Invincible Soul Emperor

Xue Zhao walked to Ye Qingchen’s side and looked toward the side.

At this moment, Wu Chang was in a sorry state, his clothes tattered and torn, face smeared with blood and dirt, the sweat on his forehead mixed with blood, dripping to the ground.

His body twitched slightly, clearly suffering from severe injuries, his eyes lost the fierce light they once had, becoming dull and lifeless.

Xue Zhao calmly glanced at Wu Chang, then turned to Ye Qingchen and said, "Don’t kill him yet, keep him. We have a big use for him, and I’m sure that the people behind him are more than just Xue Wei."

Ye Qingchen thought for a moment, remembering the Demonic Qi Wu Chang had driven into him earlier, and nodded in agreement.

"Killing him just like this would be too easy on him. Let’s keep him for now."

When Wu Chang heard them say not to kill him, a flash of excitement appeared in his eyes.

He struggled to lift his head, though in a disheveled state, his lips twisted into a mocking smile, his voice hoarse but filled with sarcasm: "Ha, so you really do fear! Afraid of killing me and facing retribution, huh!"

He continued, his tone becoming sharper: "You people act like big bad wolves, but inside you’re the most scared. Hahaha, killing me won’t end well for you either, that’s what you’re afraid of!"

Wu Chang’s laughter carried madness and resentment, echoing eerily in the silent forest.

His eyes were full of provocation and mockery, as if he was relishing the feeling of being defeated yet still dignified.

Behind him stands Jiang Qi, killing him would not let the two off easily!

Ye Qingchen coldly looked at Wu Chang, unaffected by his taunts.

He knew Wu Chang was just trying to anger them to gain a slim chance.

Xue Zhao remained calm, she slightly narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Wu Chang, you’re merely in a death throe. Your mockery is meaningless to us. Plus, we only said not to kill you now, never said not to kill you later."

Xue Zhao was sure someone else other than Snow Wei raised such a rogue.

And that’s why she was confident that someone else was behind Wu Chang.

Wu Chang’s laughter abruptly ceased, he gritted his teeth, the flames of anger burning in his eyes: "I’ve told you, you’ll regret this! You have no idea what kind of existence you’ve provoked, once I’m gone, stronger ones will surely come for revenge!"

Xue Zhao snorted coldly, ignoring Wu Chang’s clamor.

Xue Zhao turned to Ye Qingchen, furrowing her brows, her tone carrying a hint of concern: "Ye Qingchen, handle the Demonic Qi inside you first, and I’ll deal with Wu Chang. Your injuries can’t be delayed, you must promptly cleanse the Demonic Qi."

Xue Zhao was practically helpless against the Demonic Qi.

She had only heard about it, but had never dealt with it.

So, in this matter concerning Ye Qingchen, she couldn’t offer much help.

Ye Qingchen nodded, his face pale though his gaze remained firm: "Alright, I will promptly expel the Demonic Qi from my body. You handle Wu Chang, be cautious, his methods are strange."

Xue Zhao gently patted Ye Qingchen’s shoulder with a comforting smile: "If anything feels off, stop immediately, I’ll be beside you as your protector."

Upon finishing her words, she turned and walked towards Wu Chang.

Seeing Xue Zhao approach, Wu Chang immediately began to struggle, trying to break free.

However, due to severe injuries, his body was too weak, making his struggle appear particularly feeble.

"You can’t kill me! You’ll regret it!" Wu Chang shouted hoarsely, anger brimming in his voice.

Xue Zhao coldly glanced at Wu Chang and curled her lips into a cold smile: "Wu Chang, you’re just a turtle in a jar, stop your meaningless struggle."

Finishing her words, Xue Zhao took out a rope from her waist. Made of special material, the rope was extremely sturdy and hard to break free from.

She skillfully wrapped the rope several times around Wu Chang’s wrists and ankles, then pulled tightly, the rope immediately binding Wu Chang’s limbs securely.

Feeling his body tightly bound, Wu Chang yelled angrily; he struggled desperately: "Release me! You despicable scoundrels!"

Xue Zhao, her expression stern, ignored Wu Chang’s yelling.

She continued to wrap the rope around Wu Chang’s body several times, tightly binding both his upper and lower body.

With every struggle Wu Chang made, the rope tightened painfully around him.

"Wu Chang, the more you struggle, the tighter I’ll pull. You have no room to resist now, best behave," Xue Zhao coldly said, her tone carrying a threat.

Wu Chang gritted his teeth, a flicker of madness glinting in his eyes, refusing to stop fighting: "You’ll regret this!"

Xue Zhao snorted coldly, tightening the rope further.

Wu Chang’s body was bound so tightly he could hardly breathe, twitching in pain. His eyes were filled with hatred but under Xue Zhao’s threat.

He could clearly feel that no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free.

In the end, he could only stop struggling with resignation.

Meanwhile.

Ye Qingchen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to activate the wood element in his body, attempting to expel the Demonic Qi that had invaded.

A look of concentration gradually appeared on his face; the Spiritual Power within him flowed rapidly through his meridians, engaged in a fierce confrontation with the Demonic Qi.

Xue Zhao stood beside Wu Chang, cautiously watching his every move, ensuring he couldn’t cause further trouble.

Wu Chang was tightly bound, his body trembling slightly due to the pain, yet the frenzy and resentment in his eyes had not diminished.

"Wu Chang, you better hope you still have some usefulness, or your end won’t be pleasant," Xue Zhao coldly said, her tone laden with threats.

Wu Chang’s lips twitched slightly, but he could only helplessly shut his mouth, his eyes flashing with a venomous glint.

Ye Qingchen could sense the Demonic Qi slithering through his meridians, like a sly poisonous serpent, harboring a cold and evil aura, attempting to erode his heart and Spiritual Power.

Initially, the Demonic Qi rampantly traversed within, where it passed, the wood element receded rapidly. Ye Qingchen’s meridians seemed to burn with a cold flame, causing his expression to slightly distort in pain, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Ye Qingchen’s brows knitted tightly, a focused look on his face.

He mobilized the wood element within, concentrating it within his meridians to form green barriers trying to fend off the Demonic Qi’s assault.

The Demonic Qi clashed against these barriers, emitting a sizzling sound, as though being burned, yet it did not retreat, growing even fiercer in breaching Ye Qingchen’s defenses.

Pain etched across Ye Qingchen’s face, his lips pressed tightly together, teeth grinding noisily. Cold sweat more abundant on his forehead.

Gradually, under Ye Qingchen’s relentless efforts, the wood element began to counterattack.