Ning Rongrong's Taunt? Direct Disfigurement! Dai Mubai's Fury: Zhuqing, Why Aren't You Helping?

The members of Canghui Academy, who had been stunned by the strength of Huang Yan, could not help but burst into raucous laughter upon seeing Ma Hongjun's current state.

"Hahaha! You're killing me, you call that a phoenix?"

A male student from Canghui Academy pointed at Ma Hongjun, tears of laughter streaming down his face.

"That's clearly just a feathered, fat barnyard chicken! Look at how bloated he is; I'm afraid he can't even fly!"

"Exactly! He was acting so arrogant just a moment ago, I actually thought he had some impressive Martial Soul!"

The delicate-looking female student also chimed in with a face full of disdainful mockery:

"Look at that young master's Radiant Phoenix—divine and noble, that is a true sacred bird! Now look at this fatty; he's nothing but a joke, not even fit to carry the other's shoes!"

Listening to the unbridled ridicule from Canghui Academy, Ma Hongjun's face flushed to the color of liver, humiliation and rage driving him to the brink of losing his sanity.

"You're courting death! I am a phoenix!"

Watching the impotently furious Ma Hongjun, Huang Yan curled his lips into a cruel, cold sneer.

He was just about to move and cripple his opponent when a thought suddenly struck him.

Wasn't this fatty always plagued by his evil fire?

As it happened, when his own Martial Soul had evolved from an Evil Fire Phoenix into a Radiant Phoenix, he had retained that original evil fire as a form of offensive weapon.

"You've always believed that we both suffer from the defect of evil fire backlash, haven't you?"

Huang Yan slowly raised his right hand, and a cluster of eerie, dark red flames ignited at his fingertips out of thin air.

The moment this flame appeared, the air was instantly saturated with an extremely violent, scorching, and destructive aura.

It was countless times purer than the evil fire on Ma Hongjun's body.

"Today, I shall use this evil fire to help you thoroughly 'cool off'."

Huang Yan's tone was frigid, devoid of the slightest mercy.

"Since you cannot control your lower half, then don't be a man anymore. As for this barnyard chicken Martial Soul of yours, I'll destroy that as well!"

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

The cluster of dark red evil fire instantly transformed into a streak of light.

With lightning speed, it shot straight toward Ma Hongjun's lower body and his Dantian sea of energy!

"Stop!"

Tang San and Dai Mubai, not far away, finally reacted, roaring with eyes wide enough to split.

Tang San stepped into his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, attempting to rush over to rescue him.

But the speed of that dark red evil fire was simply too fast; he had no time to intercept it.

"Ah--!!!"

An extremely shrill, miserable scream instantly echoed throughout the entire restaurant.

The dark red evil fire plunged into Ma Hongjun's lower body and Dantian without the slightest obstruction.

"My Martial Soul! My... ah!!!"

Ma Hongjun clutched his crotch tightly, rolling frantically on the ground like a boiled shrimp.

The purple-red feathers that had possessed his body were instantly incinerated to nothing.

The comical barnyard chicken phantom behind him let out a desperate cry before shattering and dissipating like broken glass.

The air was suddenly filled with a nauseating stench of blood and charred flesh.

"Fatty!"

Dai Mubai rushed forward, looking at the pool of blood beneath Ma Hongjun and his completely shattered Dantian.

His eyes turned red instantly, and he whipped his head around to glare fiercely at Huang Yan:

"You... you actually crippled him?! This was nothing more than a verbal dispute; isn't your hand a bit too vicious?!"

Tang San also stopped in his tracks, his face as dark as water, cold purple light flickering in his eyes as his hands quietly moved toward the hidden weapons at his waist:

"Your Excellency, the fatty only offended you with a few words, yet you have directly destroyed his Martial Soul and severed his roots! How is such conduct any different from an Evil Soul Master?"

This Huang Yan has already invited his own death!

"Cruel? Evil Soul Master?"

Huang Yan sneered, looking down at Tang San and Dai Mubai from his superior position:

"When he was spewing filth earlier, threatening to forcibly take my companion to a room, why didn't I see you step out to stop him? Why didn't I hear you calling him cruel then?"

Huang Yan's gaze turned abruptly cold.

The Ultimate Light Fire, wrapped in the pressure of a level 60 quasi-Soul Emperor and the bloodline quality of the Radiant Phoenix Super Martial Soul, surged directly toward the Shrek group:

"If I were just an ordinary person with meager strength today, what would have been my companion's fate? Do you people from Shrek Academy think the whole world must indulge you trash, where only you are allowed to bully others, while others aren't even allowed to fight back?"

Shui Bing'er remained in her seat, not even glancing at Ma Hongjun on the floor, merely spitting out two cold words:

"Serves him right."

"You—!"

Dai Mubai was furious, his White Tiger Martial Soul instantly manifesting as three soul rings rose.

But Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul was, at best, merely a top-tier martial soul. Under Huang Yan's suppression, it shivered, not daring to step forward at all.

Tang San endured the pressure, took a step forward, and said coldly:

"Even if Fatty was wrong first, his crime does not warrant this! You must give us Shrek an explanation today!"

"An explanation?"

Huang Yan let out a disdainful snort:

"Do you trash, not even Soul Ancestors, deserve to demand an explanation from me? If you want to fight, come at me together. I don't mind turning you so-called 'monsters' of Shrek into corpses today!"

On the second floor, Zhao Wuji, who had been holding a wine glass while watching the show, stood up abruptly.

Everything had happened too fast! In the blink of an eye, Flender's prized student, Ma Hongjun, had been completely crippled! Not only was his martial soul shattered, but his manhood had been burned away entirely!

"You little brat, you're courting death!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned blood-red, his breathing heavy like an ox, and his bones let out a series of cracks. His Vajra Bear Martial Soul manifested instantly, and seven soul rings rose abruptly.

Zhao Wuji roared, preparing to jump down and tear this arrogant brat into pieces to avenge Ma Hongjun.

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

"Crack—"

The floor beneath Zhao Wuji's feet instantly turned to powder.

Zhao Wuji's body stiffened violently, pinned firmly in place, unable to move even a single finger. The seven soul rings that had just risen were instantly forced back into his body.

Cold sweat soaked Zhao Wuji's back in an instant.

Level 98! This was definitely a peak powerhouse at the Super Douluo level!

A cold, detached voice echoed faintly in Zhao Wuji's ear:

"Let the juniors settle matters between juniors. A mere level 70-something Soul Saint like you wants to join in the fun?"

Hidden in the shadows, the Azure Luan Douluo didn't even show his face, merely locking onto Zhao Wuji with his aura.

"Stay up there and watch obediently. Move again, and you die."

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted violently, his face filled with horror and despair. Under the pressure of the Azure Luan Douluo's soul power, he found it difficult even to breathe, let alone dare to make another move.

He could only stand frozen like a statue, watching helplessly as Tang San and the others faced Huang Yan below.

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

Looking at Ma Hongjun's miserable state, Zhao Wuji felt his heart begin to collapse.

Incompetent Zhao Wuji: Yamero!