This scene frightened everyone. Netherworld Manor had too much nerve—they actually dared to strike ruthlessly at the reigning Crown Prince!
If a Martial Soul Avatar was injured, the warrior's true body would also suffer harm.
Murong Hua landed on the ground, flicked his sleeve, then followed behind Ning Xiaochuan as they strode away. He sneered, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, we won't see you off!"
The Crown Prince's Martial Soul Avatar had been severely wounded. It forced the Profound Qi spear out of its body, and the Martial Soul on its body visibly dimmed, its vital energy damaged.
He did not pursue Murong Hua and Ning Xiaochuan again. A cloud appeared beneath his feet, and he rode it away.
For warriors, soaring through clouds and riding mist was impossible. But a Martial Soul Avatar had no material form; it was merely a mass of Essence, Qi, and Spirit. It could fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth, and even if it was ten thousand miles from its true body, it could think and act independently.
Its only weakness was that a Martial Soul Avatar's combat strength was far inferior to that of its true body. Once it was wounded, the true body would also be injured.
The Crown Prince had dared to release his Martial Soul Avatar from his body because he had calculated that Netherworld Manor's people would not dare lay hands on him. Yet he had never imagined that the status of the reigning Crown Prince simply could not cow Netherworld Manor's devilish people.
How utterly arrogant!
The Crown Prince's Martial Soul Avatar flew back into a grand and magnificent palace within the Imperial City and returned to his true body.
Blood trickled from the corner of the Crown Prince's mouth. He opened his eyes, his