Zhu Hongzhen and his companions had just finished killing the Wolf Bandits they were fighting when he led several men over. The fluctuations from the battle here had been intense.
"Old patriarch!" Zhu Hongzhen cried, rushing to Chen Zixiu's side.
One glance at Chen Zixiu's tightly closed eyes and the blood at the corner of his mouth sent guilt surging through him.
"I failed to serve as your shield and let your injuries flare up again." Deep self-reproach showed on Zhu Hongzhen's face.
Chen Zixiu opened his eyes slightly. He smiled wearily and waved a hand. "Don't say that. You managed to deal with that Wolf Bandits Lord all by yourself. You've already done very well."
Zhu Hongzhen silently lowered his head, a jumble of emotions churning within him. Though he was a peak Soul Douluo, at that moment he felt utterly powerless.
Suddenly, the whistle of something cutting through the air came from afar.
Chen Cong came speeding over on his flying sword with Mu Lingyun, worry written all over their faces.
"Father!" Chen Cong shouted. "Are you all right?!"
Chen Cong quickly took Healing Medicine from his Storage Soul Tool and fed it to Chen Zixiu. "Quick, Ling Yun, heal Father," he urged anxiously.
Chen Zixiu nodded slightly. His body felt utterly exhausted, but when he saw the intent and Soul Power pressure Chen Cong had yet to fully rein in, his joy was beyond words.
"Cong, your domain intent... you've reached rank ninety? Good, very good! To think that I, Chen Zixiu, would have two Titled Douluo sons in this lifetime. My life has not been wasted-not wasted at all!" Chen Zixiu exclaimed. With such outstanding sons, he felt at that moment that he had not lived his life in vain.
"Father, stop talking. Your condition is