Yan Shaozhe's Impotent Fury, Huo Yuhao's Reluctance to Leave

Zhang Peng and Feng Ling!

Sensing the black Phoenix Flame, Yan Shaozhe's forward momentum faltered.

The Bright Phoenix behind him seemed to sense the presence of its nemesis, as if the sea of fire before him was not only burning here, but also Entanglement and scorching in his heart.

As if sensing something, the Bright Phoenix Martial Soul suddenly let out a long cry, and white light instantly illuminated the surrounding poisonous fog.

Yan Shaozhe's gaze was fixed on the woman in black robes in front of him. The Evil Phoenix Soul Master who kidnapped Ma Xiaotao, as mentioned in Xian Lin'er's message, was clearly the person in front of him!

"Give me back Xiaotao!"

Yan Shaozhe's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his Level 95 Soul Power went berserk. In an instant, he recklessly pounced on Feng Ling.

The black Evil Fire and the blazing white Phoenix Flame collided in mid-air, instantly evaporating a large area of Poison Miasma.

Feng Ling stood beside Zhang Peng, watching Yan Shaozhe, who was going berserk in extreme rage, feeling no fear, only approval of her masterpiece:

"Don't worry, Dean Yan." Feng Ling toyed with a wisp of dark red flame between her fingertips, her voice drifting lightly over.

"I've already taken a good look at her Martial Soul."

She paused deliberately, meeting Yan Shaozhe's bloodshot eyes through the firelight, and her smile deepened.

"Your precious apprentice... is fantastic."

The moment the word "bang" fell, the wisp of dark red Evil Fire suddenly magnified at her fingertips, before she extinguished it in her hand.

"Boom--!"

The veins on Yan Shaozhe's forehead bulged and throbbed; he seemed to have never been so angry before.

"You're asking for it!"

"Do you think I, Shrek, wouldn't dare kill you?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shaozhe rushed out. The Bright Phoenix shone even brighter, and the Phoenix Flame clung to its body, making it seem as if each of its feathers was burning.

"Bang!"

Just as Yan Shaozhe was about to charge forward, a tall figure in dark green suddenly appeared.

Instead of stopping the person opposite him, Du Busi stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Xuan Zi, who was following closely behind.

"Xuan Zi, do you still want the Herb Garden?"

He pointed to the churning, Seven-Colored Poison Miasma behind him. "I agreed to join forces with you, but I didn't agree to be Shrek's henchman and chase people all over the mountains with you."

The Du Busi, but the old man is cunning. Right now, the four Titled Douluo on the other side have already joined forces. Although Zhongli Wu and Jing Hongchen were slightly injured, Zhang Peng and Feng Ling did not appear to be injured at all.

If it really comes down to a fight to the death outside, even if you win, you won't emerge unscathed.

Moreover, if they are lured away, and there are any hidden tricks to uncover the secrets of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, who will he and Huo Yuhao turn to for that Immortal Herb herb?

Xuan Zi paused in his tracks.

He looked up at the four people who had already lined up and gathered opposite him. With the Soul Tool firepower of the Mingde Hall and the Evil Soul Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, it would not be easy to hold them back in a short time.

He glanced back at the Poison Miasma behind him.

Now, only one Body Sect Elder, Huo Yuhao, and most importantly, the ancestor Tang San remain in the Herb Garden! The ancestor's body is still very weak, and if anything goes wrong with his safety, even ten Ma Xiaotao wouldn't be enough to bring him back.

Weighing the pros and cons takes only a moment. Xuan Zi stepped forward, grabbed Yan Shaozhe's shoulder, and forcibly dragged him backward, shouting sternly:

"Return!"

The Phoenix Flame on Yan Shaozhe's shoulder suddenly surged, even turning back to scorch Xuan Zi's hand. His eyes were bloodshot as he struggled, "Let go! Xiaotao is in their hands!"

"Calm down!" Xuan Zi suppressed Yan Shaozhe's outburst with his Soul Power, and said in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"Look carefully, Xiaotao isn't with them at all!"

"They're deliberately trying to provoke you and lure us away from the Herb Garden. Let's go back!"

Upon hearing the words "Xiaotao isn't with them," Yan Shaozhe froze in his struggle.

On the other side, Zhongli Wu, seeing that the Du Busi killed him, intervened and stopped the pursuit, knowing that this match was over.

He raised the back of his hand and casually wiped away the remaining black blood from the corner of his mouth, no longer trying to be tough or making any more threats.

They've already got their hands on the Nine-Section Dragon Bone Ganoderma, Jing Hongchen has obtained the Golden Scale Jade Leaf Flower, and Feng Ling has also acquired Ma Xiaotao. This trip has been incredibly lucrative for them.

"Hahaha, the Holy Cult shall rise! The Holy Cult shall rise!"

"Walk."

Zhongli Wu's laughter immediately ceased, and he retracted the Death God Demon Puppet and turned to leave.

Zhang Peng and Feng Ling immediately followed, covering Jing Hongchen. The four figures quickly retreated into the dense Sunset Forest and disappeared into the shadows of the trees in the blink of an eye.

Silence returned to the edge of the woods, with only charred branches still emitting black smoke.

Du Busi snorted coldly, turned around and strode into the Poison Miasma, eager to return and collect his debts.

Yan Shaozhe stood alone in place. The phantom of the Bright Phoenix gradually faded, and the blazing firelight around him dimmed little by little.

"This is outrageous..."

This is outrageous!

The group passed through the Poison Miasma and fell back to the bottom of the valley.

Yan Shaozhe walked at the back without saying a word, his lingering anger causing the surrounding grass to curl slightly.

As soon as Du Busi landed, he withdrew his dark green Soul Power.

He ignored the awkward atmosphere at Shrek and immediately turned to beckon towards the mountainside:

"Yuhao, come here."

"You heard what Xuan Zi said just now, didn't you?"

In the shadow of the mountain wall, Huo Yuhao slowly stood up.

Of course he heard it.

However, with a formidable enemy at hand and the situation on the verge of erupting, he assumed it was merely an expedient measure by Xuan Zi to win over the Body Sect and unite them against the enemy.

Now that Zhongli Wu and Jing Hongchen have left and the crisis is over, are they really going to let him leave with them?

Huo Yuhao stepped out of the shadows, his gaze passing over Du Busi, and looked expectantly at Xuan Zi standing in front of him. "Xuan Zi, am I really going to the Body Sect?"

Xuan Zi did not look at him.

The level Level 98 Taotie Douluo turned his head, reached out and unscrewed the wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a large gulp of wine, using the act of drinking to avoid Huo Yuhao's gaze:

"The Body Sect's research on Body Martial Soul is indeed unique. Studying it for a while will benefit your cultivation."

Huo Yuhao's lips moved, his fingers clenching at his sides. "But I'm at the academy..."

"Let me out!"

Before he could finish speaking, deep within his Sea of Consciousness, Yu Xiaogang couldn't hold back any longer.

Yu Xiaogang roared angrily, "Since when have my personally trained disciples been given the right to be assigned places at will?"

"With me here, why would we need to go to his Body Sect to study!"

"Don't you understand yet?"

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm hovered in the center of Yu Xiaogang's Sea of Consciousness, its immense Spiritual Power suppressing Yu Xiaogang's agitation. "This is Tang San's intention."

Yu Xiaogang froze, and the fluctuations of his remnant soul instantly ceased:

"Why should he make decisions for us?!"

"Then go out and ask him."

"Just now Xuan Zi was clearly reluctant to let him go. He exchanged glances with that kid a few times, then immediately agreed. Do you really think that if you go out and make a scene now, Xuan Zi will listen to you?"