Xuan Zi raised his head to look at Dai Yueheng, then turned his gaze to the others.
Yao Haoxuan, who now had a gaping wound in his abdomen, spoke with a pale face.
"Xuan Zi, I'm sorry. In my current condition, I really can't compete..."
Chen Zifeng said nothing. He simply tried holding the Soul Chasing Sword in his other hand, but after swinging it a few times, he shook his head at Xuan Zi.
For someone who had practiced one-handed swordsmanship all his life, suddenly losing his dominant hand was practically a fatal blow.
At the very least, Chen Zifeng had no ability to adapt in such a short time.
Xuan Zi knew that too. After looking over the people around him, he sighed and said to Wang Yan beside him,
"Wang Yan, take Yueheng and the other children whose injuries aren't serious to register in Star Luo City first. I'll escort the wounded back to the academy."
Wang Yan nodded. Seeing Xuan Zi looking so dejected, he hesitated before asking,
"Xuan Zi... are you all right?"
Xuan Zi waved a hand, then said with a bitter smile,
"Me? What could be wrong with me? I can't escape the blame for what happened today... hurry and take them there!"
Wang Yan nodded, then directed those who could still fight to put on their Flying Soul Tools and fly toward Star Luo City.
The story blossomed into two branches, each to be told in turn. Meanwhile, in a small town near Star Luo City, a cloud of smoke dispersed, and Huo Yuhao looked at Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong behind him.
The two were looking at Huo Yuhao as well. Xiao Xiao asked him in confusion,
"Yuhao, what are you..."
Huo Yuhao looked toward Star Luo City ahead, then said