Everyone present, including Yang Wudi, who had been about to rush over to help Danheng out, sucked in a cold breath.
"Pfft!"
The young man embedded in the city wall suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes went unfocused, and he looked half dead.
"You—"
The young man managed only that one word before his head lolled to the side and he passed out.
The soldiers at the city gate quickly assembled. Seeing that things had gone south, the surrounding bystanders promptly slipped away.
What was happening here had already gone beyond the kind of spectacle they could watch.
"Wait! Nobody make a move!"
Yang Wudi hurried forward and positioned himself between Danheng and the Star Luo Empire soldiers.
If Danheng started fighting these Star Luo soldiers...
Yang Wudi could already foresee the consequences.
"I am Yang Wudi, clan head of the Breaking Clan. This Lord is a close friend of mine. I can vouch for his identity. Is that enough?"
When they heard Yang Wudi address him as "Lord," the Star Luo soldiers were stunned.
Had they just been planning to fight a Titled Douluo?
"Clan Head Yang, is that true?"
The captain stepped forward. He knew Yang Wudi—a powerful eight-ringed Soul Douluo with an eccentric temperament.
For a man like that to show such reverence toward this seemingly young fellow... could he really be a Titled Douluo?
"Of course it's true. Do you insist on making His Lordship display his Soul Rings?"
"That won't be necessary."
Seeing how serious Yang Wudi was, the captain instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
Luckily, they had not acted rashly.
If Danheng really displayed his Soul Rings, the implications would be entirely different!
"If you hurry and get him treated, he might still recover."
Once Danheng saw the soldiers