Flender's Death!
The laughter came out of nowhere, filled with indescribable malice and madness, instantly shattering the somber drinking atmosphere in the room.
Flender abruptly stopped chewing!
He suddenly looked up, and the Four-Eyed Owl's alertness instantly caught the completely different, chilling killing intent emanating from Yu Xiaogang, a murderous aura filled with destruction!
This is absolutely not the aura of a cripple!
"Yu Xiaogang! What do you want to do?!"
Flender shouted sharply, his voice hoarse from the alcohol and filled with a sudden surge of rage and vigilance!
His Soul Power was about to erupt instinctively, and the pressure of a level 78 Spirit Saint was like a volcano about to erupt. His right hand shot out like an eagle's claw with lightning speed, grabbing at Yu Xiaogang's neck! The movement was as fast as the wind!
However--
Just as Flender's claws were about to touch Yu Xiaogang's withered neck!
An unprecedented, irresistible, terrifying dizziness, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed into his head!
Buzz--!
The whole world shook, spun, and collapsed violently before Flender's eyes! His outstretched hand seemed to lose all its strength in an instant, falling Flaaffy to the ground.
The surging Soul Power within his body suddenly froze like a river, falling into a deathly silence!
No matter how hard he tried to activate it, the Soul Power vortex that he had been able to control remained completely still, as if it had never existed!
"Well...!"
Flender only had time to let out a short, horrified groan before everything went black. A strong, numbing sensation, like countless cold, venomous snakes, instantly Wrap his limbs and bones!
His tall body collapsed like mud with all its bones removed!
"Thump!"
With a dull thud, Flender crashed heavily to the floor, kicking up a cloud of fine dust.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his face instantly drained of color, turning ashen.
His breathing was so faint it was almost inaudible; only the very slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was not completely dead.
This powerful Spirit Saint, who had dominated the world for many years, was knocked down in an instant by a small packet of braised tofu, without any power to resist!
The room was deathly silent.
Only the flickering Ember of the cheap oil lamp illuminated Flender's lifeless body on the floor, and the figure before him that slowly rose, like a demon crawling out of the Abyss of hell.
Yu Xiaogang looked down at Flender, who was sprawled out like a lump of mud. On that sallow, distorted face, there was no longer a trace of humility, cowardice, or misery.
Instead, there was an extreme, almost manic ecstasy and cruelty!
His lips parted in an exaggerated, distorted grin, revealing gleaming white teeth, and a low, suppressed laugh, tinged with a destructive pleasure, Rollout from his throat.
"Heh... hehe... hahahahaha...!"
The laughter rose from a low pitch to a wild, unrestrained roar, echoing wildly in the small room, filled with the exhilarating satisfaction of revenge and the greed of impending Godly Trial!
"Flender! My good brother! My Boss Fu!!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was like sandpaper scraping, hoarse and venomous. He walked step by step to Flender's side, kicked Flender's Flaaffy arm with his toe, and his eyes were filled with undisguised excitement and cruelty.
"A lofty and unapproachable Spirit Saint? Ha... You look down on me Yu Xiaogang? You treat me like a rat in the gutter? You trample on my dignity?"
Yu Xiaogang squatted down, his withered, veiny fingers gripping Flender's pale, cold chin tightly, forcing that numb face toward him.
Looking at that once majestic face, now as lifeless as a dead fish, the flames of revenge in Yu Xiaogang's eyes burned to their utmost.
"And now? Who's lying here like a dead dog?! Huh?!"
Yu Xiaogang released his grip, letting Flender's head fall limply to the floor with a dull thud.
Yu Xiaogang slowly stood up, opened his arms as if to embrace the entire void, and felt the Dark Red Wrath Divine Power within him that was becoming more active and Covet to kill as he approached his target.
He could sense that once he delivered that final blow, this destructive power would truly be at his disposal!
"Your Majesty God of Wrath! Can you see this?!"
Yu Xiaogang roared at the ceiling, his voice trembling and fanatical.
"Your humble servant will offer the first sacrifice for you! The blood of this traitor will ignite the first Sacred Fire on my path of vengeance!"
He lowered his head and looked at Flender again, his eyes now completely filled with a bloodthirsty glint.
The withered right hand slowly rose, no longer the frail hand of the theoretical Grandmaster. The bluish-black veins on the back of his hand writhed like earthworms, Sisi of dark red energy carrying a destructive temperature began to gather and compress in his palm, gradually condensing into a small Energy Ball that jumped erratically like liquid flames, emitting a sulfurous and scorching aura!
"Boss Fu... rest in peace! Your death will be the first step for me, Yu Xiaogang, on my path to godhood!"
The moment those ferocious words fell, the last vestige of humanity in Yu Xiaogang's eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only a pure, twisted bloodlust distorted by divine power!
He raised the dark red Energy Ball containing destructive power high, filled with endless resentment and the ecstatic joy of gaining power, and slammed it down on Flender's unsuspecting head!
"Pfft--!"
A dull, sticky popping sound suddenly rang out in the deathly silent room, so muffled it made one's heart stop.
Red, white, and fragmented bone mixed with viscous tissue fluid splattered out like violently crushed berries!
Hot liquid splattered onto Yu Xiaogang's twisted, maniacal face, leaving scalding, foul-smelling marks on his sallow, withered skin. A few drops of the thick mixture even clung to the corners of his cracked mouth.
Instead of wiping it away, he stuck out his dark red tongue and, with a blasphemous greed, licked the warm fluid that belonged to his former brother from the corner of his lips.
A strange taste, a mixture of scorching sulfur and a strong, bloody stench, spread through his mouth, but this taste was like the strongest liquor, instantly igniting all the madness deep within his soul!
"Ha ha ha ha--!!"
Yu Xiaogang's maniacal laughter shattered the roof, carrying a sharp sound that tore through the night sky—the ultimate catharsis of a lifetime of suppressed humiliation finally being avenged!
He was bathed in splattered blood and flesh, like a demon god crawling out of a hellish blood pool, raising his fist high—the fist that had just completed its killing spree, now still wreathed in dark red energy, dripping with brain matter and blood.
"Did you see that?! Boss Fu! Did you see that?!!"
He roared at the mangled body, headless and with warm blood still gushing from the severed neck, his voice distorted and hoarse with ecstasy.
"Trash?! Who are you calling trash?! Who's lying here like rotten meat?! Whose head has exploded?! It's you!! You damn fool who looks down on people! Hahahaha--!!"