Zhao Wuji Disconnects

The hotel receptionist, seeing that the other party was an elder of the Martial Soul Hall, dared not show the slightest bit of negligence.

She stood up immediately.

"Yes," she said cautiously, "in room 202."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang and the other two felt a surge of joy in their hearts.

Heaven rewards the diligent; they had finally found him.

"Let's go!"

Flender dropped this single word and immediately turned to rush upstairs.

Zhao Wuji followed closely behind.

Yu Xiaogang put away the elder token, thought for a moment, and followed as well.

They arrived outside room 202.

"Bang!"

Flender kicked the door open with a violent strike and charged into the room.

Zhao Wuji was not to be outdone.

Yu Xiaogang, who had followed up, did not rush in immediately.

He was afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Flender and the other man rushed into the room, only to witness a truly eye-searing scene.

Front and back, a predicament of extreme difficulty.

Seeing that Flender and his companion had finally arrived, a light called hope finally flickered in Tang San's previously hollow eyes.

"Beasts!"

Flender let out a sharp shout, his figure suddenly lunging toward the Round-faced Bearded Man.

Zhao Wuji followed right behind, though his target was the Thin Tall Man.

"You're courting death!"

The Round-faced Bearded Man and the Thin Tall Man spoke in unison, then shoved Tang San aside.

However, their actions were completely opposite.

The Round-faced Bearded Man chose to dodge while simultaneously releasing his Martial Soul.

A pink flower appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black Spirit Rings rose one by one from beneath his feet.

The Thin Tall Man, however, reached out with a punch, choosing to meet Zhao Wuji's fist head-on.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

The dull sound of the collision and the sound of bone fracturing were exceptionally clear in the silent room.

The Thin Tall Man's momentum remained undiminished, his fist slamming fiercely into Zhao Wuji's chest.

Zhao Wuji's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"How is this possible?"

Flender, who was about to pursue, widened his eyes at the sight.

Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul was the Vajra Bear.

When it came to raw strength, even many Douluo might not be able to surpass him.

Yet, the opponent had managed to send Zhao Wuji flying with a single punch.

With such terrifying power, just how high was his Soul Power Level?

"Bang!"

Zhao Wuji's retreating body slammed heavily against the wall.

Then, he rebounded and fell to the floor.

Almost at the same time, the sixth Spirit Ring of the Round-faced Bearded Man began to shine.

"Not good!"

Flender, who had been momentarily distracted, snapped back to reality and instinctively tried to retreat.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The Thin Tall Man did not pursue Zhao Wuji, but instead smashed a fist toward him.

Flender raised his elbow to block.

"Bang!"

The terrifying force slammed into his upper arm and then carried through to strike his right ribs.

That power was terrifying.

Flender's body was sent flying uncontrollably, slamming into the wall.

"Bang!"

He hit the wall and rebounded onto the floor, landing with a dull, violent thud.

"Martial Soul, acti—"

Zhao Wuji sprang up with a kip-up, intending to release his Martial Soul.

However, a pink halo had already blanketed the room.

Zhao Wuji felt his mind go hazy, falling into a brief state of stupor.

"Whoosh!"

As the Thin Tall Man lunged forward, a long black spear manifested in his right hand.

Simultaneously.

Two yellow, two purple, and four black Spirit Rings rose from beneath his feet one by one.

No one could have imagined it.

A dignified Douluo would actually lower himself to act as a lecherous thief.

And not just any ordinary lecherous thief, at that.

With strength like this, why would he need to do something that ruined his own reputation?

Plenty of people would be willing to offer themselves, wouldn't they?

The Thin Tall Man would say you know nothing; it was precisely this thrill he was after.

"Pfft!"

The sharp spear tip pierced precisely into the center of Zhao Wuji's brow.

It shattered his skull instantly.

Zhao Wuji's eyes bulged wide, the pain jolting him free from the mental control.

Yet, it was of no use.

Flender had also been affected by the Round-faced Bearded Man's spirit skill, but he had managed to struggle free during the time it took for the Thin Tall Man to kill Zhao Wuji.

Having just regained his senses, he witnessed the scene of Zhao Wuji being slain.

There was no heart-wrenching scream, nor even time for grief.

He rushed toward the room's window without a moment's hesitation.

The Thin Tall Man pulled out his spear and spun around, hurling it toward Flender.

"Whoosh!"

Flender sensed the danger behind him, but he dared not linger for even a second.

"Bang!"

He smashed through the window, twisting his body to avoid a fatal blow.

"Pfft!"

The spear entered through his lower right back and pierced straight through his right front ribs.

Flender's body plummeted rapidly.

Just as he was about to have an intimate encounter with the ground.

A pair of wide wings sprouted from his back.

"Whoosh!"

Flender's figure shot back into the air, flying straight toward the distance.

The Thin Tall Man chased to the window.

Watching Flender vanish in the blink of an eye, he couldn't help but shake his head.

A Spirit Saint with flight capabilities.

Neither he nor his brother could possibly catch up.

Tang San stared at Zhao Wuji, dumbfounded.

The hope that had just sprouted within him had been extinguished in an instant?

He truly began to doubt his own life.

From the moment Flender and his companion appeared to the moment one died and the other fled, less than thirty seconds had passed in total.

Was this really so weak?

"Big Brother."

The Round-faced Bearded Man looked toward the Thin Tall Man, seemingly seeking his opinion.

The Thin Tall Man glanced at Tang San.

"This place is not suitable for a long stay."

Having said that, he picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on.

The Round-faced Bearded Man followed suit and began to move as well.

Seeing this, Tang San immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhao Wuji was dead, the fact that he could help him escape this sea of misery sooner meant his death was not entirely in vain.

The two men finished dressing and, surprisingly, ignored Tang San.

They jumped out of the window one after another and left.

"Whew!"

Seeing this, the tension in Tang San's nerves finally relaxed completely.

Outside the door, Yu Xiaogang, hearing that the commotion had ceased, cautiously poked his head in to look.

"Teacher!"

Upon seeing Yu Xiaogang, Tang San's tears instantly gushed out uncontrollably.

"Xiao San!"

Yu Xiaogang rushed into the room, but his figure froze the moment he saw Zhao Wuji's corpse.

Zhao Wuji, dead?

How much time had passed in total? Zhao Wuji had just died like this?

Wasn't this a bit too absurd?

"Where is Flender?"

Yu Xiaogang looked sharply at Tang San, his tightly clenched fists trembling slightly from the force.

He truly dared not imagine it.

If Zhao Wuji had died in a single exchange, how much better could Flender have fared?

Tang San said in a low voice, "He ran away."

"Whew!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Flender was still alive, that was enough.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Wuji's corpse and silently offered an apology in his heart.

"Brother, I'm sorry; it was I who caused your death."

After only a second of apology, Yu Xiaogang looked back at Tang San.

"Let's go; this place is not suitable for a long stay."

Yu Xiaogang assumed that the two men had gone to pursue Flender, so he was anxious to take Tang San away from here to avoid those two fellows doubling back.

Tang San had no clothes, so he could only wrap himself in a bedsheet and follow Yu Xiaogang as they left.

As for Zhao Wuji's corpse...

Forget about handling it; the two of them didn't even spare it a second glance.