Ma Baoguo Doubts His Life

Ma Baoguo was absolutely furious.

He had never been humiliated like this in his entire life!

What "no grandma's love, no uncle's care"!

What "left cheek begging for a slap, right cheek begging for a kick"!

Listen—are those even human words?

He stared fixedly at Bao Lao Er before him.

As if he wanted to swallow this foul-mouthed little fatty whole.

But as a veteran Zu'an native, how could Bao Lao Er be out of tricks so easily?

He kept spewing filth.

"Ma Baoguo, tell me—we're all born of the same human race, so why's the gap this big?"

"Look at that face of yours—wrinkles on top, jowls on bottom, a dead ringer for a Yuanmou Man!"

"Other people hang their photos on the wall—that's pleasing to the eye!"

"You hang your photo on the wall—that's warding off evil; hang it by the bed, and it's even birth control!"

"Every time I see that horse face of yours, like a dried-up orange peel, a sense of intellectual superiority wells up inside me!"

"I seriously wonder—when your mom gave birth to you, did she set you to random mode?"

"Or maybe you were born from your mom and a QR code?"

"If I were you, Ma Baoguo, I'd have flushed myself down the toilet long ago!"

"If you died, at least you'd make some contribution—entertain the crowd!"

"Every holiday, I'd bring these brothers to your grave and throw a dance party, shouting sayonara... See, how festive!"

Bao Lao Er rattled on like a machine gun, spitting out dozens of words per second.

Ma Baoguo's blood surged, stars flashed before his eyes, and his face turned green with red, red with green.

But would the Zu'an Squad players let Ma Baoguo off that easily?

Soon, a torrent of foul language bombarded Ma Baoguo.

"Ma Baoguo, you're shameless day and night—you've hit rock bottom of cheapness!"

"Ma Baoguo, with all the weapons of Yan Huang, you had to pick the sword—skipping the upper sword for the lower, skipping the gold sword for the silver—congratulations, you've finally reached the realm of man-sword unity: a sword-man!"

"Baoguo, my son, your father regrets now—why didn't he shoot you against the wall back then!"

"Ma Baoguo, you white-haired old scoundrel, you hoary-bearded old thief—your father has never seen such a thick-skinned, shameless wretch as you!"

The Zu'an Squad kept changing their tactics, cursing Ma Baoguo without restraint.

Poor Ma Baoguo—though he was a bottomless old schemer among the New Gods.

But unfortunately, the deities of the World of Gods had a very limited vocabulary for insults.

All they could repeat were words like "despicable," "shameless," "lowly," "fool."

Not like the Zu'an people, who could attack you from 360 degrees, in every direction, without repeating themselves!

When the Zu'an Squad started their second round of filth, Ma Baoguo suddenly saw darkness before his eyes.

The next moment, a surge of blood rushed to his head.

His throat turned sweet, and with a wah, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

Under the green, poisonous BUFF, his aura grew even weaker.

Seeing this, the players all cheered.

"Zu'an people are awesome, Bao Lao Er is awesome!"

"Long live Brother Bao!"

"Zu'an's Bao Lao Er—terrifying like this!"

"Ma Baoguo, you're kicking the bucket!"

Bao Lao Er smugly cupped his hands and bowed to the surrounding players.

"You flatter me, you flatter me!"

While the players cheered without restraint, Gu Du wouldn't miss this opportunity.

He took a deep breath and shouted.

"Sharp Knife Team, follow me!"

The Sharp Knife Team was made up of the strongest players in terms of realm and power.

Led by Gu Du, most of them were from the first and second batches of players to enter the Immortal Path.

Immediately, Gu Du, Li Taibai, Evolve Egg, Luo Mou Ren, and a few other players charged straight at Ma Baoguo.

By now, Ma Baoguo's Scorpion Lion Believers had suffered countless casualties under the players' desperate attacks.

The mountain gate, once blocked, now stood empty.

Li Taibai and the other players swung their makeshift weapons, raining blows down on Ma Baoguo's head.

Thump thump thump, clang clang clang, crackle pop!

Ma Baoguo, a full-fledged Demi-God, suffered the players' merciless assault!

His aura grew weaker and weaker, looking like he might collapse at any moment.

"Hateful!"

Ma Baoguo's eyes blazed red, fury surging through his entire body.

He had never imagined that this Divine War would bring him to such a state!

Feeling his Divine Power draining away at breakneck speed.

A vicious glint suddenly flashed in Ma Baoguo's eyes.

"Ye Yu, since you won't let me live!"

"Then we all die together!"

The thought flickered through his mind as the remnants of Divine Power within him churned wildly.

A sacred aura burst forth from his body!

"Great God Arbor, grant your most faithful Believer power!"

"Arbor Cross Slash!"

A murmured prayer escaped Ma Baoguo's lips.

The next moment, a blinding holy light coalesced in the void!

The light formed a massive cross-shaped sword, crashing down with irresistible force!

The terrifying Divine Power radiating from the Holy Light Cross Sword exploded outward in all directions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Countless white flashes flared!

Gu Du, Li Taibai, Evolve Egg, Luo Mou Ren... and Bao Lao Er, still spewing filth, along with the Zu'an Squad players—none of them had time to react before they were all instantly slain!

Divine Power raged like towering waves across the plaza!

Players fell in droves, killed on the spot!

In an instant, the entire square fell dead silent.

Every player was terrified!

Was Ma Baoguo really this horrifying?

With a single strike, he had wiped out dozens of players!

How the hell were they supposed to fight this?

Gu Du, freshly revived, wore a grim expression.

The boss's strength far exceeded his expectations.

He had thought that with the Trap Squad, King Grey Wolf's deadly poison, and the Zu'an Squad led by Bao Lao Er, they could at least cut the boss's power by seventy percent!

But who would have guessed that while Ma Baoguo had indeed been weakened, even in his depleted state, he could still kill players with a flick of his hand?

This kind of boss was beyond what the players could handle.

"Die, all of you, die!"

Ma Baoguo's face twisted into a savage grin.

In the void, the Holy Light Cross Sword had yet to fully descend!

The earlier attack was merely the residual Divine Power radiating from the sword!

The Holy Light Cross Sword's true target was Ye Yu!

"So what if he's a boss?"

"We'll just die a few more times—who's afraid of who?"

"Charge!"

Gu Du took a deep breath and shouted.

His words snapped the players out of their shock!

Right, this was a game.

No matter how strong the boss was, so what?

We'll use Ren Hai Zhan Shu—we'll bury him under sheer numbers!

Instantly, countless players' fighting spirit surged, and they charged at Ma Baoguo with wild cries.