Tang San rushed to Xiao Wu in a single stride, crouched to help her up, and immediately channeled the inner energy of his Mysterious Heaven Skill into her body.
But Xiao Wu did not respond at all.
In an instant, his eyes were shot through with blood.
He had sworn to protect Xiao Wu, yet today, someone had hurt her like this right in front of him.
If he could swallow even this, what kind of man would he be?
"Qi Dao!!"
Tang San gently laid Xiao Wu down, then whipped his head around and fixed Qi Dao with a stare brimming with murderous intent.
Sensing that something was wrong, Hans immediately said, "Tang San, don't act rashly. Injuries are inevitable when Soul Masters fight!"
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened. He had only just told Hans that Qi Dao would pay a painful price for underestimating them, and now Xiao Wu had inexplicably collapsed.
In theory, the Charm skill would only backfire against an opponent whose Soul Power far surpassed the user's.
For the backlash to leave Xiao Wu in this state, Qi Dao would have to be a Soul King, perhaps even a Soul Emperor.
But was that possible?
Yu Xiaogang had no idea what Qi Dao had done to hurt Xiao Wu.
Yet when Hans stepped forward to ease the tension, Yu Xiaogang firmly took his disciple's side.
He turned a stern gaze on Headmaster Hans.
"Hans, what are you saying? Injuries may be inevitable when Soul Masters fight, but Xiao Wu was hurt this badly. Are you telling me Qi Dao bears no responsibility at all?"
"Xiao Wu is his junior, after all. Is this how he guides her?"
Then he turned to Qi Dao and demanded, "Qi Dao, don't you have anything to say?"
Hans stared at