The Cursing Is Filthy

With their respective Martial Souls and defensive capabilities, the two of them were indeed quite extraordinary.

But in the end, they were only Soul Ancestors.

The Death Messenger's Corpse Explosion Technique could easily inflict heavy injuries even on a Soul King.

Even a Soul Emperor, if caught off guard, could be severely wounded.

As substitute members who had joined later, they were even more eager to prove themselves when faced with such a situation, causing them to charge too far forward where the number of corpses surrounding them was high.

They simply could not withstand the continuous bombardment.

At this moment, both had lost consciousness, their bodies dripping with blood; had their Martial Souls not been sufficiently formidable, they would have already perished.

Xu Sanshi, in particular, had his back completely shredded while trying to protect Bei Bei.

Even if they could be saved, it was uncertain whether they would ever be able to stand again.

Regarding these two, Ning Que had truly not calculated anything.

It was purely a case of bad luck on their part.

On the other side, Xuan Zi was leisurely searching for delicacies.

Under normal circumstances, having been provoked by Jin Heng to such an extent, he would have paid at least some attention as the team leader.

But the problem was, Xuan Zi was not a normal person!

Of course, he had his own set of theories; according to intelligence, the strongest among the enemies this time was only at the Soul King realm, and with Xiao Tao and Dai Yueheng present, it was not a problem at all.

It was a guaranteed win!

"Heh, afraid that I can't protect them? How laughable!"

"The people of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect are becoming increasingly timid, making such a big fuss over a small trial."

Xuan Zi's tone was filled with disdain.

He had seen it clearly: regardless of how good their talent or how high their cultivation was, Ning Que and Ye Guyi were both useless.

Everything they did was under the protection of their sect, and they had never experienced true tempering or combat.

They were merely flowers raised in a greenhouse.

Pleasing to the eye but useless in practice.

"Boom!"

Just as Xuan Zi was carefully leaning against a Soul Beast egg, the sound of an explosion in the distance reached his ears.

"What is going on?"

"Is it thundering?"

At first, Xuan Zi did not take it to heart, subconsciously looking toward the direction from which the explosion came.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, as if something had occurred to him, Xuan Zi's expression changed drastically.

"Damn it, damn it..."

With Martial Soul Possession, Xuan Zi unleashed the power of a level 98 Title Douluo, charging directly toward the direction of the explosion.

His speed was immense, and he arrived at the destination in the blink of an eye.

"This is..."

His spiritual power flashed by, and after sensing that the reserve team members were not in immediate danger, Xuan Zi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, his expression turned ferocious.

Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi had actually been wounded to the point of being on the brink of death.

"Children... what have you... I... it was all me..."

"It's all my fault, it's my fault..."

Seeing the scene before him, the memories of that day in the Star Dou Great Forest couldn't help but surface in Xuan Zi's mind.

This was simply history repeating itself.

His tears flowed uncontrollably, and he wept like a child.

Deep self-reproach and guilt flooded his heart frantically.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do, having completely lost his reason.

"What a talent!"

Seeing this, even Ning Que, who had long been mentally prepared, didn't know what to say.

With such a temperament, how did such a person manage to cultivate to a level 98 Title Douluo?

Even if this world prioritized power over the state of the heart, it shouldn't be like this!

"Xuan Zi, what are you doing?"

"Hurry up and save them, catch the culprit and avenge them!"

Wang Yan, seeing this scene, was heartbroken and filled with grief.

At this moment, he could no longer care about status or rank, and he roared in a deep, angry voice at Xuan Zi.

He was attempting to awaken the other man's reason.

"Yes, revenge!"

"Avenge them!"

Upon hearing these two words, a sharp glint suddenly surfaced in Xuan Zi's eyes. The power within his body was released frantically, and he directly unleashed his spiritual power to track down the Death Messenger.

As for Wang Yan's previous words, they were completely ignored by him.

"Boom!"

As Xuan Zi unleashed the power within his body with reckless abandon, the cavern, already unstable from the previous explosion, began to collapse once more.

Massive boulders fell with a rustling sound.

At this time, most of the people present had only just begun to recover from their terror.

Seeing Elder Xuan arrive, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Once that breath was released, it would take time to regain their composure, yet Xuan Zi did not give them that time at all.

Huge rocks rolled down frantically, continuously smashing into the crowd.

Ning Que did not dare to relax in the slightest; he felt even more tense after Xuan Zi appeared.

"Gongyang Mo, what the hell are you dazing off for? Hurry up and dodge!"

Seeing a massive boulder heading straight for Gongyang Mo, Ning Que could not help but curse to warn him.

At the same time, his figure moved, arriving at the side of Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi with the greatest possible speed.

Regardless of anything else, he held no grudge against these two, nor had he ever intended to scheme against them; on the contrary, he had a rather good impression of Bei Bei.

Naturally, he would not stand by and watch them die.

Aside from Ning Que, the person with the lightest injuries was Ling Luochen.

Ignoring her own wounds, she forcibly activated her Martial Soul to condense ice, helping everyone block the falling boulders.

"**********"

Wang Yan looked in the direction where Xuan Zi had departed and could not help but burst into a string of curses.

Clearly, having lost his own reason, Wang Yan was cursing quite filthily!

He had thought that with Elder Xuan's arrival, they would be completely safe.

He never imagined that they would be in even greater danger instead.

Besides Wang Yan, the other person who could not help but curse was Dai Yueheng.

Using his own body to shield Zhu Lu from all sorts of harm, Dai Yueheng had sustained significant injuries, yet he remained conscious—though he chose to feign a coma.

He pressed himself tightly against Zhu Lu, using his body to block all damage, allowing himself to fall into a state of critical injury where his life or death was uncertain.

He was infinitely amplifying the gratitude and guilt in Zhu Lu's heart.

To make the performance realistic, he even forced himself to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

He intended to keep up this disguise, waiting for the help and rescue of the others.

He never expected that after Elder Xuan appeared, he would bring them a second wave of damage.

But to keep the act realistic, he could only grit his teeth and endure the rocks smashing into his body.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out, and Dai Yueheng could clearly feel that at least five or six of his ribs had snapped.

Not only that, but in this position and state, the broken ribs had clearly pierced into his internal organs.

This time, he had truly suffered a massive loss.

If not handled properly, it might even affect his future cultivation.

If there was anyone present who was most grateful to Xuan Zi, it would be the Death Messenger.

While in a semi-irrational state, Ma Xiaotao had been relentlessly pursuing the Death Messenger, determined to kill him.

Just as he saw no way out, at this critical moment, the rocks from the cavern, dislodged by Xuan Zi's fury, blocked Ma Xiaotao's path of pursuit.