Xiao Gang, Don't Die! The Continent-wide Anti-Spirit Hall Alliance

"Crack!"

Above the outer sect hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, space shattered with a boom like fragile glass.

Several bedraggled figures stumbled out of the pitch-black spatial rift.

The thick stench of blood instantly spread throughout the entire hall!

"Xiao Gang! Xiao Gang, hang on!"

Liu Erlong's face was streaked with blood and tears, her hair in disarray.

Ignoring her broken ribs and the searing pain wracking her body, she crawled on all fours toward Yu Xiaogang, who lay in a pool of blood.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang no longer had any of the lofty arrogance of the "theory master" he usually was.

His entire left leg had been cleanly severed at the root of the thigh.

White bone protruded from the stump, while blood gushed out like a fountain.

His face was even paler than a dead man's skin.

He convulsed on the ground, letting out desperate whimpers like a dying beast.

"Little Ao! Little Ao, get over here! Save Xiao Gang!"

Liu Erlong shrieked miserably, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"I'm here! Teacher Erlong, I'm here!"

Oscar was sweating profusely with panic.

Although he had no idea what terrible tragedy had occurred in Heaven Dou City.

The sight of blood and severed limbs covering the floor nearly made his heart leap out of his chest.

"I've got a big sausage!"

He hurriedly recited his spirit incantation and made several Great Recovery Sausages, forcibly stuffing them into Yu Xiaogang's mouth, which was spraying blood.

"Master, swallow it! Once you swallow it, it won't hurt anymore!"

The recovery sausages entered his stomach, and restorative energy spread through his body.

Yu Xiaogang's paper-white face finally regained a faint trace of color, and his bleeding wounds slowly began to scab over.

Oscar let out a long breath of relief.

He had just reached out to bandage Yu Xiaogang's wound at the root of his thigh.

But with a casual sweep of his peripheral vision, his entire body froze as if struck by lightning.

"Hiss!"

He sucked in a sharp breath.

Yu Xiaogang losing his left leg was certainly horrifying.

But what made Oscar's scalp go numb even more was...

The center of Yu Xiaogang's blood-soaked crotch was a mangled mass of flesh and blood!

The most essential symbol of his manhood had been completely carved away by Qian Sha Yu's sword, along with his left leg, with that strike pressed against the root of his thigh...

All that remained was a savage, bloody hole.

"This... this is fucking..."

Oscar sucked in another breath, and the chill shot straight to the top of his head!

His eyes went wide. He instinctively clamped his legs together, trembling from head to toe as stormy waves surged through his heart.

"Little Ao! What are you standing there for?!"

Liu Erlong grabbed Oscar by the collar and cried out hysterically.

"How is Xiao Gang? Can he recover?!"

"Gulp!" Oscar swallowed, his expression incomparably complicated as he stammered, "Teacher Erlong, the Master's life has been saved."

"But the leg was cut too cleanly, and we didn't bring the severed limb back. I'm afraid... it'll never grow back."

"And... and..."

"And what?!"

"And the Master probably won't even be able to be a man anymore!" Oscar shouted tearfully.

"No!!!"

Liu Erlong suffered a crushing blow, and her vision went black.

"Pfft!" She spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed limply into the pool of blood, releasing a cry of utter despair.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's hall had long since descended into chaos, with screams and wails shaking the heavens.

"Headmaster! Wake up!"

Ma Hongjun knelt on the freezing floor, tightly clutching Flender's severed head, whose eyes were still wide open, and cried his heart out.

Tears, snot, and blood covered his entire face.

"Bang! Damn it! How did this happen?!"

Dai Mubai slammed both fists into the floor, shattering the blue bricks. His eyes were blood-red.

Looking at Zhao Wuji's ruined torso, cleaved in half on the ground, Dai Mubai trembled violently and bit his lips until they bled!

Zhu Zhuqing turned her pale face away, her beautiful eyes filled with grief and terror she could not suppress.

Shrek Academy... was finished!

The headmaster and vice-headmaster had died on the spot, while their guiding master had been castrated, dismembered, and crippled.

The once-unrivaled Shrek Seven Monsters were now nothing more than a pack of homeless dogs.

Ning Rongrong rushed tearfully toward Ning Fengzhi, whose face was grave.

"Father! Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Bone! What happened?"

"What happened to Heaven Dou City? How did Headmaster Flender and Teacher Zhao die?!"

Ning Fengzhi's expression was so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

The hand clutching his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda trembled slightly, but he remained silent.

Just then, a voice brimming with resentment and accusation suddenly rang out!

"Your Excellencies Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, this junior dares to ask a question!"

Tang San's eyes were red as he strode toward Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

"Given your peerless strength on the battlefield just now, why didn't you help Headmaster Flender block that sword strike?" Tang San clenched his teeth, his voice trembling with extreme rage.

"If you had intervened to save him, how could Headmaster Flender have been beheaded on the spot?"

As soon as he said this,

The temperature in the already oppressive hall suddenly plunged to freezing.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's brows furrowed sharply, and a piercing chill and displeasure flashed through his aged eyes.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong sneered outright. The vast pressure of a level 95 Super Douluo flashed into existence, forcing Tang San back three steps!

"Tang San, mind your status!"

Gu Rong folded his arms and looked down at Tang San with a lofty gaze, his tone filled with indifference.

"That demoness's ninth spirit skill, Godslayer Blood Curse, was aimed directly at Fengzhi!"

"If Old Sword Ghost and I hadn't gone back to save Fengzhi, then the one who died would have been the sect master of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin added hoarsely, without a shred of emotion, "In this old man's eyes, Fengzhi's safety outweighs everything."

"Not to mention merely two Soul Sages—even if ten Soul Sages died before my eyes, I would never gamble the life of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master."

"What, Tang San? Do you think the life of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master is less precious than the lives of your two Shrek teachers?"

"You—!"

Tang San's face alternated between pale and red from those words, his chest heaving violently!

His double-standard nature instinctively made him feel that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should sacrifice everything for him.

But reason told him that the two before him were level 97 and level 95 Super Douluos, people he could not accuse as he pleased.

The icy, utterly warmthless gazes of the two Douluos made cold sweat break out across Tang San's back, instantly waking him up.

He hurriedly lowered his arrogantly raised head, forcibly suppressing the resentment in his heart as he cupped his fists in salute.

"Please forgive this junior, Your Excellencies!"

"This junior was overwhelmed by grief and spoke out of turn. I beg Your Excellencies for your magnanimity!"

"Hmph!"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong did not even spare him a glance before turning away coldly.

Clearly, they were deeply disgusted by the arrogance and double standards he had suddenly revealed.