Blood Stains Blue Tyrant! Shrek's Panic!

Dugu Yan chuckled at her grandfather's reaction and exclaimed sweetly.

"Oh, Grandpa!"

"Ye Qing has a much broader perspective than you. What's wrong with listening to his analysis?"

Ye Qing chuckled to himself.

It's quite amusing to see the grandfather and grandson bickering.

He cleared his throat and began to analyze the situation seriously.

"Yanzi, the Old Poison didn't give you the wrong treasure this time."

"Although this Soul Bone isn't purely poisonous, it's definitely a good Soul Bone."

Ye Qing pointed to the bone that shimmered with colorful light and began to explain.

"The Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is known for its speed, and also possesses the flight and explosive acceleration capabilities provided by its crest."

"As a control-type Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Soul Master, you possess extremely potent venom and exceptional control abilities."

"But your weaknesses are equally obvious: a lack of exceptional speed and aerial combat maneuverability."

"Once they encounter agility-based or flight-type Soul Master who excel at kiting or aerial attacks, they are easily put on the defensive."

"Absorbing this 50,000-year-old Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent Soul Bone will most likely grant you a top-tier flight Soul Skill, or a burst Soul Skill that can increase your speed several times over in a short period of time."

"This will perfectly compensate for your shortcomings in speed and altitude."

"Let your poison spread faster, farther, and more unexpectedly."

Ye Qing's every word hit the nail on the head.

The logic is rigorous, and the analysis is extremely thorough.

Dugu Yan's eyes lit up as she listened, and she nodded repeatedly.

"I'll listen to you!"

"Then I'll fuse it now!"

Dugu Yan smiled sweetly and reached out to take the Fifty-Thousand-Year Soul Bone.

Dugu Bo, who had been fuming, fell silent after hearing Ye Qing's analysis.

The Old Poison, with his hands in his sleeves, sidled up to Ye Qing with a sour look on his face.

The Old Poison nudged Ye Qing with his elbow and muttered something under his breath, clearly annoyed.

"She actually needed your permission to absorb the Fifty-Thousand-Year Soul Bone I gave her."

"Tell me, what kind of bewitching potion did you give my granddaughter?"

Ye Qing raised an eyebrow, her tone nonchalant. "That's called personal charisma."

"Furthermore, professional matters should naturally be left to professionals for analysis."

"Old Poison, if you truly care about Yanzi, you should understand that indiscriminately absorbing Soul Bone will only waste her potential."

Dugu Bo was so speechless that he rolled his eyes, but he couldn't find any words to refute him.

The Old Poison master knew very well that although Ye Qing was young, his unwavering composure and understanding of the Soul Master system were even more terrifying than those old monsters in the Spirit Hall.

"Snort!"

"You've got a bit of a twisted logic, kid!"

Dugu Bo rolled his eyes, stubbornly insisting on saying something out of pride.

"Yanyan, quickly sit down cross-legged and absorb the essence. Grandpa will protect you!"

Dugu Yan no longer hesitated.

She found a flat patch of grass and sat cross-legged.

He levitated the 50,000-year- Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's right arm bone, which radiated brilliant colorful light, in front of him.

Pure Soul Power surged through her delicate body, drawing the Soul Bone slowly into her right arm.

In an instant.

Colorful clouds surged, and snakes hissed softly.

The afternoon sun in Heaven Dou City was exceptionally bright.

At the main gate of the Blue Tyrant Academy, several birds were leisurely preening their feathers on the branches.

A blinding crimson light suddenly streaked across the sky.

A bloody gash was forcibly torn open in the sky.

A pungent, bloody stench rolled in, pressing down heavily.

The birds on the branches were startled and scattered in panic, flapping their wings.

"Bang!"

A dull thud came from the floor tiles.

A figure covered in blood collapsed on the steps.

That was Liu Erlong, the "Horn of Slaughter".

The once majestic, fiery red battle robe was now nothing but tattered rags, stained with congealed black blood.

Her jet-black hair, due to the forced overdraft of her bloodline and the burning of her Martial Soul Origin, turned as white as snow in the blink of an eye.

Her face was dry and haggard, with sunken eyes.

