Dividing the Spoils, Shrek Had It Rough

"Take it. Give it to Yanzi when you get back and tell her it's a gift from me."

"Bullshit!" Dugu Bo snatched the Eight Spider Lances and inspected them with great care, yet he snorted in displeasure.

"What do you mean, a gift from you? This was her grandpa—Dugu Bo's—gift to his Treasure Granddaughter! What does it have to do with you, Kid?!"

Zhao Linchuan could not be bothered to argue with him. Smiling, he pointed at Tang Hao on the ground again. "Old Man, have you thought this through?"

"This is the Clear Sky Douluo. He has at least six high-quality Soul Bones on him, and there might even be a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

"You really don't want a single one?"

Dugu Bo Shook Head firmly again. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want them. But Old Man has his own principles."

"You were the one who planned his capture, and you were the one who delivered the killing blow. Old Man merely added flowers to the brocade."

"These Soul Bones simply aren't fated for Old Man."

"Hurry up and take him away. Find somewhere secluded, deal with him properly, and extract the Soul Bones. Don't let trouble drag on."

After saying that, Dugu Bo did not linger. He turned to leave, but after taking several steps, he seemed to remember something and sent a telepathic transmission back.

By the way, you'd best deal with that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast rabbit in human form as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if some other interested party discovers her, don't blame Old Man for getting there first and taking her back to make a Soul Ring for Yanzi!

Watching Dugu Bo's figure vanish into the night, Zhao Linchuan cursed with a smile. "That Old Man."

He lowered his gaze to Tang Hao at his feet, whose breath was faint and who was only one breath away from death. A glint flashed through his eyes. "But these bones of yours are a true treasure..."

Lightning Light flashed in his Right Hand once more as the Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword was summoned.

As Soul Power poured into it, the Sword Body rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant sword broad enough to stand upon.

Zhao Linchuan grabbed Tang Hao's disheveled hair, then leaped up and landed steadily atop the broad Sword Body.

"Go!"

With a Low Voice, he drove it with Soul Power.

The Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword let out a delighted hum, abruptly turning into a bolt of blue lightning that tore through the night sky. Carrying the two of them, it sped toward Holy Soul Village like the wind!

Meanwhile, the second floor of Flender's cramped, cluttered curio shop had become a temporary field hospital.

Ma Hongjun's pig-slaughtering howls rang out without end. His fat body writhed painfully on the bed, while several spots where the Dragon Whisker Needles had pierced him were blackish-purple and horribly swollen.

Zhao Wuji stood by the bed. Seeing Ma Hongjun's miserable state, he could not help drawing a sharp breath.

He had personally experienced the Dragon Whisker Needles' terrifying power. Just looking at them now made his muscles ache faintly, reminding him of that bone-piercing, muscle-twisting agony.

Flender approached with a gleaming dagger in hand, his expression grave.

Zhao Wuji's brows Furrowed as he asked in a deep voice, "Flender, what are you planning to do?"

"What do you think?" Flender's face was full of helplessness and bitterness, his voice somewhat hoarse. "Little San is still unconscious, and none of us knows his unique hidden weapon techniques. We can't just leave the Dragon Whisker Needles Inside Body Fatty forever, can we?"

"They'll kill him!"

He glanced at the Healing System Soul Master treating the unconscious Tang San nearby, then gritted his teeth.

"Since the Healing Soul Master is here anyway, and the money has already been spent, treating one person is treating them, and treating two is the same."

"Better short pain than long pain!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a sturdy wooden stick from the corner and handed it to Zhao Wuji. "Old Zhao, give him a hit to the back of the head and quiet him down first. Otherwise, I can't do it."

Zhao Wuji took the stick. Looking at Ma Hongjun struggling in agony, a trace of reluctance flashed through his eyes, but he still nodded.

He walked to the bedside, aimed carefully, and raised the stick before bringing it down—

Bang!

With a dull thud, Ma Hongjun's howling came to an abrupt stop. His head tilted to one side, and he temporarily passed out.

"Flender, do it." Zhao Wuji tossed aside the stick, his voice low.

Flender crouched down, gripping the dagger tightly. Its blade glinted coldly in the dim light.

His gaze moved over the patches of blackened flesh On Body Ma Hongjun, and fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Yet the dagger could not come down.

"Ah..." He let out a long sigh, then finally shoved the dagger back into Zhao Wuji's hand and turned his head away. "Old Zhao, you... you do it."

"You know, I... I get a little dizzy at the sight of blood."

After saying that, he rose almost as if fleeing and headed toward Tang San in a Quick Pace, not daring to look back.

Zhao Wuji looked at the dagger forced back into his hand, then at Ma Hongjun, who still twitched faintly from pain even while unconscious. He Shook Head helplessly and muttered in a Low Voice.

"Fatty, don't blame Old Zhao for being cruel when you wake up. If you want to blame someone... blame Little San's inventions for being so damn torturous."

His gaze Focused. Gripping the dagger in reverse, he targeted a patch of blackened, swollen flesh, clenched his teeth, and drove the blade in with a precise, swift stab. Then he twisted his wrist, gouged, and lifted...

On the Other Side, the Healing System Soul Master hired at great expense finished treating Tang San. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said to Flender, who had walked over.

"The abnormal condition Inside Body this Young Friend has been stabilized, and his Soul Power has also settled. He is out of danger now. His mind has suffered a shock, however, so he needs some quiet rest. He should awaken soon."

Flender hurriedly nodded, forcing a grateful smile onto his face. "Thank you, sir. But... I have another student who needs your help as well."

He pointed toward Zhao Wuji, who was currently "using the knife" beside the bed.

The Healing Soul Master followed his gesture and happened to see Zhao Wuji carve a chunk of flesh from Ma Hongjun. He could not help sucking in a cold breath, his eyelids twitching. "This... this injury... will cost extra."

Hearing that, Flender surprisingly did not haggle. The muscles in his face merely twitched as he silently took out another heavy-looking money pouch from his Soul Tool and handed it over.

"Is this... enough?"

The Healing Soul Master weighed the pouch, sensed its heft, and nodded. "If it is only to treat this sort of physical injury, it is enough."

"Then I'll trouble you, sir." Flender cupped his hands as he watched the Healing Soul Master walk toward Ma Hongjun. He himself slumped against the wall, his face full of worry.

This crushing defeat had dealt too great a blow to these Little Monsters.

Half the bones in Dai Mubai's body were shattered, and he lay there like a rag doll.

Oscar had five or six broken ribs and still had not awakened.

Xiao Wu had awakened first, but more than a dozen different hidden weapons had struck her. She was currently hiding in the restroom, enduring the pain as she removed each weapon embedded deep in her flesh.