Xuan Zi did not delay at all.
After composing his thoughts, he immediately used his deep spirit power to wrap up the heavily injured and unconscious Chen Zifeng and Gongyang Mo, as well as the immobile Xi Xi and Dai Yueheng.
"Go! Return to the military camp!"
He knew that every minute and every second now was a race against death for these severely injured Disciples.
If this incident truly affected the Soul Master Tournament, he, Xuan Zi, would be the eternal sinner of Shrek!
The group did not dare to stop for a moment. Led by Xuan Zi, they sped towards the Star Luo Empire Western Army Corps camp, which was dozens of miles away.
...
In mid-air.
The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.
Ma Xiaotao's face was pale. Although she was not severely injured, the strain of forcibly activating her Martial Soul True Body and taking the corpse explosion head-on had consumed a massive amount of her spirit power.
At this moment, even her flying posture appeared precarious.
The Outer Court Disciples following behind, although looking slightly disheveled, were in a much better mental state compared to the "defeated remnants" in front.
While flying, Bei Bei lowered his head and glanced at the shattered remains of the spirit tool shield on his wrist.
The originally smooth metal surface was now covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and the Core Formation had long since burned out.
However, the look in his eyes as he gazed at this pile of scrap metal was more precious than if he were looking at any rare treasure.
He took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked sincerely at Huo Yuhao beside him.
"Yuhao."
Bei Bei's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear amidst the whistling wind.
Huo Yuhao was stunned for a moment and turned to look at his Senior Brother.
"Senior Brother, what is it?"
"Thank you."
Bei Bei's tone was extremely solemn, even trembling slightly.
"If you hadn't insisted that we take these spirit tools, if you hadn't reminded me to activate the shield at the critical moment..."
"I fear that by now, you and I would be lying in Elder Xuan's spirit power wrap just like Senior Chen and the others, with our lives hanging in the balance."
Recalling the power of that instantaneous explosion, Bei Bei still felt his scalp tingle.
Physical Body resisting an explosion? Don't joke around. Even for him, at that distance, he wouldn't escape unscathed even if he survived.
Huo Yuhao heard this, just shook his head gently, and said humbly:
"Senior Brother, you are overstating it."
"We are all fellow Disciples, helping each other is only right."
"Besides, I'm just someone who treasures my life and am accustomed to being over-prepared."
Hearing this, Xu Sanshi also leaned over.
This guy who was usually grinning was now wearing a look of relief for having survived the disaster, but his eyes were staring brightly at Huo Yuhao.
"Junior Brother Yuhao, that spirit tool of yours... do you have any more in stock?"
"That blast just now, although it destroyed the armor, I didn't even lose a hair."
"This thing is really useful!"
Saying this, Xu Sanshi rubbed his hands and asked with anticipation:
"So, when we return to the academy, or when we reach Star Luo City, can you sell me a few more sets?"
"The price is negotiable! Just name the amount of gold coins, and I won't haggle!"
"With such a good life-saving item, I won't feel at ease in the future without carrying eight or ten sets when I go out."
Xu Sanshi's words were extremely blunt, even a bit mercenary.
But at this moment, they felt like a resounding slap in the faces of the people in front.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Although there was no sound, the burning sensation was real.
Ma Xiaotao, flying in front, stiffened slightly.
Although she didn't turn back, her tightly pursed lips and slightly trembling shoulders exposed the shame and anger in her heart at this moment.
Just a few hours ago.
Just when they were setting off from the military camp.
These high-achieving students from the Inner Court were all arrogant, turning up their noses at the spirit tools Huo Yuhao offered.
"We don't need this kind of burden."
"We believe in our own Spirit."
"These are things only the weak use."
These words now, like a boomerang, were stabbing deeply into their own hearts.
And the result?
The Outer Court Disciples who used the "burden" were unscathed and energetic.
The Inner Court elites who believed in their "Spirit" were now either with broken legs, unconscious, or vomiting blood.
Facts speak louder than words.
In the face of painful lessons, all arrogance turned into a joke.
Even Xuan Zi, who had been leading the way in silence, couldn't help but twitch his old face a few times.
Although Xu Sanshi's words were praising Huo Yuhao, to Xuan Zi, it sounded like he was pointing at his nose and calling him a "senile old fool."
It was he who tacitly allowed the arrogance of the Inner Court Disciples.
It was he who believed that spirit tools were "tricky crafts."
Now, look at this.
Tricky crafts saved lives, while the traditional Spirit almost cost them their lives.
This huge contrast made this level 98 Super Douluo feel unprecedented embarrassment.
But what could he say?
Argue back?
Looking at the "bloody gourds" behind him that he still had to carry, Xuan Zi opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't say anything. He could only bury his head and accelerate his flight once more.
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