Ma Hongjun Became a Eunuch

Cheers erupted from the stands.

Ma Hongjun got up from the ground and brushed the dust off himself. He didn't seem to care at all that he'd lost the match, and still wore that same roguish grin.

"Little Sister Yan Zi, your kick really hurt. But it's fine, your big brother doesn't blame you. When you kicked, I got a good look at your leg. So white, so straight, so pretty."

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

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

It wasn't the sword Bibi Dong had given him, just an ordinary short sword with no decorations.

He tossed it casually. The sword flew out through the box window, arcing through the air above the Soul Fighting Platform without making a sound.

Ma Hongjun was grinning shamelessly at Bai Chenxiang. "When are you free? Your big brother will treat you to—"

Before he could finish, a flash of silver streaked past, and pain shot through his crotch.

"Yow!"

The piercing scream made everyone jolt.

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

Ma Hongjun's body jerked into a bow. Clutching his crotch with both hands, he fell to his knees and curled into a ball, rolling on the ground.

The entire arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted into chaos.

"What happened?"

"Who did that?"

"Someone attacked him with a hidden sword!"

"Up there, in a box on the second floor!"

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

Someone shoved open the door to the second-floor box.

Flender, Yu Xiaogang, Ning Fengzhi, and several people Gu Qingshan didn't recognize rushed in one after another.

Flender's face was ashen. Ma Hongjun was his disciple, and now he'd been turned into a eunuch. His heart ached.

He wanted to see who'd done it. This was going too far. You could beat someone up, but you didn't strike them below the belt. Turning him into a eunuch was downright vicious.

When they saw Gu Qingshan sitting on the sofa, they froze. Why was it this ruthless man?!

Gu Qingshan had one leg crossed over the other and was chewing on a Blue Silver Leaf. His expression was as calm as if nothing had happened.

He hadn't done it on purpose. He really had just tossed the sword casually.

Yue Guan stood behind him with his hands tucked into his sleeves, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

Gui Mei stood by the window, his black robe drifting gently, his gaze gloomy.

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

His expression changed several times in quick succession: anger, fear, and the suffocating feeling of someone gripping his throat.

Gu Rong was dead, and Chen Xin had lost his right arm.

He couldn't afford to provoke this young man.

Yu Xiaogang was terrified. He remembered that day at Shrek Academy, the black figure that had descended from the sky, the chill of that short blade, the fist-sized hole in Tang Hao's abdomen, and Tang San's corpse, ripped open, with his entrails scattered across the ground.

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

An angry voice rang out in the silent box.

The speaker was a tall, handsome young man with a natural air of arrogance between his brows.

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

Yu Tianheng.

The direct heir to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Yu Yuanzhen's grandson.

A student at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and its team captain.

A forty-second-level Soul Ancestor with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, he was hailed as the strongest of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's younger generation.

His grandfather was the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the most powerful people on the continent.

He'd never known the meaning of fear!

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

Why provoke this calamity? Chen Xin hadn't come today, and even if he had, he wouldn't dare put on airs in front of Gu Qingshan.

Everyone else looked just as grim, hunching their shoulders and not daring to breathe too loudly.

Yu Tianheng was the only one here who didn't recognize Gu Qingshan. He stuck out his neck and continued to bluster.

Gu Qingshan looked at Yu Tianheng, chewing his leaf without hurry.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Good. At least you know."

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

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

"Crack!"

Yu Tianheng flew out like a cannonball, smashing through the floor-to-ceiling window.

A series of crackling sounds rang out from his body midair, accompanied by clouds of blood.

Yu Tianheng plummeted from the second floor and crashed onto the platform in the Soul Fighting Arena.

His chest was caved in. His eyes were wide open, his pupils unfocused, and he had stopped breathing.

Yu Tianheng was dead.

Many people in the Soul Fighting Arena knew Yu Tianheng. He was famous here, and a genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

People screamed and ran for the exits. This was going to be a disaster—run!

"Tianheng!"

A burly, white-haired man leaped straight down from the second floor and hurried to Yu Tianheng's side. With a trembling hand, he examined Yu Tianheng's body.

Dead!

He stared at his grandson's corpse and the huge, sunken crater in his chest. All color had drained from his face.

Yu Yuanzhen, clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was a ninety-fifth-level Titled Douluo.

He threw his head back and wailed, his eyes seething with thunderous rage.

"Ah!"

"Who did this? I'll tear them limb from limb!"

Yu Yuanzhen jerked his head up and looked at the shattered window on the second floor.

Tianheng had fallen from there!

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

Yu Yuanzhen was furious. His body shuddered, and lightning instantly coiled around him, crackling.

Someone had killed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's prized heir, yet acted as if nothing had happened.

Some strange little brat!

It had to be said: the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's arrogance and self-importance ran in the family.

Yu Yuanzhen didn't know Gu Qingshan. He couldn't be bothered to learn about Spirit Hall's younger generation, let alone look at portraits of them.

People outside made the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son sound like some kind of legend, but he didn't believe a word of it.

A brat in his teens—what could he do, fly?

He'd eaten more salt than that kid had ever seen rice!

"Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Strike!"

A blue lightning dragon, condensed from Soul Power, surged toward Gu Qingshan.

When Ning Fengzhi and the others saw the blue lightning dragon rushing through the shattered window, their faces turned green. It was an indiscriminate attack—one hit, and they'd be crippled if they survived at all.

Flender and the others scrambled out of the box.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei, meanwhile, surged with Soul Power and moved to intercept it.

An attack of this level couldn't threaten His Highness the Holy Son, but as his subordinates, they still had to do their duty.

Before Yue Guan and Gui Mei could make a move, His Highness the Holy Son activated his shield and advanced toward the blue lightning dragon.

"Boom!"

Just as expected, His Highness the Holy Son was completely unharmed. Yu Yuanzhen, on the other hand, spat blood and was sent flying.