Zhao Wuji

Two days later, Heaven Dou Empire southeastern border.

The official road gradually narrows here, the trees on both sides become denser, and the outline of the skyline in the distance is already the stretching shadow of Star Dou Great Forest.

The carriage driven by Wu Yuan is moving forward at a constant speed, the wheels running over the gravel and making regular rumble sounds.

suddenly--

In the middle of the road ahead, a strong figure suddenly stopped in front of the carriage!

The two horses pulling the cart neighed in fright and raised their front hooves high.

Wu Yuan looked sharply and tightened the reins instantly. Soul Power had an undercurrent and forcibly stabilized the car.

The inertia of the carriage's sudden stop caused Dai Tianyu in the carriage to stagger and almost hit the wall of the carriage.

"What's going on?" He opened the car curtain and stuck his head out and asked.

In the middle of the road, they saw an unusually burly man with his back to them.

The strong man's naked upper body was tangled with muscles, stained with dust and dark brown blood, and on his back - he was carrying a young boy with mutilated flesh and blood and dying!

The young man was covered in blood, his limbs were limp, his head was weakly leaning on the strong man's shoulder, and his face was as pale as paper.

The strong man turned around sharply.

His face was full of anger, but at this moment it was full of anxiety and restlessness. His bell-like eyes swept across the people in front of the carriage, and he roared:

"Hey! Do you have any therapeutic Soul Master?!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward and directly reached out to grab the collar of a guard at the front of the team!

The guard was caught off guard, and he lifted his feet almost off the ground.

The strong man's palm gripped the guard's collar like an iron pincer, spittle almost spraying onto the guard's face, and his voice sounded extremely rude due to his eagerness:

"Speak! Is there anyone?! Human life is at stake!!"

This sudden change made the faces of everyone present instantly darken.

The wilderness, the strange strong men, the bloody wounded, the rough way of blocking the road - everything is weird and dangerous.

Dai Tianyu's little face also tensed up. He quickly got out of the carriage and looked ahead warily.

Wu Yuan took a step forward, hiding Dai Tianyu behind him.

His eyes were locked on the strong man like a hawk, and Soul Power perception quietly unfolded - in just a moment, he found out the details of the other person:

Level 72 Soul Saint. Breath disorder.

The judgment has been made, Wu Yuan will stop talking nonsense.

Soul Power exploded all over him, and a cold and sharp aura instantly filled the air!

A blood-red shadow condensed behind him - it was a fox-shaped Martial Soul with red body and purple eyes. Its tail was as fluffy as flames, and its sharp claws loomed with cold light.

Underfoot, seven Spirit Ring rise in sequence:

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

The pressure of Level 77 Soul Saint was released without reservation, like an invisible wall, slamming into the strong man!

Wu Yuan asked the strong man in a cold voice:

"Your Excellency, what do you mean by stopping in front of the carriage I'm waiting for?"

The strong man was shocked all over!

He clearly felt the Soul Power Level emanating from Wu Yuan—level seventy-seven, a full five levels higher than him!

And the evil aura exuded by Blood Demon Fox Martial Soul made him feel palpitations instinctively.

The strong man immediately released his grip on the guard's collar, even took half a step back, cupped his fists and saluted, and his tone instantly changed from rude to eager and polite explanation:

"Zhao Wuji, I mean no harm!"

"It's really... the student below is in critical condition. There is no village or shop in this wilderness. I've been looking for a long time but I haven't found anyone who can save my life..."

He turned sideways, revealing the unconscious young man on his back, with obvious trembling and pleading in his voice:

"I had no choice but to stop the car! Please forgive me!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji lower his posture, Wu Yuan's expression softened slightly.

He put away part of the pressure, but Martial Soul did not dissipate. His eyes fell on the seriously injured young man and he frowned slightly.

Slowly stepping forward, Wu Yuan stretched out his hand to explore the young man's wrist, and a wisp of Soul Power seeped in like silk.

For a moment, his frown deepened.

Wu Yuan took back his hand and raised his eyes to look at Zhao Wuji, with clear doubts in his eyes:

"What... has this kid been through?"

"Such a serious injury does not seem to be caused by trauma - the meridians in his body were torn in many places, and all the five internal organs were shocked. Soul Power is even more..."

He paused and considered his words before continuing:

"Nearly exhausted and scattered. Moreover, his Martial Soul..."

Zhao Wuji Hearing this, the flesh on his face suddenly twitched.

Guilt, anger, regret... all kinds of emotions surged violently in his eyes, and finally turned into an extremely suppressed growl squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I was deceived by a liar who was just looking for fame!"

"The Spirit Ring absorbed... far exceeded his endurance limit!"

He took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, before speaking the second half of the sentence:

"Martial Soul... it's also useless."

After saying this, Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his head, his bell-like eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and looked at Wu Yuan eagerly:

"Brother! Do you have any treatment for Soul Master?!"

"Can... save this child first?! He, he won't last long!"

Wu Yuan looked at the almost overflowing anxiety and despair in Zhao Wuji's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and nodded.

He turned around and walked quickly towards the carriage where Dai Tianyu was, and the voice followed his steps:

"Please wait a moment. Please ask my Young Master for instructions on this matter."

However, as soon as he took two steps, he saw Dai Tianyu taking the initiative to walk over from the carriage.

The eight-year-old boy stood on tiptoe, looking curiously at Zhao Wuji and the bloody boy, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Wu, what's wrong with these two people?"

Wu Yuan quickly repeated what Zhao Wuji said.

Dai Tianyu listened very carefully, with no expression on his face, but immediately nodded after listening and looked at Wu Yuan:

"Then do we treat Soul Master here?"

Wu Yuan nodded:

"Yes."

"On this trip, the Zhu Family head has a relatively complete staff. There is a Support System Soul Master, Martial Soul'Youlan' at the Soul Ancestor level in the team. Their auxiliary abilities are focused on treatment and recovery."

Dai Tianyu heard this, waved his hand without hesitation and said hurriedly:

"Then what are you waiting for? Call people over and save them quickly!"

The tone was crisp and clear, with the undisguised eagerness unique to a child.

Wu Yuan's eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible hint of approval, and he immediately responded:

"Yes."

He turned around and walked towards the carriages accompanying him behind him, and whispered a few instructions to one of them.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a pale blue robe and a pale face followed quickly.

Dai Tianyu also trotted behind them and returned to Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji saw someone approaching, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he quickly carefully picked up Mo Xuan on his back into his arms, and rushed to the front of the people in three steps at a time.