Chapter 125: Hunting the Dark Evil Tiger_1

Dai Mubai died.

It was because of the numerous wounds, big and small, over six hundred in total, that he bled to dry and died.

"Dai Shao, Dai Shao, why did you have to go like this?"

"You're dead, but how am I supposed to live on."

The middle-aged man with a goatee knelt in front of Dai Mubai's body, his tears and snot flowing freely.

He cried so terribly and heartbreakingly.

"Dai Mubai didn't live in vain, after all, there is still someone who grieves for his death."

Zhu Zhuqing said indifferently.

Having witnessed Dai Mubai's death, her heart remained unmoved.

"Miss, that's not right,"

"I'm not crying for Dai Mubai, I'm crying for myself."

The middle-aged man with the goatee said before kneeling before Qin Xiao, "Your Highness, I was blind and failed to see Mount Tai, please spare my life."

Qin Xiao coldly replied, "You had your chance, it's your own incompetence."

"Your Highness, it's really not my fault, nobody expected Dai Mubai to not make it after six hundred cuts, let alone three thousand."

The middle-aged man with the goatee still refused to give up, "How about I take the remaining two thousand four hundred cuts for myself?"

As he spoke, he picked up a dagger and plunged it fiercely into his thigh.

Rip.

The sharp dagger instantly sliced through his clothing, and blood had already soaked through the fabric.

Ugh...

The pain caused the middle-aged man with the goatee to grimace and clench his teeth, veins popping on his forehead as large beads of sweat fell.

"He's a tough one."

Qin Xiao nodded.

"Your Highness, does this mean you're giving me a chance?"

The middle-aged man with the goatee was overjoyed.

"No."

Qin Xiao shook his head, "I was planning to make it quick for you. Zhu Qing, do it!"

As his voice fell, Zhu Zhuqing appeared in front of the middle-aged man with the goatee like a ghost.

Her fingertips, sharp as blades, were poised to sever the man's throat.

"Since you're not leaving me a way out, don't blame me for a desperate fight to the death."

A fierce light gleamed in the middle-aged man's eyes as he considered taking Zhu Zhuqing down with him.

But then.

Just as he began to muster his Soul Power, before he could even burst forth, a terrifying Soul Force Pressure descended upon him, pinning him in place, unable to move.

"Swoosh."

The next moment, the middle-aged man felt a chill at his neck and then saw a headless corpse fall powerlessly to the ground.

"I..."

"am dead."

Thud.

The head hit the ground, his last thought.

Neither Zhu Zhuqing nor Qin Xiao gave them another glance.

"Your Highness, previously, Yiran and I were being pursued and, having no choice, we split up. Do you know of Yiran's whereabouts?"

"Also, Teacher Zhao, he saved me numerous times, and in the end, he was badly injured and is now missing."

Worry was etched between Zhu Zhuqing's brows.

However.

As Zhu Zhuqing's voice fell, a rustling sound suddenly came from within the forest.

Something was approaching.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned and looked towards Qin Xiao.

But noticed that Qin Xiao's face bore no signs of tension, and he too relaxed somewhat.

With Your Highness here, what was there to fear?

A moment later.

A figure emerged from the dense forest.

It was Zhao Wuji.

"Zhao Wuji pays respect to Your Highness."

Upon seeing Qin Xiao clearly, Zhao Wuji's face immediately showed excitement.

Qin Xiao looked at Zhao Wuji, furrowing his brow, "You are wounded, don't worry about those cumbersome formalities."

Zhao Wuji was in rough shape, his complexion pale as paper, his body bearing several deep wounds exposing bone, signaling grave injuries.

It seemed Old Zhao had truly fought with his life on the line to hold out until now.

Seeing several wounds on Zhao Wuji's body that had nearly claimed his life, it was a wonder that Zhao Wuji had lived until now, he must have been very lucky.

But if it weren't for divine objects that could unblock his vitality channels and heal his injuries, Zhao Wuji's future prospects would be dim.

Qin Xiao felt somewhat moved.

He wasn't heartless, just a bit colder in nature.

But now, Zhao Wuji had earned Qin Xiao's recognition.

"This is..."

Zhao Wuji suddenly saw Dai Mubai, who looked like a blood gourd, and the middle-aged man with the goatee, now headless, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"You should recognize him, right?" Qin Xiao casually asked.

"Dai Mubai."

Zhao Wuji spoke with mixed emotions, "Having personally orchestrated such an event, he deserved his fate."

"Teacher Zhao, have you seen Yiran?"

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing asked.

Zhao Wuji shook his head, "I was far away when I saw the sky filled with lightning as if divine punishment had descended, and I knew Your Highness had arrived, so I rushed here. However, if Yiran sees this too, we should wait here. It won't be long before she comes as well."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded her head and fell silent.

At this time, Qin Xiao approached Zhao Wuji and took out something from the System Space and handed it to Zhao Wuji. "Take this directly, it will aid your recovery and won't leave any after-effects."

Undoubtedly, the only thing that could heal Zhao Wuji and restore him to his peak condition was Immortal Herbs.

The Immortal Herb that Qin Xiao took out was the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.

"This, this is..."

When Qin Xiao passed the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to Zhao Wuji, his face showed a blank expression.

Without saying anything else, just the smell of the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng made him feel like he could live several more years.

A treasure!

An exceedingly rare treasure!

Zhao Wuji quickly tried to decline, "Your Highness, such a precious object, I, Old Zhao, cannot accept."