Cough, cough.
Ning Chen clutched his chest, where blood flowed without stop, and coughed violently several times. Then silver light flared from his right hand, instantly freezing the wound shut. He ignored it after that.
As for the other wounds on his body, none were fatal. It would not be too late to treat them after he found Mu Chengxue.
Ning Chen continued his search. Not far behind him, the Dark Dragon Guard's expression had turned exceedingly grim. Staring at the figure before him, he blustered despite his inner weakness. "Prince Yan, I will truthfully report today's events to His Majesty when I return. I hope you will conduct yourself wisely."
"Heh." Prince Yan chuckled softly and stepped forward to follow Ning Chen.
"I'll be waiting."
The Dark Dragon Guard's expression shifted again and again. Then his figure flashed, turning into a streak of light as he sped back the way he had come.
He had to report today's events to the Xia Emperor as quickly as possible. Ning Chen's growth was far too terrifying. In merely a few months, he had already surpassed every Dark Shadow Guard.
And that bow in his hand was an even greater threat. Even he had felt a trace of pressure from that arrow just now.
Neither Ning Chen nor Prince Yan paid any heed to the Dark Dragon Guard's departure. They continued searching room by room, street by street.
The long night stretched on. Under the moon, the figure in the wheelchair was weary yet stubbornly persistent. Behind him, another figure followed at an unhurried pace, never speaking much.
Suddenly, heaven and earth shook with a startling change. Above the nine heavens, sword light blazed like a bright moon and crashed down toward the distance.
Bang!
Another powerful aura rose to resist it.