"Father!"
"Second Uncle!"
"Uncle Ma!"
"Is that Great General Chuxin?!"
"This feels wonderful. Her healing is even stronger than Xiao Yi's."
"Obviously. She's a Titled Douluo, after all."
"By the way, why did the Great General come here? Shouldn't she be at Chang'an Fortress?"
"What's it to you? Isn't it a good thing she came?!"
"True. I was just wondering."
"Wondering, my ass. The plans and schemes of people like them are beyond the reach of lowly Soul Masters like us."
"Thank goodness those two seniors arrived in time. Otherwise, Sister Xiao Yi and the Young Master might have been in danger."
"With those two joining the seniors already here, this battle is as good as over."
"All right, let's finish off the wolf pups."
As for the Silver Wolf Saint King, the moment Ma Zhibin and Xue Chuxin joined forces, it knew it had no hope of succeeding that day.
It remembered Xue Chuxin all too well. Their clash a few days earlier remained vivid in its mind. Had she not come to Chen Cong's aid in time, he would have long since met his end in the Yellow Springs.
This female Titled Douluo's offensive power was nothing remarkable, but her defense and healing were exceptionally formidable.
The Silver Wolf Saint King threw back its head and howled, its cry filled with both resentment and helplessness. It gave Xiao Yi a long, searching look.
Then it resolutely turned, became a streak of silver lightning, and fled the battlefield.
How could Xue Chuxin, Chen Menglin, and Ma Zhibin give it a chance to escape?
Their figures flashed as they followed close behind, launching a heart-stopping pursuit.
Xue Chuxin's Emerald Swan spread her wings and soared, swift as a meteor across the heavens; Chen Menglin's Seven Kill Sword shone brilliantly