Tang Hao Pursued Xiao Wu; Ma Hongjun Was Struck Between the Legs by Hundred Claws; Flender Arrived

As long as she escaped deep into that vast forest, Tang Hao would have no way to deal with her.

Those towering ancient trees, tangled vines, and deep caves were territory she had known since childhood.

There, she was a true Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the king of all low-level soul beasts.

Under the moonlight, a pink figure sped across fields and streams, racing toward the dark edge of the distant forest.

Tears scattered along the way, glittering beneath the moon like a shattered string of crystals.

The outline of Shrek behind her grew smaller and smaller before finally vanishing into the night.

When Tang Hao returned from Suotuo City to Shrek, the night was thick as ink.

He sensed that Tang San was not in bed.

He had fallen to the floor.

Using elbows swollen like pig's trotters to brace himself against the ground,

he crawled toward the door inch by inch.

His face was so swollen that his features were squeezed together, his lips turned outward.

Drool streamed down constantly, leaving shining wet trails across the floor.

"Uhh... ahh..."

Broken syllables squeezed from his throat.

His eyes, visible through swollen slits, were bloodshot.

They stared fixedly toward the door.

His five fingers stretched forward.

As though trying to grasp something.

Tang Hao followed the direction of his pointing fingers.

It was the direction of Xiao Wu's room.

His expression instantly darkened like iron.

A cold Soul Power field swept across a radius of a thousand meters like a vast net.

There was no trace of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit.

She had run!

Tang Hao slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

He had underestimated this rabbit.

He had thought that after living with Tang San for six years,

after accompanying him all the way from Nuoding,

she would at least feel some affection, hesitation, and reluctance.

If he dragged it out for a few more years, until Little San became strong enough,

until the rabbit was completely trapped and unable to pull herself free,

everything would fall into place naturally.

Little San would gain a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

This was the path he had laid out.

But now everything was ruined, all because of Fang Fan.

If he had not humiliated Little San in public and forced him to reveal himself,

Xiao Wu would not have sensed the threat of a Titled Douluo and fled!

If that level ninety-six Titled Douluo had not interfered and forced him to retreat, she would not even have dared to think of running.

That white-robed drunk had appeared out of nowhere and utterly wrecked his carefully planned arrangement.

Tang Hao walked to Tang San, bent down, and scooped him up.

Tang San was as light as dry firewood, his whole body trembling from pain or grief.

Tang Hao placed him back on the bed, his movements stiff and clumsy.

He was not a father who knew how to care for others. He only knew how to forge iron, drink wine, and smash everything apart with the Clear Sky Hammer.

But as he looked at his son's face, swollen beyond recognition,

at those eyes that could only let out whimpers,

the heart that alcohol had soaked for decades finally twinged with pain.

"She ran away."

His voice was hoarse, offering no comfort.

"That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. She won't be coming back."

Tang San suddenly stiffened, then began trembling violently.

With his swollen, misshapen hands, he desperately pounded the bedboard, producing dull thuds.

Tang Hao silently walked to the window.

Moonlight spilled over his unkempt beard.

He had long ago left a trace of Soul Power on Xiao Wu. He had to pursue her; if she got too far away, the rabbit would escape.

He tilted his head and glanced at Dai Mubai, who was curled in the corner of the neighboring bed, staring blankly at the wall.

He had bathed a hundred times.

He had scrubbed his skin red and wrinkled.

Yet he still felt the filth had seeped into his bones.

The healing Soul Master had said the wound between his legs would not render him completely useless.

But no one could say how much function would return.

A dignified prince of the Star Luo Empire had nearly become a eunuch before even marrying and having children.

The blow had nearly shattered all his pride.

Tang Hao casually picked up a pebble and flicked it with his finger, accurately striking Dai Mubai's bald head.

"Ah—"

Dai Mubai screamed and sprang up.

Only then did he notice Tang San struggling to crawl toward the door.

He hurriedly jumped down from the bed and supported him.

"What are you doing?"

Tang San could not speak. He could only use his elbows to shove himself desperately toward the door.

His swollen eyes stared fixedly outside, while his throat let out a mournful cry like a trapped beast.

Tang Hao said nothing more.

His figure flashed, turning into a dark-red afterimage.

