Zhao Wuji's Connection Was Cut

The hotel receptionist saw that the other party was an elder of Spirit Hall. How could she dare show even the slightest neglect?

She immediately stood up.

She said cautiously, "Yes, in Room 202."

At this, Yu Xiaogang and the other two were overjoyed.

Heaven rewarded their perseverance. They had finally found him.

"Let's go!"

Flender tossed out a single word, then immediately turned and charged upstairs.

Zhao Wuji followed close behind.

Yu Xiaogang put away the Elder Token, hesitated for a moment, then followed them.

They arrived outside Room 202.

"Bang!"

Flender kicked the door open and charged into the room.

Zhao Wuji was right behind him.

Yu Xiaogang, who had followed them, didn't hurry inside.

He was afraid he might get caught in the crossfire.

Flender and Zhao Wuji rushed into the room and saw a scene so appalling it made their eyes hurt.

Attacked from front and back—it couldn't get any worse.

Seeing Flender and Zhao Wuji finally arrive, a glimmer of hope at last appeared in Tang San's once-empty eyes.

"Beasts!"

Flender shouted, his figure suddenly charging toward the Round-faced Bearded Man.

Zhao Wuji followed close behind, but his target was the Thin Tall Man.

"You're asking for death!"

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

But their actions were completely different.

The Round-faced Bearded Man chose to dodge while 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 and threw a punch, choosing to meet Zhao Wuji's fist head-on.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

The muffled impact and the sound of breaking bone rang out with startling clarity in the silent room.

The Thin Tall Man's momentum didn't diminish. His fist slammed into Zhao Wuji's chest.

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

"How is that possible?"

Flender was about to pursue, but when he saw this, his eyes widened.

Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul was the Vajra Bear.

In a contest of pure strength, even many Soul Douluo might not be able to match him.

Yet the other man had sent Zhao Wuji flying with one punch.

With such terrifying strength, what was his Soul Power Level?

"Bang!"

Zhao Wuji's body crashed heavily into the wall.

Then it bounced off and fell to the ground.

At almost the exact same time, the Round-faced Bearded Man's Sixth Soul Ring lit up.

"Not good!"

Flender, momentarily distracted, suddenly came to his senses and instinctively tried to retreat.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The Thin Tall Man didn't pursue Zhao Wuji. Instead, he punched toward Flender.

Flender raised his elbow to block.

"Bang!"

The terrifying force struck his upper arm, then continued on to his right ribs.

The force was frighteningly immense.

Flender's body shot uncontrollably into the air and slammed into the wall.

"Bang!"

He hit the wall and bounced down, landing with a dull, violent thud.

"Martial Soul, re—"

Zhao Wuji sprang to his feet like a carp leaping from water and was about to release his Martial Soul.

But the pink glow had already filled the room.

Zhao Wuji's mind went hazy, and he fell briefly into a daze.

"Whoosh!"

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

At the same time,

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

No one could have imagined it.

A dignified Soul Douluo would lower himself to become a flower-picking bandit.

And not just any ordinary flower-picking bandit, either.

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

There were plenty of people who'd willingly come to him, weren't there?

The Thin Tall Man thought, You don't know a damn thing. This is exactly the feeling I'm after.

"Pfft!"

The sharp spearhead pierced Zhao Wuji precisely between the brows.

It broke through his skull.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flew wide open, and the pain snapped him out of the mental control.

But it was useless.

Flender had also been affected by the Round-faced Bearded Man's Soul Skill, but while the Thin Tall Man was killing Zhao Wuji, he'd managed to struggle free.

The moment he regained consciousness, he saw Zhao Wuji being killed.

There was no heart-wrenching cry, and he didn't even have time to grieve.

Without hesitation, he charged toward the window.

The Thin Tall Man pulled out the spear, spun around, and hurled it at Flender.

"Whoosh!"

Flender sensed danger behind him, but he didn't dare stop for even an instant.

"Crash!"

He burst through the window, twisting his body to avoid a fatal hit.

"Pfft!"

The spear entered through his lower right back and pierced out through his lower right abdomen.

Flender plummeted rapidly.

Just as he was about to meet the ground face-to-face,

a pair of broad wings sprouted from his back.

"Whoosh!"

Flender shot upward and flew straight toward the distant horizon.

The Thin Tall Man ran to the window.

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

A Spirit Saint with the ability to fly.

Neither he nor his brother could possibly catch up.

Tang San stared at Zhao Wuji, dumbstruck.

The hope that had just sprung up in his heart had vanished in an instant?

He was beginning to doubt his own eyes.

From the moment Flender and Zhao Wuji appeared to the moment one died and the other fled, less than thirty seconds had passed.

They were far too weak!

"Big Brother."

The Round-faced Bearded Man looked at the Thin Tall Man, seemingly asking what he thought.

The Thin Tall Man glanced at Tang San.

"This place isn't safe. We shouldn't linger."

As he spoke, he picked up his clothes from the floor and put them on.

The Round-faced Bearded Man began getting dressed as well.

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

Zhao Wuji might have died, but his death had helped Tang San escape his misery sooner.

So at least he hadn't died in vain.

The two men got dressed and, surprisingly, paid no attention to Tang San.

They both jumped out the window and left.

"Phew!"

Only then did Tang San's taut nerves finally relax completely.

Outside the door,

Yu Xiaogang had heard the commotion stop. Only then did he cautiously poke his head in to look.

"Teacher!"

The moment Tang San saw Yu Xiaogang, tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

"Xiao San!"

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

Zhao Wuji was dead?

How long had it been? Zhao Wuji was already dead?

This was simply too absurd!

"Where's Flender?"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked at Tang San. His fists were clenched so tightly that his body trembled slightly with the strain.

He couldn't bear to imagine it.

Zhao Wuji had died in a single exchange. How could Flender have fared any better?

Tang San said heavily, "He ran."

"Phew!"

Only then did Yu Xiaogang finally let out a sigh of relief.

As long as Flender was still alive.

He turned to look at Zhao Wuji's corpse and silently apologized in his heart.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I brought this upon you."

After apologizing for just a second, Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San again.

"Let's go. This place isn't safe."

Yu Xiaogang thought the two men had gone after Flender, so he was in a hurry to take Tang San away, lest those two return for another attack.

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

As for Zhao Wuji's corpse...

Forget doing anything with it—the two of them didn't even spare it a second glance.