Compared with the light armor forms worn by the sisters Xu Jiujiu and Xu Yun, Xu Jiawei's set was heavy armor, so its defensive power was naturally greater.
Three hours later, Yang Hao finally put away the isolation barrier. He casually stowed the large box, then took out several large Storage Soul Tools containing that batch of weapons and potions and placed them in Xu Jiujiu's hands.
"Your Highness, I've fulfilled my duty. The fusion was a great success. These are the weapons and potions.
I'm quite tired, so I won't stay any longer. Farewell."
With that, he left briskly and decisively, leaving Xu Jiujiu somewhat dazed.
She hurried to check her imperial brother's condition. Only after confirming that he was unharmed did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Nebula Douluo Manyi, who had been guarding him in secret, appeared even more directly. If His Majesty had been in trouble, she would have immediately chased after that boy and taken him down.
But judging by His Majesty's condition, he seemed to be fine.
Before long, Xu Jiawei woke up and instinctively reached for the back of his head.
He knew, of course, that the boy had clobbered him from behind. His head was still ringing, and the back of his skull hurt like hell.
He'd even grown a lump!
"Imperial brother, how do you feel?"
Xu Jiujiu asked with concern.
"Not too good."
Xu Jiawei touched the lump, his face twitching with pain. He truly hadn't expected that man to pull a stunt like this.
He could understand the need for secrecy; it was someone else's hereditary secret technique, after all. But couldn't he have been a little less rough?
At the same time, he understood why his younger sister Xu Yun had fainted. She had clearly been clobbered too,