Ning Rongrong's Mockery? Straight to a Disfigurement! Dai Mubai's Fury: Zhuqing, Why Didn't You Help?

The people from Canghui Academy, who had still been shocked by Huang Yan's strength, saw Ma Hongjun's appearance and immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"I'm dying! And this is supposed to be a Phoenix?"

A male student from Canghui Academy pointed at Ma Hongjun, laughing so hard that tears were nearly streaming down his face.

"This is clearly just a fat chicken with feathers!

Look at how bloated he is. I bet he can't even fly!"

"Exactly! He was so arrogant just now. I thought he had some incredible Martial Soul!"

The pretty female student sneered with disdain:

"Look at that young master's Radiant Phoenix—sacred and noble. Now that's a true divine bird!

And then look at this fatso. He's a complete joke, not even fit to tie the other guy's shoes!"

Hearing Canghui Academy's unrestrained mockery, Ma Hongjun's face flushed a liverish purple. Humiliation and fury nearly drove him out of his mind.

"You're asking for death!

I'm a Phoenix!"

Looking at Ma Hongjun's impotent rage, Huang Yan curled his lips into a cruel sneer.

He had been about to cripple the other man outright when a thought suddenly struck him.

Wasn't this fatso always troubled by his Evil Fire?

As it happened, when Huang Yan's Martial Soul had evolved from the Evil Fire Phoenix into the Radiant Phoenix, he had kept that Evil Fire as a means of attack.

"Don't you always think we're all flawed by Evil Fire backlash?"

Huang Yan slowly raised his right hand. A strange, dark-red flame ignited out of nowhere at his fingertip.

The moment the flame appeared, an intensely violent, scorching wave of destructive energy filled the air.

It was countless times purer than the Evil Fire on Ma Hongjun.

"Today, I'll use this Evil Fire to help you 'cool off' once and for all."

Huang Yan's voice was icy, devoid of the slightest pity.

"Since you can't keep your lower half under control, you can stop being a man from now on.

And I'll cripple that barnyard-chicken Martial Soul of yours while I'm at it!"

Before the words had even faded, Huang Yan flicked his finger.

The dark-red Evil Fire instantly became a streak of light.

With blinding speed, it shot straight toward Ma Hongjun's lower body and dantian!

"Stop!"

Tang San and Dai Mubai, some distance away, finally reacted. Their eyes bulged as they roared in fury.

Tang San moved with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, trying to rush over and save him.

But the dark-red Evil Fire was simply too fast. He had no time to stop it.

"Aaaagh!!!"

A scream of utter agony rang through the entire restaurant.

The dark-red Evil Fire plunged unimpeded into Ma Hongjun's lower body and dantian.

"My Martial Soul!

My... Aaaagh!!!"

Ma Hongjun clutched his crotch and rolled wildly across the floor like a boiled shrimp.

The purplish-red feathers that had covered his body were instantly burned away.

The ridiculous barnyard-chicken phantom behind him let out a despairing cry, then shattered and vanished like broken glass.

The air filled with a nauseating stench of blood and burnt flesh.

"Fatty!"

Dai Mubai rushed over. Seeing the pool of blood beneath Ma Hongjun and his utterly shattered dantian,

his eyes instantly reddened. He whipped around and glared at Huang Yan:

"You... you actually crippled him?!

We were only arguing. That was far too cruel!"

Tang San also stopped, his expression dark as water. A cold purple light glinted in his eyes as his hands quietly moved toward the Hidden Weapons at his waist.

"Sir, Fatty merely offended you with a few words, yet you destroyed his Martial Soul and made sure he could never father children!

How is that any different from an Evil Soul Master?"

Huang Yan deserved to die!

"Cruel?

An Evil Soul Master?"

Huang Yan gave a mocking laugh and looked down at Tang San and Dai Mubai.

"When he was spewing filth and threatening to drag my companion off to a room, why didn't you step in?

Why didn't you call him cruel then?"

Huang Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The ultimate Light Fire, carrying the pressure of a Quasi-Soul Emperor at Level 60 and the bloodline quality of a Super Martial Soul—the Radiant Phoenix—

crushed toward the Shrek Academy group.

"If I'd been nothing more than an ordinary person with little strength, what would have happened to my companion?

Do you people from Shrek Academy think the whole world has to indulge a pack of trash like you—

that you can bully men and women as you please, while no one else is allowed to fight back?"

Shui Bing'er remained in her seat. She didn't even glance at Ma Hongjun on the ground, merely spitting out two cold words:

"Serves him right."

"You—!"

Dai Mubai was furious. His White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and three Soul Rings rose around him.

But Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul was, at best, a top-tier Martial Soul.

Under Huang Yan's suppression, it trembled in fear, not daring to advance.

Tang San forced himself to withstand the pressure and took a step forward, his voice cold.

"Even if Fatty was in the wrong, he didn't deserve this!

You must give Shrek Academy an explanation!"

"An explanation?"

Huang Yan gave a disdainful snort.

"You few useless trash, none of you even Soul Ancestors—what makes you think you can demand an explanation from me?

If you want to fight, then all of you come at me together. I don't mind turning all the so-called 'monsters' of Shrek into corpses today!"

On the second floor, Zhao Wuji, who had been watching the show with a wineglass in hand, abruptly stood up.

Everything had happened too fast!

In the blink of an eye, Flender's prized student, Ma Hongjun, had been completely crippled!

Not only had his Martial Soul been destroyed, but his manhood had been burned away too!

"You little brat, you're asking for death!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot. He panted like a bull as his bones cracked and popped.

The Vajra Bear Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and seven Soul Rings rose around him.

With a roar, Zhao Wuji prepared to leap straight downstairs and tear this overconfident brat to pieces, avenging Ma Hongjun.

But before Zhao Wuji could take half a step, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

"Crack—"

The floor beneath Zhao Wuji's feet instantly crumbled to dust.

His body went rigid. He was pinned in place, unable to move even a finger.

The seven Soul Rings that had just appeared were instantly forced back into his body.

Cold sweat soaked Zhao Wuji's back.

Level 98!

Without a doubt, this was a peak powerhouse at the Super Douluo level!

A cool voice drifted faintly into Zhao Wuji's ear:

"Let the younger generation settle their own affairs.

You're a Soul Saint barely past Level 70. You want to go downstairs and join the fun too?"

In the shadows, Azure Luan Douluo, who had also been watching the show, didn't even reveal himself. He simply held Zhao Wuji in place with his aura.

"Stay right there and watch.

Move again, and you die."

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply. His face filled with shock and despair.

Under Azure Luan Douluo's Soul Power pressure, even breathing was difficult. He didn't dare move a muscle.

He could only stand frozen like a statue, watching Tang San and the others downstairs face Huang Yan.

But with Huang Yan this monstrously powerful, how could Tang San and the others possibly be his match?

Looking at Ma Hongjun's horrifying state, Zhao Wuji felt himself falling apart.