Divergence

On the other side, Oscar hurried back to the hotel where the Shrek team was staying.

"Dean, it's bad!" Oscar pushed open the door to Flender's room and froze when he saw Grandmaster sitting inside. "Grandmaster is here too."

"So jumpy. Is that how I taught you?" Flender shot a disgruntled glance at the flustered Oscar.

"Xiao Ao, one must not panic when facing trouble." Yu Xiaogang picked up the freshly brewed green tea on the table and took a delicate sip.

"But... but Xiao San and the others are about to die!" Oscar's voice trembled.

Bang! The next second, the teacup hit the floor, splashing scalding tea onto Yu Xiaogang's pant legs and cloth shoes.

"Ah..." He jumped up in pain, taking a long moment to calm himself down.

Limping forward, he endured the burn and grabbed Oscar by the collar.

"Speak! What happened to Xiao San!" Yu Xiaogang's expression was ferocious; his usual composure had vanished in an instant.

"Gr... Grandmaster." Oscar's face turned beet red. He looked at the man before him, his voice stumbling.

He had never seen Grandmaster like this; he looked nothing like the refined, unfathomable man in his memories.

"Xiaogang, calm down. Let go of Xiao Ao first; he can't breathe." Flender quickly intervened, realizing that if Oscar couldn't even catch his breath, he wouldn't be able to answer any questions.

Sigh...

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Xiaogang was fine in every other regard, but whenever it came to Xiao San, he easily lost control.

"Calm down? How can you ask me to calm down! Do you know whose child Xiao San is?!" Yu Xiaogang released Oscar, his face ashen.

"Whose child is he?" Flender was also curious about this, but whenever Tang San's background was mentioned, Yu Xiaogang always wore an inscrutable expression.

However, since his surname was Tang and he possessed the twin martial souls including the Clear Sky Hammer, it stood to reason that he had ties to the Clear Sky Sect.

"He is..." Yu Xiaogang paused. Remembering the instructions of His Excellency Clear Sky, his mind cleared instantly. He turned around and clasped his hands behind his back. "Now is not the time for this. Where is Xiao San?"

"Follow me." Oscar pulled out three Flying Mushroom Sausages, ate one himself, and handed the other two to Grandmaster and Flender.

The three flew out of the hotel toward the west side of Soto City. Seeing the hundred-meter-high ice wall in the distance, the expressions of Flender and Yu Xiaogang sank bit by bit.

Such a feat could only be accomplished by at least a Title Douluo.

Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing's soul power was already exhausted. She had been frantically unleashing her soul skills against the ice wall, yet she couldn't shake it in the slightest.

"Zhuqing..." Ning Rongrong worriedly supported Zhu Zhuqing, who shook her head weakly.

"I'm fine." Zhu Zhuqing braced her hands on the ground; the backs of her hands were bloodied and coated in a layer of frost. She stared at the three unconscious figures inside the ice wall, her typically cold face unable to hide her concern.

If this continued, Xiao San and the others would freeze to death.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her hand, preparing to continue.

"Enough." Yu Xiaogang and Flender arrived at that moment. He looked at Tang San inside the ice wall, his face grim. "Who did this?!"

To dare treat his disciple this way—he would never let the perpetrator go.

"It was Qiankun..." Oscar started to answer, but was fiercely glared at by Ning Rongrong.

"Tang San wanted to avenge Xiao Wu, so he brought us here to ambush Qiankun Mingxin. Then a mysterious soul master appeared halfway, and this happened." Ning Rongrong spread her hands with a helpless expression.

If it weren't for the debt of the hidden weapons Tang San had gifted her, Ning Rongrong would never have involved herself in this.

It was Xiao Wu who had attempted the sneak attack and suffered the consequences, yet Tang San had insisted on demanding the other party pay with their life.

"Then why are you three unharmed?" Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept over them with ill intent.

"Judging by your tone, Grandmaster, you seem to wish we had all suffered together?" Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips, shielding Zhu Zhuqing behind her, her tone impatient.

