Xuan Zi's infuriating expression left Wang Yan stunned for a moment.
"Gone." How could he say it so calmly?
Wang Yan was shaken to the core. "Gone? Why are they gone? Where are his legs, Elder Xuan?"
"Why didn't you bring Yuhao's legs back?"
Wang Yan continued to question him. Yes, he was questioning him. He couldn't understand it. Xuan Zi was a Titled Douluo at level 98. Why hadn't he noticed the danger sooner? Why hadn't he stepped in sooner?
He was truly furious. If it weren't for Huo Yuhao, they might have been completely wiped out this time.
And now, their greatest contributor had lost his legs. They hadn't even brought them back. Was this how a hero deserved to be treated?
Wang Yan's words annoyed Xuan Zi greatly. How could this be his fault? He might have been in the wrong, but what about the rest of them?
Their opponent was only a Soul King. Couldn't they even handle a Soul King? Could Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng not deal with one Soul King? They were all useless.
He badly wanted to curse them out, but he couldn't. He only dared to say those things in his heart. If Mu En found out, he'd lose a layer of skin.
But he didn't think he'd done anything wrong. It was a trial, and deaths were normal. How could that be his fault?
Fine, I was wrong. But putting the facts aside, weren't any of you at fault?
If you'd been more capable, would this have happened?!
Xuan Zi cursed them furiously in his heart. What a bunch of good-for-nothings who could ruin anything.
Facing Wang Yan's questioning, Xuan Zi forced down his anger and held back his urge to explode. He tried to speak as calmly as possible.