The sounds of slaughter between the cliffs shook the heavens. Sword Douluo's longsword clashed with the soul skills of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, scattering a rain of light across the sky as the piercing ring of metal tore at the ears.
Ye Xuan leaned against the inner wall of the carriage. He could clearly sense Snake Lance Douluo's Soul Power fluctuations rapidly drawing near.
According to their prior agreement, the carefully staged act of faking his death to escape was finally about to begin.
He turned to look at Meng Yiran beside him. The girl's brows were tightly furrowed as she anxiously watched the battlefield outside the window, one small hand unconsciously clutching his sleeve.
Ever since they had set out for Spirit City, she had been this uneasy. Beyond dependence, her gaze toward him concealed a trace of affection so deep that even she herself had yet to notice it.
Ye Xuan sneered inwardly. Tang San, Tang San. The girlfriend you cherish like a treasure has already, without realizing it, made room in her heart for an outsider like me.
This fake death was not only for the sake of escape—it was also to sever the last remaining possibility between her and him completely.
"Brother Xuan Ye, will Sword Douluo and the others be all right?"
Meng Yiran's trembling voice interrupted Ye Xuan's thoughts.
Jiang Zhu beside them also looked worried, her hands clenched tightly as though she were ready to offer support at any moment.
Ye Xuan raised a hand and gently patted the back of Meng Yiran's hand, his tone mild yet carrying an unquestionable firmness.
"Don't worry. Sword Douluo is a Titled Douluo; Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo may not be able to gain the upper hand against him. Us staying here is the best support we