Never Had I, Yan Shaozhe, Felt So Clear-Headed, Whether Good or Evil

"Wait. Jiang Hao's coming."

Pot Bro patted Jiang Nannan's shoulder and warned her quietly.

Jiang Nannan came to her senses and followed her gaze. At the end of the road, a Prison Cart rolled slowly toward them.

The Prison Cart was escorted personally by Xuan Zi. Jiang Hao and Ma Xiaotao were bound tight with iron locks, without an inch of room to struggle.

"Oh no. Those are Level 3 Soul Tools—Restriction Locks!"

On the raised platform, Ning Tian knitted her brows. "Those chains suppress the captives' Soul Power, and they're forged from Black Iron. They're incredibly strong.

"There's almost no chance they can break free on their own.

"Xuan Zi really hasn't let his guard down this time."

Beside her, Elder Wind Sword frowned too. "Xuan Zi brought Jiang Hao and Ma Xiaotao here himself. They're too close to him. If we go over now, we'll be walking straight to our deaths.

"We've only just become Titled Douluo. He'd crush us before we got near those two youngsters."

He sighed, helplessness flickering in his eyes. "Let's wait. When the time comes, young mistress, watch what I do.

"We'll use the Xuanming Sect affair to put pressure on Xuan Zi and keep them alive first. We can't let him cripple them."

Elder Wind Sword straightened. The desolation in his eyes vanished, replaced by resolve.

Meanwhile, as the Prison Cart drew closer to the target location, Owl Bro's voice sounded in Jiang Hao's mind. "The Soul Tool Missile warhead is loaded into the Soul Tool Turret. Ready to fire anytime."

"Good! Once I'm farther from Xuan Zi, let it fly."

But just as everyone held their breath, something unexpected happened!

At the end of the broad street, a figure slowly emerged from an alley.

"Yan Shaozhe? What are you doing?"

Xuan