Fatty! Calm Down!

The crimson in Yu Xiaogang's eyes completely faded, leaving only a deathly gray.

He felt his body decaying rapidly, and his consciousness fading.

"God... you gave me power... just to make me a joke? A joke that can't even struggle in front of them?"

An overwhelming sense of powerlessness and the absurdity of being mocked by fate completely engulfed him. He couldn't even feel the desire for revenge; all that remained was boundless, cold depression and despair.

He seemed to see himself spending five years hiding like a rat in a gutter, only to be easily crushed by those three figures shrouded in divine light in the end.

Meanwhile, at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, in the Flender dormitory area.

The night was as dark as ink, but it couldn't conceal the nauseating, heavy stench of blood that permeated the air.

The smell was so abrupt and intense that Infiltrator the silent corridor, instantly changing the expressions of the people who had rushed over.

Tang San frowned, and the vague unease in his heart grew stronger.

He still couldn't put his mind at ease.

The twisted excitement in Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he left, combined with what he knew about the effects of the "Nine-Infant Powder"... Although Dean Flender was highly skilled, what if Yu Xiaogang had truly obtained some strange power?

"Fatty, are you sure the dean is in his room? He didn't answer the door when I knocked."

Tang San asked Ma Hongjun in a low voice.

Ma Hongjun's face showed a hint of anxiety and worry. He had been knocking on the door for quite a while, but there was only silence inside.

"Yes, Third Brother! Usually at this time, the Dean is either in his office or drinking in his room, and he rarely doesn't respond!"

Oscar sniffed, his face turning pale.

"Hiss... This smell... Something's not right! It's too strong! It smells like... blood?"

Xiao Wu and Dai Mubai immediately became alert.

Xiao Wu's rabbit ears twitched slightly, trying to catch the faint sounds inside the door, but there was only a chilling silence.

Dai Mubai said in a deep voice:

"Fatty, get out of the way!"

He stepped forward, his Soul Power surging, the muscles in his right arm bulging, and he let out a low shout.

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

A solid white beam of light slammed into the door lock!

"Boom!"

Sawdust flew everywhere, and the door latch shattered with a crash. The door was flung open by a violent gust of air, and a pungent, suffocating stench of blood mixed with the sour smell of cheap beer and grease assaulted the senses!

The dim oil lamp inside still flickered, casting a hellish, yellowish glow over the room.

Time seemed to stand still.

Ma Hongjun, who was at the forefront, instantly froze and stared blankly at the worry on his face, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth wide, making "hoarse... hoarse..." sounds in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

Oscar suddenly covered his mouth, his stomach churning, and let out a suppressed retching sound.

Xiao Wu let out a short gasp, instantly covering her eyes, her body trembling involuntarily.

Dai Mubai's pupils shrank sharply, his body trembled, and his Soul Power surged uncontrollably. His face was filled with disbelief, shock, and rage!

Tang San, despite being mentally prepared, felt his heart sink the moment he saw the scene inside the room, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head!

In the center of the room, Flender, the usually stern, irritable, protective yet reliable headmaster of the Shrek Academy, lay quietly on the cold floor.

In a way that can no longer utter a roar.

His head... disappeared.

Above the neck, only a horrifying, jagged cut the size of a bowl remained.

Dark red blood mixed with grayish-white brain tissue, like roughly mashed paste, splattered all over the surrounding floor, walls, and even the low ceiling!

Large pools of congealed, dark brown blood spread out beneath him, exuding a strong aura of death.

The headless corpse was dressed in Flender's usual abbot's robe, one arm twisted and pressed beneath the body, the other arm seemingly raised once, now hanging limply at its side.

His once robust physique now looked unusually... empty and fragile.

"No--!!! Teacher!!!!"

A heart-wrenching howl, like a lone wolf weeping blood, finally broke free from the depths of Ma Hongjun's throat and exploded outwards!

He staggered toward the headless corpse, but just before he touched it, his legs gave way, and he collapsed heavily to his knees at the edge of the thick pool of blood. His hands dug into the ground, his body trembled violently, and tears mixed with snot streamed down his face.

"Teacher... Teacher!!! Who?! Who did this?! I'm going to kill him!! Kill him!!!"

Ma Hongjun's cries were filled with despair and violent killing intent. The phantom of his Martial Soul, the Evil Fire Phoenix, appeared uncontrollably behind him, its eerie flames pulsating violently as if to incinerate everything.

Dai Mubai strode forward, suppressing his churning Gastro Acid and raging anger, and held back Ma Hongjun was about to pounce on the corpse.

"Fatty! Calm down! Don't disturb the scene!"

His voice was hoarse, carrying an unquestionable command, but his eyes were filled with equally intense grief and anger.

Flender was not only the dean, but also their elder!

Oscar's face was ashen. He forced himself to look away, suppressing the urge to vomit, and began to tremble as he observed his surroundings.

His gaze swept over the scattered oil paper packages on the table—half a greasy roast chicken, several hard flatbreads, an opened package of dark brown braised tofu, and an overturned jade wine pot.

"The table... shows signs of a struggle... but it was brief..."

Oscar's voice trembled as he pointed to the scattered papers and overturned wine glass on the table.

"Dean Flender's Last Resort wine jug... He brought it out to entertain a guest? The guest... was someone he knew?"

Xiao Wu lowered her hands from her eyes, her eyes red-rimmed, struggling to suppress her fear and nausea. Her sharp gaze fell on the floor near the doorway.

"Brother... there..."

She pointed to a few drops of semi-congealed black blood, slightly unusual in color and seemingly carrying a hint of sulfurous burning, and a small, irregularly shaped piece of scale about the size of a fingernail, covered with strange patterns of dark red and pale gold...?

"This bloodstain... doesn't look like the Dean's... and this... looks like... the scales of some kind of Soul Beast? But the aura is so strange..."

All eyes instantly focused on the direction Xiao Wu was pointing. Those few drops of black blood and that strange scale stood out starkly against Dean Flender's profuse bloodstains.

Tang San's eyes instantly sharpened like a hawk's.

He didn't speak, but slowly walked to the unusual bloodstains and scales, and squatted down.

He didn't touch it with his hands, but carefully observed it with his Purple Demon Eye.

That black blood... carried a trace of extremely faint, violent, and chaotic residual energy, seemingly echoing the strange power that Yu Xiaogang had unleashed at the end in his memory... That scale... interwoven with dark red and pale gold, with ferocious patterns, contained a cold and violent aura that he had never felt before, definitely not that of an ordinary Soul Beast!

A name struck Tang San's mind like lightning— Yu Xiaogang!