"Elder Xue, go help them!"
In an underground laboratory that had escaped the collapse, Xu Tianran sat in his wheelchair and spoke to Shadow Douluo Xue Chen behind him.
Hearing the fierce battle in the distance, he showed no panic. Instead, delight shone in his eyes.
He had happened to be here when Virtue Hall came under attack. What better chance to offer help in a snowstorm and win Jing Hongchen over?
"But, Your Highness..."
Shadow Douluo hesitated.
He had staked everything on Xu Tianran. If anything happened to him, all his efforts over the years would go down the drain.
"I have a Ninth-Level Soul Tool to protect me. There's no need to worry, Elder Xue!"
Xu Tianran gave a crooked grin. Even seated in a wheelchair, he radiated a king's confidence and composure.
After a moment's hesitation, Xue Chen accepted the order and left for the battlefield.
"Heaven itself is helping me!"
Watching Xue Chen go, Xu Tianran laughed and tapped his fingers lightly against the back of his chair, already imagining his future.
Once he brought Virtue Hall to his side, the throne would be as good as his.
But as he grinned, a figure in black appeared before him without warning.
"Who's there?!"
Xu Tianran was startled. Before he could activate the Soul Tool on his body, a streak of purple light slammed into his mind.
Tian Meng's version of the Purple Demon Eye!
A violent wave of dizziness struck him. Then the world spun, and a sharp pain shot through his jaw.
Bang!
Xu Tianran flew backward with his wheelchair, crashed hard into the metal wall, and fell to the floor.
Through the haze, he felt someone searching him. Then he felt a sudden chill against his skin.
Yes, he had been stripped...
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