Her beauty was gone, and she was so withered that she looked like a vengeful ghost crawling out of the underworld.

The shoes had long been worn out during their escape.

She walked barefoot on the ground, each step leaving a deep, bloody footprint in the bricks.

Thick, fresh blood seeped out from between his toes.

Even so, her arms remained like iron clamps, tightly gripping the person on her back.

That's "Grandmaster" Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang hung his head.

His face was ashen, like a pile of burnt-out ashes; his limbs hung limply at his sides, and he had lost all sensation.

His breathing was so faint it was almost nonexistent.

In the center of the playground.

The Shrek team was training intensely.

Dai Mubai's body surged with white light, preparing to clash head-on with Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Wire.

The fragrance of flowers and grass in the air vanished abruptly, replaced by a nauseating, pungent smell of blood.

Xiao Wu twitched her nose twice, and her expression changed.

"So heavy... such a strong smell of blood!"

Tang San stopped in his tracks, his right hand instinctively gripping the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges waist.

"At the main gate, let's go!"

The six figures transformed into a gust of wind and headed straight for the academy's main gate.

The six people stopped abruptly the moment they passed through the stone archway.

All sound fell silent.

Their gazes were fixed on the white marble steps, and everyone froze on the spot as if struck by a giant hammer.

Xiao Wu's eyes were red.

"Godmother!"

She gasped in surprise, and tears streamed down her face.

Xiao Wu rushed forward, knelt down in the slippery pool of blood, and reached out her hands to support the swaying Liu Erlong.

"Teacher Erlong, what's wrong?"

Who did this to you?

Dai Mubai clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

The White Tiger's Soul Power surged violently across the surface of its skin.

"Hold!"

"Who the hell did this?!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes were bloodshot, and the Evil Fire Phoenix Soul Power within his body was raging wildly due to extreme anger.

The flames danced wildly along his arms.

"How dare he beat Aunt Erlong like this! I'll devour him alive!"

Oscar's face was ashen.

His lips trembled as he chanted the incantation. "I Have a Big Sausage!"

"Erlong! Grandmaster! Quickly eat the Recovery Sausage!"

Oscar conjured up several Recovery Sausage in one go and handed them over with trembling hands.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned deeply.

Her gaze swept over the deep, bone-chilling wounds on Liu Erlong's body.

Liu Erlong is a level 78 Soul Sage!

The Horn of Slaughter has an extremely violent temper.

What kind of powerful figure could have driven her to such a desperate situation, where she was completely exhausted?

Tang San took a step forward.

His face was so dark it could drip water.

He crouched down and quickly pressed his fingertips onto Yu Xiaogang's pulse.

The internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill flowed like silk threads, rapidly invading Yu Xiaogang's body along his arm.

The investigation lasted only three breaths.

Tang San's heart clenched violently.

The Grandmaster's internal condition was appallingly dire.

Seventy to eighty percent of the meridians in his body were severed.

The internal organs shifted and ruptured, causing a large amount of blood clots to accumulate in the chest cavity.

Even more fatally, his already meager Soul Power was completely drained, and even his dantian developed cracks.

Yu Xiaogang has become a complete cripple!

Tang San gritted his teeth, withdrew his fingers, and instead placed them on Liu Erlong's wrist.

The moment his internal energy was touched, Tang San's heart sank into an endless icy valley.

Liu Erlong's situation is even more dangerous than the Grandmaster's.

In order to escape, she forcibly burned her bloodline, destroying her very essence.

Her Life Flame was like a flickering candle in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Her body was visibly shriveling, and her life was rapidly slipping away.

"The Little San..."

A withered, shriveled hand suddenly rose up.

Liu Erlong's sharp nails dug deeply into Tang San's forearm.

She struggled to open her swollen eyelids.

His white hair clung to his blood-stained face.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, like rough sand scraping against an iron plate.

"Save... save Xiaogang..."

"Save... him..."

He exhaled his last breath from his chest.

Liu Erlong's lips trembled violently, and he spat out a large glob of thick, dark Purple blood.

Blood clots splattered onto Tang San's battle robe.

Liu Erlong then collapsed heavily onto Yu Xiaogang, completely losing consciousness.