Lin Xuan's strike had caused He Yingcai to sustain internal injuries.
Collapsed on the ground, He Yingcai felt muddled, the Spirit Sea within his body in turmoil, and its agitation ceaseless.
The scene that had just unfolded puzzled him; he had clearly used a Soul Attack, yet his opponent seemed utterly unaffected.
Moreover, he had sensed a powerful Soul Power resisting his own.
"Could it be that he's also a Second Grade Rune Master?" A thought suddenly surfaced in He Yingcai's mind.
But it was quickly dismissed; a Second Grade Rune Master so young was unprecedented in the history of Ying Country, let alone in the comparatively backward Xia Country!
With a roll of his body, he swiftly attempted to escape towards the rear.
However, Lin Xuan hardly gave him the chance to flee, his hand shot out like lightning, and he grabbed He Yingcai once again.
"What?" The crowd was somewhat bewildered.
"You shameless wretch, let go of our great senior brother!"
"How despicable!"