Just as the two Soul Douluos' hands were about to touch Qian Renxue, an unprecedented sense of danger suddenly surged into their hearts.
Their expressions changed drastically. Almost without thinking, they darted back to Xue Xing's side and took defensive stances.
"Hm? What happened?"
Xue Xing looked at the two who had retreated, speaking in some confusion.
"Your Highness! Someone's coming! His aura is extremely dangerous!"
One of the Soul Douluos spoke gravely, cold sweat already seeping from his forehead.
Before he had even finished speaking, a figure wearing a dark cloak appeared behind Qian Renxue without warning.
His long arm wrapped around Qian Renxue's swaying waist, holding her securely in his embrace.
"Xue'er, I'm here."
Su Yu's voice was low and gentle, carrying a barely perceptible trace of heartache.
Looking at Qian Renxue, who lay covered in blood in his arms, her breathing faint, a glimmer of icy killing intent flashed deep in his eyes.
Qian Renxue looked at him, tears instantly welling in her eyes.
Her lips parted. She had just been about to say something when her vision went black, and she fell straight toward him.
Su Yu reached out and caught her securely in his arms.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the Taxi Soldiers before him, as well as Xue Xing and Xue Beng. An icy curve tugged at his lips.
"The Heaven Dou Imperial Family. Very good! Since you dared lay hands on her, prepare to bear my wrath."
Xue Xing stepped forward, his gaze passing over the corpses strewn across the ground, completely oblivious to the two Soul Douluos' taut nerves.
He looked Su Yu up and down, a contemptuous curve forming at the corner of his mouth as he said:
"Hey, brat. If I remember correctly, you're the Saint Son