Ma Hongjun Mocks Ning Rongrong: "I'm Useless, So You Won't Be Good Either!" The Canghui Crowd Scoffs

Oscar looked at the bloody, mangled form of Ma Hongjun on the ground, his heart twisting in agony.

He lunged forward, pointing at Huang Yan with righteous indignation:

"How can you be so vicious and cruel!

Fatty may have been a bit flippant with his words, but even if he was in the wrong, a lesson would have sufficed. How could you strike with such lethal intent?

That is a blood feud—destroying a man's future and severing his foundation!

Someone like you is nothing but a maniac!"

Huang Yan cast a sidelong glance at Oscar, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking arc:

"Flippant with his words?

If I recall correctly, that was public sexual harassment.

What, in the eyes of you Shrek people, is that just 'flippant'?

If I were to castrate you right now, would that also count as 'academic discussion'?"

Ning Rongrong, standing to the side, grew even more incensed seeing Huang Yan so impervious to reason.

She had been pampered since childhood, treated like the moon surrounded by stars wherever she went.

In her eyes, Huang Yan was merely a rogue Soul King with slightly better talent, yet he dared to be so insolent in front of the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin arrogantly, speaking from a position of perceived superiority:

"Hey, don't get too cocky.

Do you think having the cultivation of a Soul King makes you something special?

You're only at five rings; you're still a long way from being a Soul Emperor!"

Ning Rongrong paused, a flash of haughty superiority in her eyes, and continued:

"I advise you to be sensible. Kowtow to Fatty and apologize right now, then kneel and beg for his forgiveness.

Otherwise, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will never let you off!

You should know what a Title Douluo means to someone like you, right?"

Huang Yan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then burst into loud laughter.

The laughter echoed through the hall, filled with mockery.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong?"

Huang Yan reined in his laughter, his gaze piercing Ning Rongrong like a blade:

"Little girl, you really have been spoiled rotten by your family.

Do you think shouting the name of your sect is enough to suppress me?

Forget about you; even if your father Ning Fengzhi were here in person, seeing me cripple this pig today, he would still have to ask my two elders if they agreed to it first."

"You... how dare you insult my father!"

Ning Rongrong's face flushed crimson, her entire body trembling with rage.

"You're dead!

I'm sending word back to the sect right now to show you what regret tastes like!"

Huang Yan waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly:

"So much nonsense.

Since you Shrek trash are so insistent on seeking death, I shall fulfill your 'brotherly devotion'."

"Hmph!"

Tang San's eyes glowed with purple light as he said disdainfully:

"Your Excellency may have five soul rings, but you are only one person after all."

"To be so arrogant—do you really think you have victory in the bag against us?"

Huang Yan cast a contemptuous glance at Tang San and the others, who were braced for battle.

Golden light surged around his body as the Radiant Phoenix possessed him.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will grant your wish."

As soon as Huang Yan finished speaking, Tang San transformed into a blur, unleashing his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, while his Blue Silver Grass, tipped with venomous thorns, launched a flanking assault.

Dai Mubai let out a wild roar, unleashing his White Tiger Protection Barrier and White Tiger Intense Light Wave simultaneously.

Xiao Wu let out a sharp cry as she leapt into the air, her Waist Bow poised and ready.

"Seven Treasures turn out the Glazed Tile! First: Power! Second: Speed!"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand shone brilliantly, and two beams of augmentation landed precisely upon Tang San and Dai Mubai.

Oscar was busy to the point of being drenched in sweat, frantically producing Recovery Big Sausages while shouting urgently:

"Boss Dai, Tang San, hold the line!

I'll be ready in a second!"

However, at the edge of the battlefield, Zhu Zhuqing stood perfectly still.

Zhu Zhuqing's face was cold and indifferent as she swept a glance over the wailing Ma Hongjun on the ground; there was not a shred of sympathy in her eyes, only a chilling sense of relief.

Catching sight of Zhu Zhuqing's immobility out of the corner of his eye, Dai Mubai was consumed by rage:

"Zhuqing!

What are you doing!

Can't you see we're being besieged?

Get in here!"

Besieged?

Shui Bing'er was almost amused to the point of laughter.

Isn't it you lot who are besieging Huang Yan?

Shui Bing'er wanted to help, but was refused by a single look from Huang Yan.

To deal with this trash, Huang Yan could crush them with a casual wave of his hand.

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, not even sparing Dai Mubai a glance, and said coldly:

"He shouldn't have harassed others; he brought this upon himself.

If you want to stand up for a piece of scum, that's your business, but don't drag me into it."

"You!"

Dai Mubai's movements faltered, and he was nearly clipped by the glow of Huang Yan's flames.

Tang San's footwork was hindered, and he shouted with a grim expression:

"Zhuqing, now is not the time for logic, deal with the threat in front of us first!"

"Threat?"

Huang Yan sneered, his figure flashing past Tang San's Binding like lightning as he raised his hand to deliver a Radiant Fire Fist.

It sent Dai Mubai, who was charging at the front, flying directly into a pillar of the restaurant, shattering it upon impact.

"You bunch of trash who only know how to huddle together for warmth and lack any sense of right and wrong—do you even deserve to talk about threats?"

Huang Yan couldn't even be bothered to use his soul skills; relying solely on his soul power and physical strength was enough to defeat them with ease.

"Ning Rongrong, is this the upbringing of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Huang Yan turned his head toward the rear, his fingertips condensing a ball of Radiant Fireball compressed to the extreme; the oppressive force made Ning Rongrong's face turn deathly pale in an instant.

"Since you enjoy buffing such scum so much, I'll start by crippling your support!"

Ning Rongrong trembled all over, locked in place by Huang Yan's frigid killing intent, and the Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hands began to shake.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Tang San's pupils constricted, and he frantically activated his hidden weapon mechanisms, attempting to forcibly interrupt Huang Yan's attack.

But Huang Yan didn't even bother to dodge; the Radiant Shield around his body pulverized all the hidden weapons into dust.

Huang Yan looked at the few people surrounding him as if they were a group of clowns, his tone mocking:

"So this is the 'monster' of Shrek?

You have truly disappointed me."

Watching Huang Yan approach step by step, Ning Rongrong retreated in terror, her delicate body trembling, yet she still forced herself to shriek:

"You... don't come any closer!

Think this through, I am the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

My Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa dote on me the most; if you dare touch a single hair on my head, my father will never let you go, and the faction behind you will be buried along with you!"

On the second floor, Azure Luan Douluo was hidden in the shadows, his gaze turning suddenly cold as he snorted in his heart:

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

It seems that in these few decades, the world has forgotten the methods of the Worship Hall.

Perfect, I have just broken through to level ninety-eight and was fretting over a lack of excuse to establish my authority.

Ning Fengzhi, you have raised a fine daughter."

Downstairs, hearing Ning Rongrong's threat, Huang Yan acted as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, laughing until he doubled over:

"Buried?

Just because of those two old geezers?

Ning Rongrong, you are truly adorably ignorant."

Huang Yan's gaze turned cold, and the Radiant Fireball in his hand instantly disintegrated, transforming into countless tiny, dark-red sparks like Fire Fly that danced at his fingertips.

"Since you are so proud of your status and your appearance, I shall present you with a grand gift."

For Ning Rongrong, what she cherished most was undoubtedly her face.

Then let Ning Rongrong be disfigured, and let her be an ugly monster for the rest of her life!

To let her live the remainder of her days in agony—that is far better than simply killing her and ending it all!