Little Brother, Big Sister Will Cherish You Well

Wu Qi stood firm, his body straight as a pine, his expression calm.

"Isn't this little trick of yours a bit too despicable?"

No one would have expected bandits to appear on the official road leading to Heaven Dou City.

After all, under normal circumstances, the closer one got to a major city, the better the public security should be.

It was no wonder the merchants who stopped here to rest had fallen for it so easily.

"Big Sis, let me handle this. This kid is only a Soul Elder," said a burly man, his head held high.

So what if they had been discovered? Wu Qi was alone and only an entry-level Soul Elder. Could he possibly escape their grasp?

To them, Wu Qi stepping forward only proved that he had a bit of brains, but the outcome was already set.

"No, no, no." The leading woman licked the sharp blade in her hand. "Such a handsome young man is truly rare. I really want to catch him and properly train him."

As she spoke, she stepped forward a few paces. "Little brother, be good and let Big Sister cripple your cultivation. In the future, Big Sister will cherish you properly."

Wu Qi asked flatly, "So, I don't have to die?"

He had to admit that the woman had some looks, but her wolfish, tiger-like behavior was truly revolting.

The leading woman did not deny it. The fire in her heart could no longer be restrained, and as she stared at Wu Qi's face, she looked utterly intoxicated.

Wu Qi suddenly revealed a faint smile. "Unfortunately, if you won't kill me, I want to kill you."

"Move!"

The leading woman and the burly men all froze, their gazes warily sweeping their surroundings.

A minute later, the first thing they heard was not an enemy attack, but Qian Gu Changkong's complaining voice. "Brother Wu, your medicine doesn't work! They still haven't woken up!"

Wu Qi's expression stiffened.

Could the antidote powder be fake? Had Yue Guan deliberately given it to him as a joke?

Before he could think further, a large hand grabbed his calf. "Little friend, thank you."

Well then, this bunch had been pretending to sleep.

Several middle-aged men rose to their feet, and Soul Rings immediately appeared around them.

One Soul King, and three high-level Soul Ancestors!

These four were guards from their respective merchant caravans. If the antidote powder had not taken effect, they might have been murdered in their sleep!

The leading woman was greatly alarmed, her face gradually twisting into something ferocious. "What did you do? Why didn't the Muscle Fracture Powder work?!"

Wu Qi remained calm on the surface, though inwardly he could not help feeling fortunate.

He knew nothing about medicine. He only knew that the ingredients for the antidote powder were expensive, and that Chrysanthemum Douluo had praised it highly.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly. "You dared to rob and murder people on an official road. It seems you have no regard for the dignity of the Heaven Dou Empire!"

"Don't worry, the Heaven Dou Empire won't need to arrest you. We'll eliminate you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards unleashed their spirit skills and tangled with the bandits.

Wu Qi grabbed Qian Gu Changkong and fled the inn amid the chaos.

"Brother Wu, we should help them!" Qian Gu Changkong said anxiously.

"Don't let your blood get to your head. We leave first!" Wu Qi frowned.

Joining that melee—were they tired of living?

Their Soul Power Levels were basically at the bottom among that group.

This was not training. It was a genuine life-and-death battle. If they had a chance to escape, why put themselves in danger?

Wu Qi had no time to explain any of this. He simply kept dragging Qian Gu Changkong away.

They wanted to leave, but someone clearly did not want to let them escape.

Sensing a change in the flow of air beside him, Wu Qi shoved Qian Gu Changkong aside and dodged sideways at the same time.

An invisible arrow, carrying the sound of tearing wind, streaked past in front of him.

A bow-type martial spirit!

Wu Qi's heart tightened.

He knew this type of martial spirit all too well.

During his years in Spirit City, Guang Ling Douluo had often "dragged" him away to train his reaction speed.

