Siao Tieying scoffed, "The martial arts of the Tempest Temple are profound. Of course you wouldn't recognize it!"
Song Siwen gritted his teeth and frowned.
Was Zhao Zilai really a killer from the Tempest Temple?
Logically speaking, no matter how brave Chu Li was, he would not dare to kill a High Official from the Imperial House. He should understand that this was a matter of pride. The Imperial House would never let it go. The House of High Dukes would not dare to protect him at the risk of falling out with the Imperial House.
It was said that Chu Li was a smart guy and would not make such a mistake.
Smart people were usually calm and would not be impulsive. They would weigh the pros and cons of everything. Zhao Zilai had only been here for a day. It was impossible for him to have any deep hatred with him.
He was a rank three Scribe of the House of High Dukes. He had a bright future. Would he kill someone because of a small grudge, go against the Imperial House, and ruin his bright future?
Siao Tieying scoffed, "You can't recognize the injury and you can't recognize Chu Li's injury. It's the same whether you look or not!"
"Is Master Siao feeling guilty?" Song Siwen said slowly, "Brother Zhao Zilai's Crane Pecking Energy is unique. It can hurt people's internal organs. It looks similar to Chu Li's injury."
"Heh!" Siao Tieying sneered, "Protector Song, your eyesight is amazing. You can even see this. Alright, Chu Li, let him see if it's the Crane Pecking Energy!"
Chu Li glanced at Song Siwen, "Your eyesight is shallow. You might not be able to see it, Brother Lee."
Lee Yue stepped forward and helped him to untie his shirt. His chest and shoulders were exposed. There were still a few bloody holes with a trace of blood dripping down. It was a ghastly sight.
"This is the Crane Pecking Energy?" Siao Tieying said impatiently, "Open your eyes and look. Don't make a fool of yourself!"
Song Siwen frowned as he looked at the four bloody holes. He stretched out his hand to press on Chu Li's chest. Zhao Zilai's hand blocked his palm. Zhao Zilai extended his hand and looked at him coldly.
Song Siwen turned his head, "Master Siao, what do you mean? Are you afraid to let me check? "
"I'm afraid that Protector Song Siao would do something that you would regret!" Siao Tieying snorted, "If Chu Li's injury worsens, don't blame me for being rude! … Could it be that the ancestor had protected the great ancestor and established the Great Ji Dynasty so that the younger generation could be bullied like this? … Hmph, I want to ask His Majesty in person. Do you think we're in the way and want to remove our Public House? "
Song Siwen's face changed slightly.
The relationship between the Imperial Family and the High Duke's Public House was delicate. It was not something that the Protectors of the Imperial House could meddle with. Even the Emperor and the Empress had to give the House of Duke some face.
At that time, he would be the unlucky one. He would definitely be pushed out to vent the resentment of the Mi Public House.
Siao Tieying waved his hand. Zhao Qingshan stared coldly at Song Siwen and slowly withdrew his hand.
Song Siwen also glared at him coldly. He probed Chu Li's inner energy and found that his life force had dried up. A strange force was devouring his life force, causing him to slowly weaken and eventually die.
"Protector Song, do you recognize what kind of martial arts this is?" Siao Tieying scoffed.
Song Siwen looked at him hesitantly.
Siao Tieying sneered, "In this world, other than the Perishable Touch, what other martial art could be so vicious?"
Song Siwen's face darkened and he remained silent.
"Elder Song, what kind of injury is it?" a guard from the Imperial House asked.
Song Siwen raised his head and sighed. He looked at his five companions, "It is indeed the Perishable Touch."
He had a deep impression of the Perishable Touch. One of his best friends was struck by it and he could only watch helplessly as he watched his friend die. Even the Imperial Family's Spirit Medicine could not stop the Perishable Touch from devouring and destroying it.
He looked at Chu Li with sympathy and shook his head. There was no need to pursue the matter further. After being struck by the Perishable Touch, Chu Li would definitely die.
