Xiao Feng's strength was formidable; killing eight men was effortless for him. This armored man possessed the Azure Dragon Bloodline and was being pursued by the eight, something that certainly needed to be questioned.
Ling Tianyu held the child in his arms, silently observing the bloodstained armored man as Xiao Feng brought him over.
"Puh!" The armored man spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs kneeling in midair, evidently severely injured.
Ling Tianyu glanced at him and could only helplessly shake his head. There was no saving him; the soul within him had already shattered, and he was holding on by his last breath.
"Med... Emperor... you are the Medical Emperor!" The armored man looked up at Ling Tianyu, his excitement obvious, but he almost couldn't catch his breath. Xiao Feng timely intervened, channeling his inner strength to sustain the man's final breath, aware that his time was running out and he could pass at any moment.