Bow-type martial spirits were classified as Agility Attack-Type Spirit Masters. Their close-combat ability was far weaker than that of other Battle Spirit Masters of the same level. Thus, relying on their speed advantage, they could practically fire one arrow and change positions.

They were extremely troublesome to encounter in the wild!

After sparring with Guang Ling Douluo many times, Wu Qi had never once managed to catch his true body.

However, the strength of the person ambushing them from the shadows was far inferior to Guang Ling Douluo's. It was not impossible to locate them!

"Changkong, draw their fire!" Wu Qi shouted.

Qian Gu Changkong had quite a few complaints in his heart, but his actions were utterly honest.

The Coiling Dragon Staff Spirit spun in his hand as his body moved in irregular evasive patterns.

Whoosh~

Another invisible arrow shot toward him. Wu Qi fired a Feather Blade to block it.

At the same time, Wu Qi memorized the direction from which the arrow had come.

As arrow after arrow flew at him, he used their trajectories to roughly deduce the opponent's location.

The Crane Cloud Wings and Luan Wings overlapped, propelling him at an unbelievable speed!

In the distance, Wang Qing's expression changed drastically. "A mere Soul Elder actually found my position."

He was a Soul King. To satisfy his twisted sense of amusement, he often broke his prey's spirit first before delivering the fatal blow.

Had he attacked with all his strength from the start, Wu Qi and the other would undoubtedly have died. But now that his position had been exposed, he could not help feeling uneasy when facing an agility-type battle Soul Elder.

Close combat was not his strong suit. And could a Soul Elder capable of locating him possibly be an ordinary Soul Elder?

The white Soul Ring beneath Wang Qing's feet flashed. "First Soul Skill, Gleaming Arrow."

He drew his bow to a full moon, and the arrow whistled out, erupting in a dazzling burst of light midair.

Seeing Wu Qi draw closer step by step while no one came to support him, he could not help cursing, "Damn it, Chen Fang, what the hell are you people doing?"

The distance was too great. He only knew that fighting had broken out inside the inn, but he had no idea how the battle was going.

"Wind Blade Flight!"

Feather Blades filled the sky like iron cavalry charging across the wilderness, sweeping toward him at terrifying speed and with overwhelming force.

Wang Qing did not dare lower his guard. "Fourth Soul Skill, Ice Seal Arrow."

The arrow struck the ground before him. Within a radius of twenty meters, the temperature suddenly plummeted, and droplets in the air gathered before him into a solid wall of ice!

Clang! Clang!

The Feather Blades struck the ice wall, scattering ice crystals into the air.

Seeing the ice wall about to shatter, Wang Qing swiftly retreated.

"What the hell kind of Soul Elder is this? His attack power doesn't even lose to that of a low-rank Soul Ancestor!"

At the same time, he understood something. A youth with such strength had to come from some major power.

If he managed to escape, their mountain stronghold would face nothing but destruction.

Even while retreating, Wang Qing did not forget to fire sneak arrows.

Wu Qi was extremely sensitive to the flow of air. As long as he did not rush in recklessly, ordinary arrows posed no threat to him.

Meanwhile, high in the sky.

Wu Qi and Qian Gu Changkong were key figures being cultivated by the Worship Hall. It would not be an exaggeration to call them the successors of the worshippers.

How could they possibly travel outside without powerful experts accompanying them?

Golden Eagle Douluo watched the scene before him, unable to help feeling both absurd and terrified.

A Soul Elder was relentlessly chasing down and attacking a Soul King. Was this still the Spirit Master world he knew?

No matter how weak Wang Qing was in close combat, he was still a Soul King. How could he fear a Soul Elder?

As a Douluo, Golden Eagle naturally understood the reason.

Wang Qing had clearly been intimidated by Wu Qi's momentum. At the same time, Wu Qi's astonishing reaction speed and attack power made him unwilling to clash head-on.

Still, Golden Eagle simply could not believe that a Soul Elder's calmness in battle was no less than that of a Soul Emperor!