Zhao Wuji's body suddenly swelled, erupting with golden light. The light slammed into the ground, while his bear paws, reinforced by his second Soul Skill, struck the ground as well.
Zhao Wuji dissipated most of the force of the incoming Crimson Meteor, leaving only a little of its impact, which still sent him staggering back dozens of steps.
Ignoring his injuries, Zhao Wuji seized the opening while the Soul Saint with the Fire Wolf Martial Soul used his Soul Skill and leaped into the dense forest.
Jiang Che stood up and looked at the two Soul Saints overhead.
Jiang Che knew that people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were also watching him, but he had never expected them to intervene.
"Ahem..." A metallic sweetness rose in Jiang Che's throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Jiang Che hurriedly used his first Soul Skill to heal his internal injuries.
"Fucking hell, Zhao Wuji, just you wait."
Jiang Che silently wrote Zhao Wuji's name in his little notebook. In Jiang Che's mind, Zhao Wuji was already a dead man.
Once he had enough strength, Jiang Che would absolutely make Zhao Wuji pay the price he deserved.
"Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I'd probably have died with my regrets scattered to the northwest," Jiang Che said gratefully.
He felt gratitude, but also resentment.
If these three Soul Saints had intervened earlier, he would not have been injured so badly.
"You're welcome. It's my duty. If anything happened to you, we would have a hard time answering to the crown prince."
Jiang Che cursed inwardly, You knew you'd have a hard time answering to your crown prince if something happened to me, yet you played this last-second rescue game with me?
Jiang Che cursed up