"Old Huang, can you fucking fly any faster? The two of us keep having to wait for you!"
Ten li from the Mingdou Mountain Range, Du Busi, Jin Peng, and Huang Huifeng, three leading figures of the Body Sect, rode their Flying Soul Tools, streaking straight toward the mountains in a trail of light.
God Leg Douluo Huang Huifeng flew somewhat slower than Du Busi and Jin Peng, however, and Du Busi was growing anxious. None of them yet knew Huo Yuhao's situation. Arriving even a minute earlier meant protecting him that much sooner. They absolutely could not afford any delays!
"Sect Master, you're so damned stingy. I'm a Super Douluo, and you equipped me with a mere Class Seven Flying Soul Tool. How am I supposed to fly fast with that?" God Leg Douluo Huang Huifeng said with a miserable expression. "My cultivation was already lower than yours, and then you both got Class Eight Flying Soul Tools while I alone got a Class Seven one. Where's the justice in that?"
"The next time we seize a Class Eight Flying Soul Tool, you'll definitely get first pick. We're just allocating them according to need," Du Busi said, his aged face reddening.
Suddenly, Golden Body Douluo Jin Peng, who was nearby, raised a telescope-like Soul Tool and peered into the distance. After a moment, he cried out, "Sect Master, I see Yuhao!"
Du Busi immediately perked up at that and hurriedly asked, "How is Yuhao? Have those bastards from the Sea God Pavilion taken him captive?"
"No, Yuhao..." Golden Body Douluo Jin Peng swallowed, scarcely able to believe his eyes. "Yuhao has Xuan Zi by the collar. He's planted his feet, wound up his arm, and is slapping the hell out of him..."
Du Busi: ???
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"