.
To be fair, Wen Haishan had truly treated him well.
At first, he had been deceived by Wen Wanrong and Xiao Lingtian and wanted to capture him and take him back to apologize to Xiao Lingtian.
But after learning the truth, he had always cared deeply for him.
Most recently, he had even spared no expense, staking his entire fortune and his very life to save him.
This debt of gratitude had to be repaid.
"Young Master, you're wounded this badly. How can you still fight? If it really comes to it, Old Master and I should just snatch it!" Second Master said anxiously, lowering his voice.
Although there were quite a few Half-Emperors present, everyone's attention was currently fixed on the battlefield. If he caught them off guard, rushed into Soul Lotus Cave, and stole Soul Elegy, there was still a twenty or thirty percent chance that he could escape with Soul Elegy.
"Young Master, if it truly comes to that, Second Bro's suggestion is not a bad one. You cannot fight again now. You need to find somewhere and heal as quickly as possible," Old Master said.
Xiao Chen shook his head. "I still have another trump card. It can suppress my injuries!"
"A trump card? Young Master, you're injured to this extent. Even if you possessed a heaven-piercing divine art, there's no way you could suppress all these injuries in such a short time. Give up on Soul Elegy!" Old Master grew anxious.
Xiao Chen's injuries were far too severe. For now, his life was