Ma Hongjun's Tragic Death, Tang San's Fury!

Xiao Qiao lowered her head, her gaze falling on Ma Hongjun on the ground.

There was not a trace of warmth in her eyes.

"Since your companions have abandoned you."

"Then you are of no value to me anymore."

The Banana Leaf Fan in Xiao Qiao's hand was gently raised.

This time, it was no longer a test, nor a punishment.

It was pure killing intent.

"No... don't..."

Ma Hongjun was already in so much pain that his consciousness was unclear. Seeing the fan raised, he instinctively wanted to beg for mercy.

"I... I am a phoenix... I cannot die..."

"A phoenix?"

Xiao Qiao let out a cold laugh and swung the fan in her hand down fiercely.

"In your next life, even being reincarnated as a chicken would be an honor for you!"

Whoosh--!

Thousands of Wind Blades erupted instantly.

This was not a massive storm, but a dense rain of Wind Blades like a thousand cuts.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft!

A dense Cutting Sound rang out.

Ma Hongjun didn't even have time to let out his final scream.

His plump body was instantly cut into countless pieces in this terrifying storm of Wind Blades.

Blood, minced flesh, and bone fragments, mixed with the dirty Yellow Sand, scattered all over the ground.

The Evil Fire Phoenix, who had been arrogant and spewing vulgarities just moments ago.

Now, not a single bone remained.

Only a patch of glaring crimson remained on the ground.

This bloody and brutal scene was displayed before everyone's eyes without reservation through the Heavenly Curtain.

One of the Shrek Seven Devils, Ma Hongjun, known as the Evil Fire Phoenix, had turned into a pile of debris just like that.

The entire Douluo Continent fell into silence.

What followed was a huge uproar.

Martial Soul City, Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat high on the Pope Chair, her pale purple eyes devoid of any pity.

She even found it somewhat amusing.

"Good riddance," she softly uttered three words.

She gently tapped the ground with the scepter in her hand, producing a crisp sound.

She knew the strength of Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao better than anyone.

They were existences that even she had to fear, the most capable assistants by Li Xin's side.

Those sisters, while seemingly harmless, were actually incredibly powerful.

Especially Xiao Qiao, who appeared innocent and lively, was more ruthless than anyone when she got down to business.

That idiot Ma Hongjun, how dare he utter vulgarities towards such figures, and even harbor such dirty thoughts.

If he didn't die, who would?

"A fool who courted death."

Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze, a sense of schadenfreude in her eyes.

The more misfortune befell the people of Shrek, the happier she became.

It would be best if they all died.

Heaven Dou City, deep within the Imperial Palace.

Qian Renxue stood before a massive floor-to-ceiling window, her golden hair cascading down to her waist.

She watched the blood-red image in the sky gradually fade, her brow furrowing slightly.

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on her exquisite face.

"Dead?" murmured to herself.

That was a Titled Douluo.

Although Ma Hongjun had been forcibly boosted by that Crested Phoenix Sunflower, his foundation was unstable, but he was still a powerhouse above level ninety.

Coupled with the buffs from Ning Rongrong and Oscar, two top-tier support soul masters.

And Yu Xiaogang directing from the side, with Xiao Wu holding the front line.

Such a lineup, even facing a Super Douluo of level ninety-seven or ninety-eight, would have the strength to fight.

But what was the result?

He was slaughtered like a chicken.

He had no power to fight back at all throughout the entire process.

The blue-clad woman holding the lamp, didn't even truly attack from beginning to end. With just one control skill, she crippled Xiao Wu.

And the pink-clad girl holding the fan was even more terrifying.

That level of control over wind elements had completely surpassed the scope of soul skills.

That was the Dao.

It was the rules.

Qian Renxue asked herself, even with her current self, activating her Twelve-Winged Seraph true form, it would not be easy to instantly kill Ma Hongjun so effortlessly.

"Who exactly are these two women?"

A strong sense of dread rose in heart.

This suddenly appearing force seemed to be much more terrifying than had imagined.

Originally, thought Li Xin was just individually powerful, but didn't expect the people around him to be so outrageously strong.

If a few more such powerhouses appeared, how could this battle be fought?

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit in eyes became even more intense.

The stronger they were, the greater the thrill of conquest.

Heaven Dou City, Tang Sect's stronghold.

Bang!

A fine rosewood table was smashed to pieces with a single palm strike.

Tang San's face at this moment was so grim it looked like it could drip water.

He stared at the scattered pieces of flesh on the Heavenly Curtain, the veins on his forehead bulging, his eyes bloodshot.

Anger.

Extreme anger.

It wasn't just because of Ma Hongjun's death, but more so because of the profound sense of humiliation.

"Trash!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, squeezing out two words from between them.

He didn't know if he was cursing Ma Hongjun, or someone else.

Ma Hongjun was indeed trash.

Incompetent and a hindrance.

He was only supposed to scout ahead, but he had to provoke people he shouldn't have.

Provoking them was one thing, being killed because he was outmatched was a fitting end.

But he had to disgrace them all over the continent.

Those vulgar and shameless words had completely ruined the reputation Shrek had built up over the years.

What disgusted Tang San even more was Yu Xiaogang.

That was his teacher.

The person he had always respected like a father.

But what was that scene just now?

Abandoning a teammate?

Fleeing in the face of the enemy?

Using so-called "psychological tactics" as an excuse, when in reality it was just to cover up his incompetence and depravity.

In the end, he ran faster than a rabbit.

He didn't even glance at Xiao Wu, who was trapped.

Tang San felt a wave of nausea.

This was the Master he had always revered as his guiding principle?

This was the wise man who claimed to be invincible in theory?

"Xiao Wu..."

Tang San clenched his fists, his fingernails digging deeply into his flesh.

Xiao Wu was still in that woman's hands.

Her fate was unknown.

A panic he had never felt before seized his heart.

Just then.

A wave of green poisonous mist surged within the room.

Dugu Bo's figure quietly appeared.

Old Poison's complexion was also not good, even carrying a hint of paleness.

He had also seen the Heavenly Curtain's live broadcast.

"Little Monster, you saw it too?"

Dugu Bo's voice was a little dry.

Tang San didn't speak, only nodded heavily.

Dugu Bo sighed, the shock in his eyes not yet faded.

"Those two little girls... I remember them."

"What did you say?"

Tang San suddenly looked up, staring intently at Dugu Bo.

"You know them?"

Dugu Bo gave a wry smile and found a chair to sit down.

"That was many years ago."

"When I traveled the continent back then, I saw them once on the East Sea Shore."

"They weren't old then, and I just thought they were noble young ladies out for a stroll. They were quite pretty, so I didn't pay much attention."

Speaking of this, a trace of lingering fear flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes.

"Back then, I was thinking, what if these two little girls, with their delicate skin, encountered bad people."