"Xiaogang didn't mean that. He just feels that you are a team and should share in the blessings and the burdens," Flender quickly explained, seeing another argument brewing.

"So, Dean, are you blaming us for not suffering alongside Tang San?"

"Sigh... that is not what I meant."

Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, pulled Zhu Zhuqing, and turned to leave.

"Rongrong..." Oscar watched her retreating back, raising a hand to stop her, but unfortunately, Ning Rongrong did not look back.

"Let them go. If they have the nerve to leave, they shouldn't come back!" A trace of malice flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he looked at the three weakening figures inside the ice wall.

One had to remember that Ma Hongjun possessed an ultimate fire-attribute martial soul, yet even he couldn't withstand this ice; it was clear the attacker was powerful.

"Flender, take a look."

Flender nodded and stepped forward to inspect the ice wall.

After a long while, he stepped back and sighed, "It's no use. If we try to break this wall directly, I fear it will cost Xiao San and the others their lives. The person who did this is at least at the Title Douluo level. Unless we find a Title Douluo to dissolve it from the inside with their soul power, their lives are in danger."

Yu Xiaogang's face was dark. If only His Excellency Clear Sky were here.

He called Oscar to the side. "Xiao Ao, do you remember any distinguishing features of the attacker?"

"It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with white hair. He was very handsome and wore white robes." Oscar thought for a moment, then added, "Oh, right, he carried a very beautiful bow and arrow, multicolored, and his clothes had blue ice-arrow patterns. One of his hands looked like crystal."

"A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy..." Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly, lowering his head to ponder the Title Douluos he knew. Suddenly, his pupils constricted, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Could it be him?!"

But that person should have been cultivating in the Consecration Hall; how could he possibly be here?

"Xiaogang, who is it?" Seeing the shock on Yu Xiaogang's face, Flender could not help but feel curious.

He came from humble beginnings, and even though he had made a name for himself in the spirit master world over the years, he knew very little about Title Douluo.

Even Oscar, standing to the side, could not help but prick up his ears.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old Title Douluo—how could such a heaven-defying existence possibly exist?

"It is the Fifth Elder of the Spirit Hall's Elder Consecration Hall, Guang Ling Douluo. Do not be fooled by his youthful appearance; he is actually over eighty years old, and he is a level 96 peak Douluo." Yu Xiaogang's expression grew increasingly grave as he slammed his fist against the ice wall.

Against such an existence, unless His Excellency Clear Sky took action personally, there was no way they could ever exact their revenge.

"What!!" Flender and Oscar exclaimed in unison.

A level 96 peak Douluo—that was a legendary existence.

Never mind a peak Douluo; Oscar had never even seen a regular Title Douluo in all his years.

"I never imagined that young girl had such a deep background." Flender clenched his hands into fists. How were they supposed to take revenge against someone like that?

"What do we do now? Can we at least get Xiao San and the others out of the ice?" Oscar looked worriedly at the three people trapped within the ice wall. Although they were wearing masks and their true identities were hidden, people were constantly passing by on the street; if it reached daylight, it would be far too embarrassing.

Flender stared at the ice wall in silence; this was something he truly could not do.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong pulled Zhu Zhuqing back to the hotel, heart aching as she took out gauze and ointment to dress her wounds.

"Zhuqing..." Ning Rongrong lowered her head, her lips trembling slightly.

"What is it?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at the restrained Ning Rongrong, knowing she had something to say.

"Do you want to leave Shrek with me?" Ning Rongrong grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's hand, her eyes sincere.

She had truly had enough.

Those with different paths could not make plans together.

Since Grandmaster had told them not to come back, then she would just leave.

In any case, she felt uncomfortable here.

The only thing she was worried about was Zhu Zhuqing; she was naturally quiet and reserved, and what would happen if she were bullied again?

As for Oscar, he had always been able to get by just fine, so there was no need for her to worry about him.

If fate allowed, they would meet again.

If not...