He shot toward the Star Dou Forest.

Outside Suotuo City,

the sun sank below the horizon, leaving only a dark purple afterglow hanging in the sky.

Beside the official road,

Ma Hongjun stared at Zhu Zhuqing, who was practically within reach. The cool fragrance around her nose, mixed with the faint chill of soapberry, made his heart race.

Those full peaks rose and fell with every leap, making his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

He grinned.

The phantom of the Evil Fire Phoenix spread crimson wings behind him.

Though fat, his body was exceptionally nimble.

Scarlet flames gathered around his right fist.

He aimed at her fullest breast, a lewd smile on his face.

But his fist missed.

Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly sank.

Her knees bent and her waist twisted.

Like a spirit cat, she slipped beneath his punch.

Her long hair traced a black arc as she circled behind him.

Second Soul Skill: Netherworld Hundred Claws!

All ten fingers lit up with ghostly blue light, their claw blades sharp as knives.

A ball of blue light abruptly blossomed between Ma Hongjun's legs.

A hundred claws landed precisely on the same spot.

A dense series of tearing sounds merged into one.

His pants shattered into fluttering scraps like butterflies.

The claw blades sliced through flesh and blood vessels.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

It was over in the blink of an eye.

"Ahhh—"

Ma Hongjun let out a miserable scream.

Both hands clutched his crotch.

His entire body shot forward like a lit rocket.

Headfirst, he plunged into the rice paddy by the roadside.

Bang

Mud splashed everywhere as his head buried deep in the muck.

His two legs kicked uselessly.

His fat body stood upside down in the middle of the paddy.

Mud water flooded into his nose, ears, and mouth.

He choked and coughed violently.

Every cough tore the wound between his legs further open, blood spreading through the muddy water.

"You vicious woman—you actually dared to ambush my manhood..."

He roared with a sobbing tone, both hands clamped tightly over his crotch as blood seeped through his fingers.

He had thought that the Evil Fire Phoenix, at the same rank, could never lose. His mutated martial soul was stronger than ordinary ones, and he had always held the advantage in fights.

But this black-skirted girl struck decisively and viciously, moving so fast that he had no time to defend himself.

He had wanted to capture her and vent his evil fire, only to encounter claws that would end his bloodline. Before he could vent the evil fire, he had sacrificed his manhood.

Flender had said that a Soul Master who did not cause trouble was not a good Soul Master.

But he had never told him that the consequences of provoking someone stronger were this miserable.

The heart-rending pain below his waist and the sticky pool of blood told him a cruel truth.

He might never be a man again.

His evil fire Soul Power ran wild out of control. He held it in until his whole body turned red and white steam rose from his skin.

Ning Rongrong stood on the official road, covering her little mouth, her eyes wide and round.

She had witnessed Zhu Zhuqing flash behind Ma Hongjun.

Then, in an instant, strike him a hundred times with her claws.

The ruthless decisiveness made Ning Rongrong's scalp tingle, yet she also felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

"Big breasts—"

She abruptly changed her words and patted her cheeks.

"Zhuqing, you're amazing! That dead fatty deserved it!"

"Thank you."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly and turned her gaze toward Fang Fan.

"It was all thanks to Fang Fan.

If he had not been here, I would not have acted."

She spoke calmly and frankly.

In the past, she had no backer and no way out, so she had to keep a low profile.

Now, Fang Fan and a level ninety-six Peak Douluo were protecting her path.

Naturally, she had no more concerns.

She had not changed.

She simply no longer needed to endure it.

Ning Rongrong followed her gaze toward Fang Fan.

She nodded as well.

Silently, she committed this realization to heart.

This man was the one who absolutely could not be provoked.

"Which naughty little brat is this, planted upside down in the mud?"

Zhao Wuji's rough voice came from nearby.

The old straw hat on his head was tilted to one side, exposing half his bald scalp.

He strode forward and grabbed Ma Hongjun's ankle with a palm as large as a fan.

Like pulling up a radish, he yanked him out of the mud.

"Ahhh—"

Ma Hongjun screamed, covered in mud.

His mouth was full of muddy water.

He coughed so hard that his fat jiggled wildly, blood spurting from between his legs.