Ning Chi, Hua Rubi, Wu Huiyun, and several other Soul Saints gathered around.
"Kid, are you all right?" Gui Mingyun walked over to Chen Xiaojun and asked with concern.
Although Gui Mingyun was a High-Rank Soul Saint, he was already in his seventies, a generation older than the others.
This was mainly because, although members of the Gui Family lived very long lives, their cultivation progressed at an excruciatingly slow pace-the slowest among the Twelve Families, far slower even than the Chen Clan.
He had weathered countless storms and grown accustomed to life and death, but seeing a youngster like Chen Xiaojun take such risks still filled him with heartache and worry.
Chen Xiaojun shook his head gently and answered with a smile, "Grandpa Gui, I'm fine. Uncle Ning Chi, I suggest you go help Grandpa Long and the others. If you can defeat or kill that Disaster Fish Saint Queen, you'll completely disrupt the Sea Soul Beasts' offensive momentum and morale."
At his words, everyone exchanged bewildered looks.
Suddenly, a light breeze brushed past, and the Soul Saints instantly tensed. They had sensed a powerful presence.
A gentle voice rang out. "So that was why you risked using a burst technique. Kill the Sea Soul Beast leader here to undermine their morale and command, then send Nephew Ning Chi to Brother Zhenrang's side to turn the tide of battle. Still, you were reckless this time."
Everyone turned to look. It was Chen Cong, his face carrying both approval and worry. Clearly, he agreed with Chen Xiaojun's strategy, yet could not help worrying about him.
Chen Cong had been holding the line until now, but after seeing Chen Xiaojun take a risk and injure himself, he could no longer sit still and appeared in person.
"Grandpa Cong!" "Uncle Cong!" "Brother