Ma Hongjun Becomes a Eunuch

A wave of cheers erupted from the spectator stands.

Ma Hongjun climbed up from the ground and brushed the dust off his body. He didn't seem to care about losing the match at all, his face still wearing that roguish grin.

"Little sister Yan Zi, you kicked me so hard, but it's okay, brother doesn't blame you. When you threw that kick, I saw it—so white, so straight, so beautiful."

Bai Chenxiang looked at his shameless, grinning face, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Inside the private box, Gu Qingshan frowned and drew a short sword from his Soul Tool with his right hand.

That short sword was not the one Bibi Dong had given him; it was just an ordinary blade, devoid of any decoration.

He tossed it casually. The short sword flew out of the box window, tracing an arc through the air, passing silently above the Spirit Fighting Arena.

Ma Hongjun was still shamelessly saying to Bai Chenxiang, "When are you free? Brother will treat you to..."

Before he could finish, a flash of silver light streaked by, and he felt a sharp pain in his crotch.

"Awoooo!!!"

A shrill, miserable scream startled everyone into a jolt.

"Who threw that sword... damn it..."

Ma Hongjun's body arched violently. He clutched his crotch with both hands, collapsed to the ground, curled into a ball, and began rolling around.

The entire arena went silent for a moment, then exploded into chaos.

"What happened?"

"Who did that?"

"Someone is attacking with hidden weapons!"

"Up there, the second-floor box!"

Ma Hongjun was carried away, leaving a pool of dark red blood on the ground.

The door to the second-floor box was kicked open from the outside.

Flender, Yu Xiaogang, Ning Fengzhi, and several others whom Gu Qingshan did not recognize rushed in one after another.

Flender's face was livid. Ma Hongjun was his disciple, and now that he had been turned into a eunuch, he was heartbroken.

He wanted to see who had done this. It was too much; even if you hit someone, you shouldn't hit the face, let alone castrate them—it was utterly vicious.

When they saw Gu Qingshan on the sofa, they were stunned. Why was it this ruthless man!

Gu Qingshan sat with his legs crossed, chewing on a Blue Silver Leaf, his expression as calm as if nothing had happened.

He hadn't done it on purpose; he really had just thrown it at random.

Yue Guan stood behind him, his hands tucked into his sleeves, a faint, elusive smile hanging on his lips.

Gui Mei stood by the window, his long black robes fluttering gently, his gaze gloomy.

Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted sharply, and he took a half-step back.

The expression on his face shifted several times—anger, fear, and a suffocating sensation as if someone were gripping his throat.

Gu Rong was dead, and Chen Xin's right arm had been severed.

This youth was someone he could not afford to provoke.

Yu Xiaogang was filled with terror. He remembered that day at Shrek Academy, the black figure descending from the sky, the cold light of that short blade, the fist-sized hole in Tang Hao's abdomen, and Tang San's corpse gutted, his internal organs scattered across the ground.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you hurt someone from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy?"

An angry voice rang out in the quiet box.

The speaker was a tall youth with a handsome face and an innate air of arrogance between his brows.

He wore a blue combat outfit with the crest of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family embroidered on his chest.

Yu Tianheng.

A direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family and the grandson of Yu Yuanzhen.

A student and captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

A level 42 Soul Ancestor with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, hailed as the strongest of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family's younger generation.

His grandfather was the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, one of the most powerful men on the continent.

He had never known the meaning of fear!

When Ning Fengzhi heard Yu Tianheng's voice, his face turned deathly pale, and he wished he could turn around and leave immediately.

Why are you provoking this star of misfortune? Chen Xin isn't here today, and even if he were, he wouldn't dare put on airs in front of Gu Qingshan.

The others also looked as miserable as if their parents had just died, shrinking their necks and not daring to breathe loudly.

Only Yu Tianheng didn't recognize Gu Qingshan. He stood his ground, still shouting and blustering.

Gu Qingshan looked at Yu Tianheng, chewing the leaf at a leisurely pace.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family?"

"Glad you know."

Yu Tianheng lifted his chin even higher, a proud, disdainful sneer curling his lips.

Gu Qingshan slowly stood up from the sofa, then stepped forward and kicked Yu Tianheng square in the chest.

"Crack!"

Like a launched cannonball, Yu Tianheng smashed through the floor-to-ceiling window and flew out.

A series of crackling explosions erupted from his body in mid-air, accompanied by bursts of blood mist.

Yu Tianheng plummeted from the second floor, crashing onto the stage of the Soul Fighting Arena.

His chest was sunken, his eyes wide open, pupils dilated, and all signs of life had vanished.

Yu Tianheng was dead.

Many people in the Soul Fighting Arena lobby recognized Yu Tianheng; he was famous here and a genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family.

Many screamed and ran for the exits, sensing that something terrible had happened and desperate to escape!

"Tianheng!"

A burly, white-haired man leaped directly from the second floor, rushed to Yu Tianheng's side, and extended a slightly trembling hand to examine his body.

Dead!

He stared at his grandson's corpse, the deep, sunken crater in his chest, and the face that had already lost all color.

Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family and a level 95 Title Douluo.

He let out a mournful cry toward the heavens, his eyes churning with the fury of thunder.

"Ah!"

"Who did this? This old man will tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

Yu Yuanzhen snapped his head up, glaring at the shattered window on the second floor.

That was where Tianheng had fallen from!

Gu Qingshan walked to the window and looked down at Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Yuanzhen was incensed; his body shuddered, and suddenly he was wreathed in crackling electric light.

To kill the prodigy of their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family and then act as if nothing had happened.

Some unknown little bastard!

It must be said that the arrogance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family was inherited through the bloodline.

Yu Yuanzhen did not recognize Gu Qingshan; he disdained learning about the juniors of the Martial Soul Hall, let alone looking at portraits or the like.

As for the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, the rumors outside were godlike, but he didn't believe a word of it.

Could a teenage little bastard really reach the heavens?

He had eaten more salt than that kid had seen rice!

"Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Strike!"

A blue electric dragon, condensed from soul power, surged toward Gu Qingshan.

Ning Fengzhi and the others turned pale when they saw the blue electric dragon tearing through the broken window; this was an indiscriminate attack, and if they were hit, they would be crippled if not killed.

Flender and the others scrambled out of the private room in a panic.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei surged with soul power, stepping forward to intercept.

Although an attack of this level could not threaten the Holy Son, as subordinates, they had to do their duty.

Before Yue Guan and Gui Mei could even strike, the Holy Son activated his shield and proactively met the blue electric dragon head-on.

"Boom!"

As expected, the Holy Son was completely unscathed, while Yu Yuanzhen spat out blood and was sent flying.