Qin Feng Castrates Ma Hongjun! Tang San's Grandstanding!

In the eyes of Ma Hongjun, Qin Feng was already a dead man.

With Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao backing him, Ma Hongjun was afraid of no one now.

Qin Feng let out a scoff.

"Meddling?"

"When one sees injustice, one acts; trash like you is just a waste of air while alive."

"Since that 'Third Brother' of yours didn't teach you well, today I shall educate you properly on behalf of your parents."

Ma Hongjun was enraged.

"Bullshit!"

"I'll cripple you first!"

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth and spat, a streak of purple-red flame shooting straight toward Qin Feng's face.

Although he was lecherous, he possessed the Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul, and the power of this flame was not to be underestimated.

The surrounding commoners fled in terror.

Qian Renxue was about to strike, but Qin Feng reached out to stop her.

"Trash like this would only dirty your hands."

Qin Feng stood his ground, not even bothering to dodge.

Just as the flames were about to singe his eyebrows:

Whoosh!

A pair of massive, ghostly white bone wings suddenly unfurled from Qin Feng's back.

Bone Spirit Fire Dragon Wings!

The ghostly white flames surged instantly; instead of heat, they radiated a bone-chilling cold.

The moment Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line met these ghostly white flames, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, swallowed up cleanly in an instant.

"What?!"

Ma Hongjun's expression changed in shock.

Before he could react, the bone wings on Qin Feng's back flapped violently.

Whoosh!

Two ghostly white fire dragons roared forth, moving as fast as lightning, though they were not aimed at Ma Hongjun's vitals.

Instead, they struck straight at his lower body.

"Since your evil fire is so rampant that you can't control your lower half..."

"Then I shall help you extinguish it, once and for all."

Qin Feng's voice was as cold as ice.

Ma Hongjun felt a chill at his crotch, followed immediately by a burning sensation that reached deep into his soul.

The ghostly white flames clung to him like maggots on bone, instantly burning through his pants.

"Ah--!!!"

A shrill, agonizing scream echoed throughout the entire street.

Everyone could clearly smell the stench of charred meat.

Clutching his crotch, Ma Hongjun rolled frantically on the ground, his wails sounding even worse than a slaughtered pig.

"Mine... mine..."

"It's gone! It's all gone!"

Ma Hongjun was convulsing, tears and snot streaming down his face from the pain.

It was the dual effect of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor poison and the Bone Spirit Cold Fire; not only did it incinerate his flesh, but the toxins instantly destroyed all nerves and any possibility of regeneration.

From this moment on, the Evil Fire Phoenix had truly become a Fireless Grass Chicken.

Qian Renxue stood behind Qin Feng, watching the scene. A flicker of satisfaction crossed her eyes, but it was overshadowed by shock at Qin Feng's ruthless methods.

So cruel.

He had turned the man into a eunuch directly.

Just then, two powerful auras suddenly descended.

"Little Fatty!"

A blue figure dropped from the sky, catching the rolling Ma Hongjun from the ground.

It was Tang San.

Behind him, a tall figure draped in a tattered cloak slowly stepped out, radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure.

Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

Seeing Tang San was like seeing a lifeline; Ma Hongjun grabbed Tang San's arm, weeping and wailing:

"Third Brother! Save me! Save me!"

"Qin Feng... that beast, he crippled me!"

"I've been turned into a eunuch! Third Brother, you must avenge me!"

Tang San looked at the charred mess between Ma Hongjun's legs, a flash of shock crossing his eyes before it transformed into a thick, burning rage.

He raised his head, his gaze locked onto Qin Feng, his face full of righteous indignation.

"Qin Feng!"

"We are all students of the Soul Master Academy. Even if there are grievances, your methods are far too vicious!"

"Though Hongjun may be a bit unruly, his crimes do not warrant this. You have ruined his entire life!"

"To be so heartless and cruel—you are a disgrace to the world of Soul Masters!"

Qin Feng flapped the bone wings on his back, looking down at Tang San from above with a sneer of disdain.

"Unruly?"

"Is kidnapping innocent women called unruly?"

"If no one had intervened today, that girl's life would have been destroyed by this fat pig."

"What? Only your brother is allowed to set fires, but the common folk aren't allowed to light lamps?"

"Tang San, put away that hypocritical mask of yours. It's disgusting to look at."

Tang San was momentarily stunned by the retort, but he quickly adjusted, his gaze falling upon the bone wings on Qin Feng's back.

Mysterious patterns flowed across the bone-white wings, and the aura they emitted made the Eight Spider Lances within his own body tremble.

That was a hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone!

A flicker of greed flashed in Tang San's eyes, though his face remained etched with a pained, sorrowful expression.

"Qin Feng, not only are your methods cruel, but you also use this hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone to commit evil."

"Such a treasure of heaven and earth, if left in the hands of a villain like you, will only bring disaster to the continent."

"This soul bone does not deserve to belong to you."

"Only in the hands of the righteous, used to punish the wicked and uphold justice, can its true potential be realized."

"Kid, if you obediently hand over the hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone, perhaps I can spare your life for the sake of our past friendship."

After saying this, Tang San felt entirely justified.

That's right, I am doing this for justice.

This soul bone can only be used to fight Martial Soul Hall and protect Xiao Wu if it is in my hands; that is the righteous path!

Qin Feng was so angry he laughed.

"A righteous person? Are you talking about yourself?"

"Tang San, if you want to rob me of my soul bone, just say so. Don't hide behind the banner of justice."

"Is your so-called justice just labeling everything you want as evil, so you can rightfully steal it?"

"Do you even deserve it?"

Tang Hao, standing to the side, raised his head at this moment.

His cloudy, aged eyes now erupted with a heart-stopping brilliance.

He stared fixedly at the bone wings on Qin Feng's back, his breathing growing heavy.

A hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone!

And it was a pair of dragon-type wings!

Back then, he had paid an untold price for the soul bone belonging to Ah Yin, even sacrificing his entire sect.

And now, a hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone, countless times more precious than Ah Yin's, was laid out before him, alive and real.

If this thing were equipped on Little San, his future would be limitless!

He might even surpass what he himself had achieved in his prime!

Listening to Tang San's words, Qin Feng felt as if he were hearing the funniest joke in the world.

He couldn't even help it; he let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

"Tang San, I only knew you were thick-skinned before, but I didn't realize your face was thick enough to serve as a city wall."

"How do you manage to drool while staring at my soul bone, all while speaking with such righteous indignation?"

Qin Feng clapped his hands, pointing at the surrounding commoners who were peeking in.

"Ask the people here—is robbing others still considered upholding justice?"

"Does that mean if I take a liking to your Clear Sky Hammer, and I say your hammer is likely to crush flowers and grass, you'll just obediently cripple your martial soul and hand it over to me?"

Tang San's expression stiffened, but he quickly returned to that look of compassionate pity.

He shook his head, as if lamenting Qin Feng's stubborn refusal to see reason.