How Could You Take a Blade for Ye Lin When You're My Wife?!
Ye Lin held Xiao Wu in his arms, protecting her against his chest, and with his back to the direction of the Shi Mo blade, he used his back to catch the remaining fragments.
The shards cut deep gashes in his back, blood gushing out, but he gritted his teeth, making no sound and not retreating.
The Soul Arena Platform silent for a moment.
All eyes in the audience were on the figure who was holding someone and had his back to the attacker.
Qin Ming stood at the edge of the Soul Arena Platform, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.
Yu Xiaogang stood on the other side, his fingers digging even deeper into the railing, his knuckles almost bleeding, leaving four finger marks on the railing.
Tang San stood at the entrance of the rest room corridor, feeling as if he had been hit on the back with a club.
His eyes were fixed on the figure holding Xiao Wu in the center of the Soul Arena Platform.
His lips were slightly parted, but no sound came out; it was as if something was blocking his throat.
An image was churning in his mind.
Xiao Wu flashed behind Ye Lin, shielding him from the attack. Covered in blood, she leaned on Ye Lin 'Ye Lin shoulder, her hands gripping his arms.
The image played repeatedly in his mind's eye, and with each replay, the fire in his chest burned even brighter.
"No, that's not how it's supposed to be."
His innermost thoughts squeezed out from the cracks in his consciousness.
"In her previous life Xiao Wu was indeed injured by the Shi Brothers, but that was passive; it was the Imperial Fighting Team that attacked her. She never took a blow for anyone."
"Besides, this matter clearly has nothing to do with her in this life, so why did she shield Ye Lin? Why?"
His fingers clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.
"You're my wife, how could you take a knife for someone else!"
"How could you take a knife for that brat Ye Lin! Ahhh!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.
He wished he could rush onto the Soul Arena Platform and snatch Xiao Wu from Ye Lin.
Tang San's thoughts reached Yu Xiaogang and Flender's ears, but at this moment, neither of them was in the mood to scold Tang San.
All they want to know right now is how the people on stage are doing!
Ye Lingling's Soul Skill landed on Yu Tianheng, and the white petals fell from the sky, melting into the wound on his chest one by one.
The cracks on the dragon scales were slowly closing, the bleeding had stopped, but his face was still frighteningly pale, and his eyelids were tightly closed.
Ye Lin held Xiao Wu in his arms, looking down at her pale face.
He pulled her closer, pressed his lips to her forehead, and whispered a sound only he could hear.
"Xiao Wu."
"I know that individual heroism cannot exist in a team."
"But I still have to put on a brave face."
His Qi and Blood surged.
That feeling surged up from deep within my dantian, coursing through my meridians to every part of my body, carrying a scalding force.
His Soul Power surged and mingled with his Qi and Blood and qi, crisscrossing through his meridians and rushing forward, reaching his fingertips, his skin, and beyond his body.
A shadow suddenly appeared beside him.
The shadow was exactly like him, from his figure to his face, from his clothes to his posture, like another person who had stepped out of a mirror.
But that shadow had no weight, no Spirit Rings, and its entire body was made of a layer of pale Golden Qi and Blood and Soul Power, like a shell sculpted from Soul Power.
Then came the second, then the third, the fourth, and the fifth.
Five Qi Soul Clones shifted to his sides, forming a semi-circle to protect him in the middle.
The Soul Arena Platform silent for a moment.
On the Shrek Seven Devils' side, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand shimmered.
Oscar dropped the mushroom in his hand, let it roll twice on the ground, but he didn't bother to pick it up.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stood there, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.
Zhu Zhuqing stood on the flank, the light in her cold eyes freezing for a moment, and the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the edge of the Soul Arena Platform, letting go of the railing with both hands.
His eyes were fixed on the five Qi Soul Clones for several breaths before he slowly exhaled.
He silently recited a sentence in his heart.
He's been pondering this for six years.
Ever since Ye Lin started following him when he was six years old, he had been researching Self-Created Soul Skills for Ye Lin, but that door had always been closed, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.
Even today.
Dugu Yan stood at the back, looking at the five Qi Soul Clones beside Ye Lin, she snorted coldly and a sneer appeared on her lips.
"So what if there are more people?"
Her Third Soul Ring lit up, and the Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison was activated. A thick purple poisonous mist spewed from her mouth, like a long purple river, flowing towards Ye Lin.
Her voice echoed through the poisonous fog.
"Faced with my Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison, no matter how many people there are, they will all perish with Tian Heng!"
Qin Ming stood at the edge of the Soul Arena Platform, and his expression changed drastically the moment he saw the purple poisonous mist.
The Yanzi was filled with murderous intent!
He gripped the railing tightly and shouted towards the stage, "Yanzi, stop!"
But the poisonous fog had already dissipated; the thick purple mist spread along the table surface at an astonishing speed.
Osler flew back to the side, and Yu Tianheng Yu Feng. The Shi Brothers also took a few steps back.
The other members of the Imperial Fighting Team also knew how potent this poison was.
"Everyone, stand back immediately and consume the Detox Laba Garlic!"
Zhu Zhuqing was the first to move. The instant Ye Lin's voice fell, she had already retreated, unleashing the Hell Stab, her figure transforming into a black afterimage, darting past the edge of the spreading poisonous mist.
Dai Mubai followed and retreated.
The two took the Detox Laba Garlic from Oscar and ate it.
Above the dome of the Suotuo Great Soul Arena, a semi-transparent protective shield slowly rose, like an inverted glass bowl, enveloping the entire Soul Arena Platform.
Only when the protective shield was raised did the nobles in the audience finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But their eyes remained fixed on the center of the Soul Arena Platform.
Ye Lin did not back down.
He took out a handful of black powder from his Storage Soul Tool and threw it towards the purple mist.
The Gunpowder dispersed in the air, mixing with the purple poisonous mist, instantly turning into a gray-black dust cloud.
Then he called out in Ma Hongjun's direction, "Fatty, can I borrow a light?"
Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment, then reacted. His Second Soul Ring lit up with the Phoenix Bathing in Fire, and his First Soul Ring followed suit with the Phoenix Fire Wire. A golden-red pillar of fire shot out from his mouth and crashed into the poisonous fog mixed with Gunpowder.
The moment the pillar of fire touched the dust, a violent explosion erupted in the center of the Soul Arena Platform, flames soaring into the sky and shockwaves distorting the surrounding air.
The explosion tore a huge gap in the thick purple fog, the edge of which was burned away by the flames, and the remaining part was scattered by the shock wave.
Dugu Yan stood behind, her cold smile freezing on her face.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and she choked out, "How is this possible... How could the poisonous fog be dispelled?"
Ye Lin stood in the aftershocks of the explosion, still holding Xiao Wu in his arms, his body covered in a layer of Gunpowder ash.
He looked up at Dugu Yan, his tone as calm as if he were asking what to have for dinner, "Don't you know about high-temperature sterilization?"
Dugu Yan gritted her teeth.
"Even if you can break through some of the toxins, so what? It's no big deal!"
"The remaining majority are enough to kill you all here!"
Ye Lin pulled Xiao Wu closer to him with his left arm.
"But breaking through even this small part is enough for me!"