The Hypocritical Tang San

Meng Shu was in no hurry to make things difficult for Zhao Wuji. His gaze shifted to Ma Hongjun, whose face had gone pale. "Stealing our soul beast would have been one thing, but this dead fatso even insulted my granddaughter. Today, you must give us an explanation!" Zhao Wuji was so furious that he wished he could chop the foul-mouthed Ma Hongjun into eight pieces.

He abruptly turned and roared, "Ma Hongjun! Kneel down immediately and apologize to Miss Meng!"

Ma Hongjun was so terrified he was practically about to wet himself. Even a Soul Saint was no more than an ant before a Soul Douluo. What was a mere Soul Grandmaster like him worth?

With a thud, Ma Hongjun dropped to his knees. He kowtowed while frantically slapping himself, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Spare me, Miss Meng! I know I was wrong! I have a filthy mouth! I deserve to die! Please, be magnanimous and spare this worthless life of mine!"

Meng Yiran snorted and turned her face away. Seeing Ma Hongjun grovel on the ground like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy with no shred of dignity left, much of her anger subsided, leaving only disgust.

Zhao Wuji seized the chance to speak, his voice carrying a trace of pleading. "Senior Dragon Duke, to be honest, my students and I were attacked by the Titan Giant Ape earlier. One of our female students was even taken away. We were frantic with worry, which is why we acted so rashly and offended you. I hope you will be generous enough to let us go..."

"The Titan Giant Ape?" Dragon Duke Meng Shu's pupils shrank sharply, and his expression changed at once. "That king of the forest appeared in the outskirts of the