Feng Xuanyuan's Deal with Ma Hongjun, Xu Yi's Critique of the Death God Tower!

The Phoenix God Realm.

"Phoenix God, what exactly do you want? Why not just say it!"

Ma Hongjun looked at the surroundings, utterly different from the Douluo God Realm, and the far more abundant immortal spirit qi. He could not help feeling shocked.

No one in the entire Douluo God Realm knew that the Douluo Plane, a mere lower plane, actually harbored such an existence.

But that made sense. Even a continent floating in the sky would hardly attract the attention of the gods on high, would it?

The Phoenix God had captured him with ease, yet had not severed the foundation of his godhood. Instead, he had brought Ma Hongjun to the Phoenix God Realm.

Thus, Ma Hongjun felt that the Phoenix God might have some plan that required his help.

But no matter what, he would never betray his good brother Tang San, or his companions Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and the others.

"I can find a way to reunite you with Bai Chenxiang."

Yet that one casual sentence from Feng Xuanyuan shattered Ma Hongjun's psychological defenses.

"You can bring Chenxiang back to life?!"

Feng Xuanyuan had already removed Ma Hongjun's restraints.

Now, he scrambled and crawled to the foot of Feng Xuanyuan's throne, speaking in disbelief.

Seeing Ma Hongjun so utterly beside himself, Feng Xuanyuan could not help smiling.

"Who would have thought that the illustrious Brothel Phoenix, Ma Hongjun, who spent his days drinking and carousing in Suotuo City, was actually such a devoted man!"

After teasing him, Feng Xuanyuan nodded and said,

"That's right. I have a way to help you reunite with Bai Chenxiang."

"But you need to hand over your Phoenix God Position to me. Can you bear to part with it?"

For Feng Xuanyuan, attacking a mere Second-Level God and seizing his godhood outright would have been somewhat beneath his standing as a Supreme God King.

It would be better to make a deal that suited them both, reclaiming the Phoenix God Position, which held some sentimental significance for Feng Xuanyuan himself.

After all, by inheriting the Phoenix God Position, Ma Hongjun had formed something of a connection with Feng Xuanyuan and the Phoenix Clan.

Besides, killing him outright would mean missing out on plenty of entertainment.

"If not for the faint hope of finding a way to revive Chenxiang, I would have abandoned my godhood and my life long ago."

"Now that I've fallen into your hands, you should be free to do whatever you wish with me. Yet you're willing to make a deal."

"I have no reason not to believe you. Take the Phoenix God Position!"

Feng Xuanyuan beckoned, and a ray of golden-red light flew out of Ma Hongjun's body. It was the Phoenix God's godhood.

The immense divine power within him vanished without a trace in an instant. For some reason, however, Ma Hongjun felt a wave of relief.

"Bai Chenxiang died ten thousand years ago. Ordinarily, only a God King-level existence sacrificing their godhood could track down even a trace of her lingering soul."

Feng Xuanyuan pointed toward the Phoenix God Continent outside the Phoenix God Realm and said with a smile,

"But as luck would have it, Bai Chenxiang's lingering soul reincarnated on the Phoenix God Continent. I can take you to find her reincarnation."

"As for what you do then, that's your own business."

An excited flush rose on Ma Hongjun's face, and he bowed deeply to Feng Xuanyuan.

"Thank you, Phoenix God!"

Meanwhile, in the ruins of Shrek Academy.

As Bibi Dong wandered along a dilapidated street, a soldier of the Spirit Hall Empire hurried past her.

A thin flyer slipped from the soldier's arms and fell onto the ground in front of Bibi Dong.

"I'm sorry!"

Naturally, the soldier recognized Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God who had grievously wounded Tang Hao and Ah Yin in the footage on the Sky Screen. He immediately jumped in fright.

He hurriedly crouched to pick up the flyer, but the picture and words on it made Bibi Dong catch her breath.

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Bibi Dong gazed at the face on the flyer, so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

His medium-length white hair was not tied up, but fell loosely over his shoulders.

He was handsome, his features soft yet touched with a natural melancholy.

Though there were some differences, it was unmistakably the youthful face of Yu Xiaogang, the man she loved but could not have.

"Xiaogang, Dong'er is coming to find you..."

Outside Shrek City.

An enormous spire suddenly appeared above the members of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The towering spire radiated dark-red, bloody light, as though blood were flowing across its surface.

Vicious faces could faintly be seen upon it, wailing hysterically in silent agony.

The Death God Tower was known as the Soul Tool closest to a Level 10 Soul Tool in the Sun Moon Empire.

It was a terrifying creation that had taken Ye Xishui thirty-two years to complete.

Of course, most of the work had actually been done by Silver Moon Douluo Kong Deming.

But that did not mean Ye Xishui had contributed nothing. At the very least, she had collected the vengeful souls within it one by one.

The Death God Tower's strongest attack was called Death God's Light!

In experiments conducted by the Sun Moon Empire, no living creature or substance had ever continued to exist after being struck by Death God's Light.

And now, facing Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, whose abilities countered Evil Soul Masters almost like those of a natural predator, Ye Xishui had no choice but to play her trump card.

A beam of white light shot from the blood-red tower, seemingly devoid of any overwhelming presence.

Yet the instant that white light appeared, time itself seemed to freeze.

Wherever Death God's Light passed, even space was sliced completely apart.

Yet none of the immense suction that normally followed a spatial rupture appeared, as though even the space of the other world had been utterly cowed by Death God's Light.

"So much resentment, so many innocent souls you've slaughtered..."

Sensing the overwhelming resentment and bloody aura brewing within the Death God Tower, Qian Daoliu suddenly broke into a smile.

"This is simply perfect!"

To Qian Daoliu's six-winged angel martial soul, the vengeful souls inside the Death God Tower were also targets that could be purified.

If he could completely purify this Soul Tool, the increase in his cultivation would even rival what he could gain by slaying a Super Douluo-level Evil Soul Master!

Wasn't this practically serving him a feast on a platter?

The Angel God Sword guarded him from the front, splitting Death God's Light cleanly in two the instant it touched the blade.

The evil power of resentment, capable of influencing the mind and even destroying the soul, had no effect whatsoever on Qian Daoliu under the protection of the Angel God Sword.

Only the immense energy contained in Death God's Light forced Qian Daoliu back nearly a hundred meters.

But that was all.

Immediately afterward, the previously blank Sky Screen suddenly began showing footage of Qian Daoliu confronting the Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu exchanged a glance, both thinking, This is bad.

Sure enough, the very next moment, Xu Yi's voice rang out high above in the heavens.

"Sure enough, a golden phoenix can't fly out of a chicken coop. You dare bring out such an outdated piece of junk of a Soul Tool and make a spectacle of yourselves?"