If he was struck by it, the famous Spirit Blessing Pill of the House of Duke might be able to save his life. However, looking at his injury, it was at least four fingers. No matter how miraculous the Spirit Blessing Pill was, it would not be able to save his life.
"Perishable Touch?" The five Imperial House Protectors' faces changed.
As the Imperial House Protectors, they had conflicts with the Tempest Temple and had experienced the power of the Tempest Temple. No less than ten of their companions had died under the Perishable Touch.
They looked at Chu Li strangely.
Chu Li smiled, "This finger force, this is the work of High Official Zhao!"
"High Official Zhao would never collude with the disciples of the Tempest Temple!" Song Siwen scoffed.
Chu Li shook his head, "If he did not lure me out of the town, I would not have gone out to die. If he did not stop me from seeing the disciples of the Tempest Temple, I would have escaped long ago. How could I have been struck by the Perishable Touch? "
Siao Tieying said coldly, "Everyone, is Chu Li joking with the Perishable Touch? Alright, he is weak now and cannot speak much. Let's talk outside! "
Before Song Siwen left, he turned to look at Chu Li and shook his head.
After being struck by so many Perishable Touches, he would definitely die. What a pity!
Chu Li waited for them to leave and immediately began to circulate his spiritual energy to suppress the aura of the Perishable Touch.
The Perishable Touch was indeed extremely poisonous. It was like a maggot attached to the bone, unable to be eliminated. Instead, it grew stronger day by day. Fortunately, he had the Life and Death Scripture and the Glory's Will Tree to harvest vitality and spiritual energy to fight against it.
He estimated that if it was someone else who was struck by a few fingers, they would have died by now.
A small boat floated on the lake. Su Ru and Xue stood on the small boat. As soon as they reached the shore, they floated into the small courtyard. One on the left and the other on the right, they helped Chu Li onto the small boat. They then drove the boat back to the Jade Guardian Island and entered the Glory's Will Courtyard.
As soon as he stepped into the Glory's Will Courtyard, Chu Li let out a long sigh of relief. The pure aura of the Glory's Will Tree surged into his body and immediately suppressed the Perishable Touch.
The Glory's Will Tree was indeed strange. If it was not for it, he would not have dared to put on the show just now. However, the aura of the Glory's Will Tree was able to suppress the Perishable Touch.
"Master, how was it? Did they believe you?" Xue and Su Ru carefully placed him on the bed and asked curiously, "Did we pass?"
Chu Li smiled and looked towards the direction of the Iron Eagle Island, "It's all up to Master Siao."
Siao Tieying brought everyone back to the main hall of the Iron Eagle Island. After they sat down, he said coldly, "Protector Song, do you understand now? You still want to capture Chu Li? "
"Master Siao, after all, Brother Zhao died in the territory of the Public House," Song Siwen's tone softened and sighed, "It's useless for you to make things difficult for us."
"The guilty party is the first to complain!" Siao Tieying scoffed, "I wanted to ask the Emperor for an explanation to the Public House. Why did the High Officials from the Imperial House want to assassinate the higher-ups of the Public House?"
"High-ranking?" Song Siwen laughed, "He's so young, how can he be considered as a high-ranking official?"
Linquan closed fist saluted and smiled, "Protector Song, Chu Li is a rank three Scribe."
"Rank three?" Song Siwen frowned.
Siao Tieying scoffed, "Although he's young, he has many meritorious deeds. The Public House has always been based on talent. The promotion of a Scribe's rank does not depend on one's background or anything else, only on one's meritorious deeds."
"That's a real talent," Song Siwen shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."
"What's a pity?" Siao Tieying scoffed, "You still won't let him go?"
Song Siwen sighed, "Master Siao, it's not that we won't let him go, it's that the Perishable Touch won't let him go … He's been hit by four Perishable Touches, he's dead for sure."
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