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On the streets of Soto City, the surrounding lights of the Night Market flickered, and the sound of the bustling crowds continued.
However, a sudden roar from a short distance away made Tang Chuan and Xiao Ruier, who were walking together, stop immediately, their expressions changing at the same time.
"What's happening? Look, something must have exploded over there."
After quickly glancing in the direction of the explosion, Xiao Ruier turned to look at Tang Chuan beside her, her eyes full of confusion.
Tang Chuan shook his head slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, and he said softly, "That's all your doing."
"My doing?" Xiao Ruier was confused, her eyebrows knitting even tighter. With a puzzled tone, she asked, "What do you mean?"
Looking at the faint smoke rising from the explosion in the distance, a complex look flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes. He whispered, "Do you remember the two people who approached us a little while ago? It looks like they must have gone over there."
When Xiao Ruier heard this, a hint of nervousness appeared on her face. "Then are you saying... they've already gone to find your younger brother? But the Royal Fight Team is there, too. Won't they be in danger?"
Tang Chuan shook his head, his expression calm. "Probably not. That old fellow has been watching from the shadows; he won't let anyone from Shrek Academy get into trouble. If the Shrek people are fine, then the Royal Fight Team is even less likely to have any issues. However, just in case, let's go check it out."
"That old fellow?" Hearing this, Xiao Ruier was slightly startled, her face showing confusion.
"I'll explain it to you later when I have a chance."
Xiao Ruier nodded. Without another word, she followed close behind Tang Chuan. Their figures flickered, and they sped quickly toward the direction the explosion had come from. The streetlights behind them cast long, stretching shadows.
More than ten minutes later, Tang Chuan and Xiao Ruier finally arrived at the scene of the blast.
The sight before them was shocking: broken walls, collapsed houses, and snapped trees were scattered everywhere, leaving the entire street a complete mess.
The immediate aftershock of the explosion had not completely faded. Amidst the rubble, many Mortals were severely injured, letting out miserable screams of pain.
This scene made Tang Chuan frown slightly. He looked at the injured Mortals and slowly whispered, "It's truly a case of 'when Immortals fight, Mortals suffer.' In the Douluo Continent, a world where the strong prey on the weak, Mortals are completely at the bottom, and almost no one cares about their lives."
He paused, a deeper thought forming. "I wonder if, in the future, I can change the Cultivation system of this world, allowing everyone the opportunity to Cultivate. As the saying goes, it's better for everyone to be like a Dragon than for just one person to become a Dragon!"
Immediately, he slowly raised both hands.
The spirit power within his body began to circulate rapidly. Blue Silver Grass, blue-gold in color, ascended from his palm, rushing toward the sky like a brilliant pillar of light. It finally condensed into a giant Emerald Swan.
The next second, the Emerald Swan flapped its wings, releasing soft yet incredibly vibrant emerald-colored light waves that slowly rained down upon the injured people all around.
As the light waves descended, touching each injured Mortal, a turquoise glow immediately appeared on their wounds, and the tears and gashes in their flesh slowly began to recover under the healing light.
This was Tang Chuan's fourth Spirit Ring skill—the group healing ability, Emerald Light Wave! As long as a person still had a breath left, these light waves could save their life.
Gradually, the screams on the street slowly faded.
The expressions of the injured people slowly turned from agony to surprise and then deep gratitude.
"Sir, thank you for saving us! Thank you!"
"Sir, you are the deity sent by Heaven to save us!"
"A living Immortal!"
"..."
After their injuries were healed, the Mortals' faces were filled with gratitude and awe. They knelt down in unison, clasped their hands together, and shouted their thanks.
Seeing this, Tang Chuan lowered his head slightly, revealing a faint smile. Just as he was about to comfort them, he did not notice that while these Mortals were kowtowing and worshipping, an invisible white light was quietly emerging from their bodies and slowly gathering toward Tang Chuan's form.
These white lights were gentle yet resilient, like power condensed from belief. Each ray carried the Mortals' heartfelt gratitude and trust. They silently wrapped around Tang Chuan's body, converging into an unseen but incredibly powerful energy—the Power Of Faith.
It was just that these streams of Power Of Faith were too few, not enough to visibly enhance his strength.
At the same time, on a nearby rooftop stood a burly man with fiery red hair. He was the Red King, one of the Ten Vicious Beasts.
Gazing at the emerald green light in the distance, the Red King's brow furrowed slightly. He muttered to himself, "This seems to be... a Spirit Ring skill created by an Emerald Swan?"
He then recalled Bi Ji's words from not long ago, and his heart trembled slightly.
"One of her clan members is missing... could it be that this human hunted her? Hmph, damn human! You didn't expect to run into me here, did you!"
Thinking of this, the Red King's expression suddenly changed, and a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes.
Immediately, his figure flickered, and he shot out like a raging fire, rapidly pouncing toward the direction from which the emerald green light wave came. As he passed, he raised a fierce gust of wind.
On the other side, arriving at the center of the explosion, Tang Chuan slowly squatted down. He then extended a finger to lightly touch a puddle of purple blood on the ground.
Afterward, he raised his hand to his nose and sniffed. His brows furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself, "It seems Tang Hao must be injured, and he's also poisoned. Although he is powerful, he already has internal injuries. If he was poisoned by Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor... I'm afraid..."
His words had not fully fallen when his mind suddenly tensed. Tang Chuan clearly felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind him. The wind carried a powerful killing intent. It was like a sharp blade piercing every nerve in his body.
Suddenly turning his head, Tang Chuan saw the Red King appear not far away. The latter's eyes glowed red, and he shot toward him like a bloody arrow.
In just the blink of an eye, the Red King had already rushed to Tang Chuan's front. Immediately after, he suddenly launched an attack, a 'Black Tiger Steals Heart' move, instantly appearing to pierce through Tang Chuan's body.
"Ah!?"
Looking at this scene, Xiao Ruier's face instantly turned pale, her pupils constricted. She subconsciously took a step back, almost forgetting to breathe.
But at this critical moment, the Red King suddenly discovered that the corpse he was holding seemed to be undergoing a strange change. In just one breath, Tang Chuan's body turned into a straw figure, then transformed into countless straw fragments that scattered with the wind, disappearing into the air.
All of this happened so quickly that it left the Red King completely stunned.
The next second, he looked up and found the real Tang Chuan standing not far away, gasping for breath and clutching his chest, his expression solemn and alert.
"A decoy? Interesting!" A cold sneer immediately appeared at the corner of the Red King's mouth. "I just wonder if you'll be able to dodge my next attack!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ruier's heart also tensed. She quickly concentrated her spirit power, and her figure flickered, instantly appearing beside Tang Chuan. Her Golden Dragon Spear pointed directly at the Red King in front of them.
"Uncle, why are you attacking my friend?" Clearly, she had recognized the Red King's true identity.