Dao Nu's face was paler than a dead person, and her clothes were stained red, especially at the collar, which was obviously the blood she had vomited.

She looked up at Lin Che, her eyes showing a look of vigilance, and said coldly:

"You want to kill me?"

"Ah? Lord Dao Nu, why do you say that?" Lin Che was still riding on his warhorse, gripping his spear even tighter.

Dao Nu seemed to be expressing a bit of disdain: "You have murderous intentions towards me - now I am indeed seriously injured, but you are only a sixth-rank cultivator, you can't kill me."

"Master Daonu, you misunderstood. Go back and heal your wounds first. We have a military doctor accompanying us..."

"No need, we Shadow Guards can handle it ourselves."

Dao Nu was still very cold-tempered and turned around and strode back.

Lin Che also shook his head slightly and simply returned to his team.

"My Lord!"

"master--"

"Son of God!"

When everyone saw Lin Che returning, they all bowed.

Their expressions varied, some were adoring, some were enthusiastic, some were excited, some were sad, some were devastated...

"Do your best to treat the wounded." Lin Che ordered.

"Yes - the order has been given to rescue him with all possible efforts." Gong Qiu replied quickly.

The troops had suffered casualties, and it was almost dark, so they couldn't continue their journey. Lin Che simply ordered the army to stay where they were.

After today's battle, the entire team exposed too many problems.

So as soon as the main tent was set up, core members such as Yao Wenkuiye, Gong Qiu, Yu Huadian, Yan Muskxiang and others came in to offer their suggestions.

But before they could discuss for long, a guard suddenly rushed in and said quickly:

"Report to the Marquis—Cheng Qiuci's body was taken away by people from Yuxu Palace!"