"Xiao San, why are you still wasting your breath on him? He crippled my Martial Soul!"
Tang San lowered his head. Looking at Yu Xiaogang's pale face, etched with pain and unwillingness, he clenched his fingers into fists.
"What? Teacher, your Martial Soul was crippled?" Xiao Wu's voice was filled with disbelief.
Ning Rongrong's hands trembled. The light of her Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda flickered, nearly faltering.
She took a deep breath, steadied her Soul Power, and continued healing Yu Xiaogang.
Zhu Zhuqing's figure sharpened from a blur. She stopped beside Luo Yun, her catlike eyes full of gravity, as the claws of the Hell Spirit Cat sprang from her fingertips.
"How vicious!" Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. The tiger claws gleaming on his hands shone brighter, and the killing intent around him nearly became tangible.
Though he was afraid, the teacher's Martial Soul had been crippled. He couldn't retreat any farther.
Watching them all stand on guard as if facing a powerful enemy, Luo Yun pressed a hand to his forehead.
He really hadn't done it on purpose. He'd just struck casually and cleaved that pig apart. Who knew the pig was so weak? He'd thought anyone who could be a teacher would at least have some ability. Who would've guessed he couldn't even withstand a single stroke of his sword?
"Fine. I didn't mean to cripple his Martial Soul." Luo Yun lowered his hand and sighed, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness.
"It's just that he was so useless. I struck casually, and he ended up like this."
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, though it was hard to tell whether from anger or his injuries.
Those words hurt him even more than having his Martial Soul crippled.
"Attack!" Dai Mubai roared. He drove his White Tiger Martial