"I never wanted to remember that kind of place for even a moment."
Yang Guifei held her pipa and gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's black hair. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was lazy and alluring.
"Silly little sister."
"Of course."
"Our Wonderful Sound Workshop doesn't take in that kind of filthy trash."
In the picture.
Ma Hongjun had yet to realize that he had become the focus of the entire continent's live broadcast.
Seeing the lantern that had suddenly appeared in Da Qiao's hand, emanating a terrifying aura, he froze for a moment. Then, the greed in his eyes grew even stronger.
"A divine artifact?"
"Hahaha, Heaven really is helping me!"
"I want the woman, and I want that lamp too!"
"Beauty, hand over the divine artifact like a good girl. Big brother promises to make you feel better than heaven!"
Just as his dirty hand was about to touch the corner of Da Qiao's clothes.
A golden-red sword aura suddenly slashed out from the void without any warning.
That was not wind.
That was light.
Pure, tyrannical Dominion Light that could destroy everything!
Splat!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Only a faint cutting sound.
The lecherous grin on Ma Hongjun's face was still frozen in place.
But the fat arm he had extended had already been severed at the shoulder!
Blood erupted like a fountain, instantly dyeing the yellow sand red.
"Aaaah!!!"
His miserable scream rang throughout the entire continent through the Heavenly Curtain.
Ma Hongjun rolled across the ground. His once rather imposing fire-red robe was now covered in mud and bloodstains.
Yet the evil fire on his body burned even more fiercely due to the agonizing pain and rage. Dark red flames surged chaotically around him, crackling as they scorched the surrounding sand and stone.
Da Qiao floated silently in midair.
The Sea Pearl Lamp in her hand swayed gently, radiating a faint deep blue halo.
There was not the slightest trace of pity on her gentle, stunningly beautiful face. There was only disgust for a filthy thing.
"Filthy flames like yours dare to show off before others?"
Da Qiao's red lips parted, her voice as cool and clear as spring water.
Her bare feet lightly tapped the air, while the red rope around her ankle fluttered in the wind.
The lantern tilted slightly.
Splash!
There was no overwhelming force of towering waves, yet a stream of water that was chilling to the extreme emerged from thin air.
That water was no ordinary water. It was the Extreme Cold Spirit from the deepest part of Cangming.
Like a blue silk ribbon, the water instantly wrapped around Ma Hongjun's body.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!
Piercing white smoke rose into the air.
Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Evil Fire, which he had always been so proud of, was like it had encountered its natural enemy before this stream. It had no room to resist and was extinguished completely in an instant.
"Aah! Cold! I'm freezing to death!"
Ma Hongjun shivered violently. The cold penetrated his very bones, even warping his scream.
Behind him.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong watched with their hearts pounding.
Although they knew their opponent was a rank 97 Titled Douluo whose strength vastly surpassed theirs.
Their years of friendship as the Shrek Seven Devils made it impossible for them to watch Fatty be tortured to death like this.
"Rong Rong! We can't just stand by!"
Oscar gritted his teeth, a flash of ruthlessness passing through his peach blossom eyes.
"We're Titled Douluo too. What are we afraid of!"
Ning Rongrong nodded heavily, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand immediately shone brightly.
"Nine Treasures Manifested, One is Glazed!"
Brilliant nine-colored light shot into the sky, instantly illuminating the dim ancient path.
"Nine Treasures have names, first: Strength!"
"Second: Speed!"
"Third: Soul!"
Holding nothing back, Ning Rongrong sent beams of amplifying divine light precisely onto Ma Hongjun.
At the same time, Oscar rapidly chanted an incantation, creating several crystal-clear sausages before tossing them toward Ma Hongjun.
"Fatty, catch! Super Recovery Great Sausage!"
With the full support of the two support-type Soul Masters, Ma Hongjun's weakened aura forcefully halted its decline.
The bleeding from his severed arm stopped, and some color returned to his pale face.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the very back with his hands behind his back, staring darkly at the two sisters in the air.
His mind raced as he calculated their chances of victory.
Although the opponents' levels were high, they did not seem skilled at close-quarters combat.
As long as they could hold back Da Qiao, the control-type Soul Master, they might still have a chance.
He abruptly turned to Xiao Wu, who was standing beside him in a daze.
"Xiao Wu! What are you still standing around for?"
"Can't you see Fatty is about to die?"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was stern, carrying the authority of an elder.
"Hurry and use your Teleportation and Invincible Golden Body to disrupt that woman holding the lamp!"
"She's a control-type Soul Master. Once someone gets close to her, she'll be dead!"
Xiao Wu bit her lip, hesitation flashing through her eyes.
Looking at the two peerlessly beautiful women in midair, she instinctively felt a kind of suppression upon her soul.
Especially the fan in the pink-clad young girl's hand. It gave her an extremely dangerous feeling.
"But Grandmaster... they're Li Xin's..."
"What time is this? Why do you still care who they are!"
Yu Xiaogang cut her off directly, an expression of disappointment on his face.
"The Shrek Seven Devils are one body. We share glory and disgrace!"
"Are you going to watch Fatty die here?"
With that enormous burden placed on her, the hesitation in Xiao Wu's eyes finally faded.
She took a deep breath, and the soul rings around her body began to flash.
At that moment.
Xiao Qiao, who had been standing beside Da Qiao and playing with the folding fan in her hand, suddenly smiled.
Her smile was sweet, and her large eyes curved into crescents.
Yet that smile held undisguised mockery.
"A bunch of fleas who don't know whether they're alive or dead."
"You think we gave you face, huh?"
Xiao Qiao gave a delicate snort. The Firefly Fan in her hand abruptly enlarged, transforming into a gigantic banana leaf fan as tall as a person.
She did not even glance at Ma Hongjun. Instead, she pointed the fan directly at Oscar and Ning Rongrong behind him.
"Since you love applying buffs so much, go up into the sky and apply all you want!"
Whoosh—!
There was no flashy windup for a soul skill.
It was merely a casual wave of her fan.
Heaven and earth changed color!
A cyan hurricane formed out of thin air, filled with countless tiny wind blades as it swept forth like a roaring dragon.
The so-called Nine Treasure Glazed Light was as fragile as paper before that absolute storm.
"Not good!"
Oscar's expression changed drastically, and he was just about to pull Ning Rongrong away.
But the wind was too fast.
So fast that even thought could not keep up.
Boom!
Before the two could even scream, they were swept thousands of meters into the sky by the terrifying hurricane.
Their bodies spun wildly through the air, instantly turning into two tiny black dots that could no longer be seen.
"Rong Rong! Xiao Ao!"
Xiao Wu cried out in shock.
She had not expected the other side to cripple their two support Soul Masters with a single attack.
Was this the power of the Super Divine Artifact, the Banana Leaf Fan?
"Don't get distracted! Attack!"
Yu Xiaogang roared from behind her. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, yet he did not move forward even a single step.
Xiao Wu could only charge forward despite herself.
First soul skill, Waist Bow!
Third soul skill, Teleportation!
Her figure flashed repeatedly through the air, attempting to use her speed advantage to approach Da Qiao.
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