Capítulo 382: Chapter 205 I Bet I Win, Twenty Million!_1
"Your Highness, I failed you!"
Zhao Wuji's voice was full of sorrow.
At that moment, he looked extremely disheveled, his clothes were in disarray, and even stained with crimson blood.
Qin Xiao asked coldly, "Speak, what happened?"
The cold killing intent had already turned into a white fog, manifested as a substantial thing, forming a ferocious phantom behind Qin Xiao.
Zhao Wuji and Liu Erlong both felt a chill in their hearts.
"After the qualifying matches ended, I led Zhu Qing and others to draw lots, and we drew a bye.
We didn't have a match tomorrow, so, taking the opportunity to relax, Zhu Qing, Yiran, and the girls wanted to wander around Spirit City, and I agreed."
At this point, Zhao Wuji's face showed a look of regret, "It was just after we arrived at a women's clothing store, Old Master Fu and I waited outside.
But then, unexpectedly, attackers who were lying in wait inside the store launched an assault on Zhu Qing, Yiran, and the others, catching them off guard..."
Zhao Wuji's words faltered, and he fiercely slapped himself on the face twice.
If he could do it all over again, he would never leave everyone, not even for a step.
"What!" Qin Xiao immediately flew into a rage. The icy murderous intent could no longer be contained. The temperature around him had already dropped to freezing point, and as Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and the others breathed, their exhalations turned into mist.
"Old Zhao, don't rush to blame yourself. How are they?" Liu Erlong also appeared very anxious.
Zhao Wuji paused, then hurriedly replied, "Their lives are not in danger, but they have suffered various injuries and have been taken to Martial Soul Hall for treatment..."
Upon hearing that their lives were not at risk, Liu Erlong let out a sigh of relief.
Qin Xiao's anger subsided slightly, "Who did it?" His voice had become hoarse without him realizing.
Zhao Wuji quickly replied, "It was the remnants of the Xingluo Empire, as well as loose fish from Soul Master families such as the Xiangjia Sect and Wind Sword Sect; about 20 people in total, including two Soul Douluo Level Powerhouses. Otherwise, Zhu Qing and the others wouldn't have been injured.
However, all these intruders have been slaughtered by me, not a single one escaped."
Qin Xiao looked at Zhao Wuji again. He didn't see any wounds on Zhao Wuji and felt that things should be as he had said.
The bloodstains on Zhao Wuji were all from the enemies.
"It seems like cutting weeds without removing the roots, the spring breeze will bring them back to life."
"Qin Xiao, calm down first. The most important thing now is Zheng Qing and their health and safety. Let's go to Martial Soul Hall first to see them."
After hearing Liu Erlong's words, Qin Xiao nodded slightly, "You all stay here for the time being, in case someone else gets into trouble, I'll go to Martial Soul Hall alone."
Having said that, he had already vanished from the spot.
...
Elsewhere.
In the Pope Hall, Bi Bidong stood before the throne, holding a scepter, commanding a naturally imposing presence.
She was already aware of what had just happened; it was undoubtedly the greatest challenge to the dignity of Martial Soul Hall.
"A team participating in the Soul Master tournament was actually attacked within Spirit City... When I heard this news, I was shocked."
Bi Bidong's cold voice spread throughout the hall.
Gui Douluo, Ju Douluo, and other Titled Douluo Level Elders all showed looks of shame.
Without a doubt, this was also their oversight.
They had allowed unfamiliar Soul Masters to enter Spirit City.
"Your Majesty, Zhu Zhuqing from the Shrek squad is the designated empress of the Xingluo Empire. Those assassins were targeting her," Gui Douluo replied with some difficulty.
Bi Bidong asked indifferently, "Does it matter who their target was?"
"That..."
"Answer me."
Gui Douluo's forehead immediately broke out in sweat, "It doesn't matter. It was our negligence. Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will handle this matter."
Gui Douluo replied solemnly.
Bi Bidong nodded slightly, "Then let's disperse."
...
Elsewhere.
Having explained his identity, Qin Xiao had successfully entered Martial Soul Hall.
He was guided along the way and saw Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran, Ning Rongrong, and others.
Qin Xiao let out a sigh of relief; from what he could see, their condition was quite good, with no visible wounds on their bodies.
This was likely the work of the healing Soul Masters.
But this could not conceal the fact that the victims' energy was weakened.
Especially Zhu Zhuqing, who looked like a patient long bedridden, unable to get out of bed and walk on her own.
But seeing Qin Xiao arrive, she still tried to prop herself up, attempting to rise.
The others followed suit.
But they were all staggering.
The least injured were Huang Yuan and Jing Ling.
Like Zhao Wuji and Flander, they were men and had been waiting outside the shop.
However, being weak in cultivation, they were affected by the aftershocks of the battle between Zhao Wuji and the many powerhouses, resulting in severe injuries.
Looking back, they felt embarrassed. Seeing Qin Xiao, they wished they could find a place to hide and ease their discomfort.
"Don't move..." Qin Xiao's voice was somewhat shaky.
The heart that had just been put down was lifted again.
If Zhao Wuji hadn't said that those people were already dead, Qin Xiao would really like to make them feel the pain of being cut to pieces.
"Your Highness, but tomorrow's match..."
Zhu Zhuqing's expression darkened as she spoke, unable to continue.
Qin Xiao shook his head slightly and said softly, "What's the time for worrying about the match. The most important thing is to recover. "
"But that's your hard work. I can feel how important that match is to you..."
At this moment, Meng Yiran also spoke up.
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