Tang San is beaten into a pig's head, miserable!

"Your Highness, I have just recalled an urgent matter."

Dugu Bo pulled Dugu Yan up and walked out without looking back.

"I shall take my leave now; we shall speak another day!"

He could not bear to stay in this great hall for even a second longer. Right now, he only wanted to catch up with that Shrek bunch and vent the foul air trapped in his chest.

On a desolate forest path outside Heaven Dou City, withered leaves danced wildly in the wind.

The Shrek group fled in a wretched state, like stray dogs, supporting one another as they scrambled away.

Yu Xiaogang walked at the very front of the team, his face ashen, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

A gust of fishy wind suddenly whistled past.

A dense, green poisonous mist instantly blocked their path forward.

Dugu Bo stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, looking down at these ants from above.

"Running?"

"In front of me, where do you trash from that pheasant academy think you can run?"

Without a single word of unnecessary nonsense, Dugu Bo raised his hand and struck down through the air.

BOOM! A massive roar erupted.

The earth shook violently.

Before Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun could even let out a scream, they were pinned into the mud by the terrifying force of the soul power.

The crisp sound of shattering bones echoed one after another.

Having already been thrashed by Qin Feng at the academy, the two were now suffering injury upon injury.

Their faces were disfigured, swollen like fermented buns, covered in bruises and blood—a sight too miserable to look at.

"Senior, spare us!"

"We know we were wrong!"

Oscar dropped to his knees with a thud, his face a mess of snot and tears, his head slamming against the stone floor with a rhythmic thump.

Had he not knelt so decisively and begged for mercy so quickly, the shockwave of that strike would have shattered his internal organs.

Yu Xiaogang was so terrified he collapsed against a tree root, his mouth agape, unable to squeeze out a single word.

Tang San endured the excruciating pain radiating through his limbs and managed to prop up his upper body.

Watching his companions lying there like dead dogs, his heart surged with wild fury.

"Old Poison!"

"You are a dignified Titled Douluo; what kind of hero bullies the weak!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and several hidden weapons had already slid silently into his palms.

Hearing this address, Dugu Bo's eyebrows shot up.

"What guts you have, boy. You dare to bark at me when death is at your doorstep."

The green poisonous mist instantly transformed into an invisible giant hand, gripping Tang San by the throat and hoisting him into the air.

A suffocating sensation struck him with a vengeance.

Accompanied by the heart-piercing pain of the Jade Phosphorus Snake Poison entering his body.

Under the absolute suppression of power levels, Tang San's pride and joy, the Mysterious Heaven Skill, could not even perform its most basic circulation.

He clawed at the mass of poison with both hands, his legs kicking wildly in the air.

"Your forehead is dark... the poison has reached your marrow..."

"I can cure your poison!"

Tang San used every ounce of his strength to squeeze these words from the depths of his throat.

He had hoped that throwing out this trump card would make his opponent hesitate, buying him a glimmer of survival.

To his surprise, Dugu Bo did not hesitate for a moment, his eyes filled with mockery.

"You yellow-mouthed brat, you dare try to trick me with nonsense about curing poison?"

"Do you really think my brain was kicked by a donkey!"

He raised his right leg and kicked Tang San heavily in the abdomen.

Thud. A dull sound echoed.

Tang San flew out like a tattered sack, snapping two trees in half before slamming heavily into a boulder.

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out.

Under the erosion of the toxins, his entire face rapidly turned blue and purple, swelling until the slits of his eyes were gone, leaving him looking like a miserable pig's head.

He couldn't even let out a cry of pain, slipping into a semi-conscious state.

Dugu Bo snorted coldly and brushed the dust off his hands with disdain.

After beating up that bunch of arrogant brats, the pent-up frustration in his heart finally dissipated for the most part.

Leaving behind a few traces of toxins to slowly torment them from within, he turned and strode away with long, purposeful strides.

It was only when that green robe vanished at the edge of the horizon that Xiao Wu hurried over from behind. Looking at the group wailing on the ground, her delicate brows knit tightly into a frown.

She didn't even spare a glance for Dai Mubai or Ma Hongjun, her gaze falling straight onto the wretched, battered form of Tang San.

Tang San's breathing was as thin as a thread, and the toxins had caused strange, ink-green patches to bloom across his skin.

Although he understood the detoxification methods of the Tang Sect, the residual poison left behind by Dugu Bo was far too overbearing; he could not neutralize it on his own in such a short time.

Xiao Wu knelt down and took out a water flask, carefully feeding him a sip of water.

Yet, a surge of conflict and confusion welled up in her heart uncontrollably.

Third Brother had always pampered and protected her in every way possible.

But could Third Brother really be completely ignorant of the disgusting, debauched deeds Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun committed in Soto City?

Was he truly a man who remained untainted by the mud, or did he harbor the same intentions as those guys?

"..."

Xiao Wu bit her lower lip hard, her thoughts in a chaotic tangle.

Suddenly, the interface of that Chat Group flashed through her mind.

The Group Leader knew everything, even the secrets of the past and future; he must surely know Third Brother's true nature.

Perhaps, once she found a safe place to settle down, she should go into the Chat Group and try to ask the Group Leader?

On the other side, Ning Rongrong stood a few paces away with her arms crossed over her chest, not even having the inclination to step forward and lend a hand.

Watching her companions rolling in the mud, she felt a bone-chilling sense of sorrow.

To think that she, the dignified young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had been so bewitched as to run away from home and head to Shrek.

This wasn't a monster academy at all; it was nothing more than a leaking, dilapidated pirate ship filled with scoundrels.

Dai Mubai was a cowardly prince who abandoned his fiancée just to save his own skin, and Ma Hongjun was a fat man with a head full of filthy, lecherous fire.

Hanging around with this bunch of devils, what kind of bright future could Shrek possibly have?

The road ahead was already shrouded in gray.

Zhu Zhuqing stood far away on the outermost edge, under the shade of the trees.

Her cold, clear gaze swept over the chaotic scene, finally lingering for two seconds on Dai Mubai's face, which had swollen into the likeness of a pig's head.

The disgust and disdain in her eyes were impossible to hide.

Lacking in strength, inferior in character, and only capable of causing trouble by relying on his meager skills.

A man like that was absolutely unworthy of entering her life.

As she slowly shifted her gaze away, an image uncontrollably surfaced in her mind: that scene in the Star Dou Great Forest.

That peerless figure in white, who had struck down a sixty-thousand-year-old soul beast with a single Thousand-Jin Dragon Fist.

Qin Feng.

It was just a pity that she didn't have the opportunity to leave the team yet; she could only bury this expectation deep in her heart and wait to see him again when the chance arose.

Elsewhere, in the Crown Prince's East Palace of Heaven Dou.

Inside the spacious and luxurious main hall, the atmosphere had become quite peculiar.

All unnecessary personnel had been cleared out, and even the guards had retreated outside the hall, leaving only Qin Feng and Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue had shed the disguise of the prince Xue Qinghe and restored her true appearance.

Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her stunning face, illuminated by the palace lanterns, possessed a breathtaking charm.

She sat upright on the main seat, her gaze fixed intently on Qin Feng below.