Why did Ma Hongjun walk in such a strange posture?
That had to start with the night before last, when Flender gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, flicked his wrist, and brought the blade down...
"Fatty, what happened to you?"
Oscar asked in confusion. He had always felt that something about Ma Hongjun seemed strange, yet he could not put his finger on it.
Ma Hongjun frowned, shook his head, and said nothing.
What had happened to him?
He had bid farewell to the brother who had been with him for twelve years. What else could have happened?
Yesterday, he had tried cultivating and discovered that, just as that person had said, his evil fire had truly been resolved!
Evil fire was excessive yang energy. At the moment, he simply could not retain such powerful yang energy. Once it was produced, it leaked away, forming a delicate cycle.
As a result, the evil fire generated during his cultivation would no longer be a cause for concern!
"Alas, the Ma family has passed down through a single line for three generations, and now in my generation..."
Sorrow rose from Ma Hongjun's heart. Some things truly were beyond his control!
Of course, crippling his Martial Soul outright would have been the perfect solution, but he was a soul master. How could he accept becoming someone whose Martial Soul had been crippled?
His Ma family had finally produced a mutated Phoenix Martial Soul, and now it had to be destroyed? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"Everyone's here. Good!"
Flender's voice arrived before he did, and only then did he appear before the group.
As a Soul Saint-level powerhouse, putting on such a display before a group of children who were merely Soul Grand Masters and Soul Elders was extremely easy.
When he looked at Tang