Red Fang leaned close to Zhou Yi's ear and said as he looked at Fan Yu:
"I don't want anything else. I only want your wife..."
Fan Yu's eyes nearly split with rage. "Bastard! If you dare touch my wife, I'll destroy you, whatever the cost!"
Watching Red Fang draw closer and closer to Zhou Yi, he seemed to anticipate what was coming, his face twisting into a mask of pain.
Was there anything more agonizing than watching someone do that to his wife right before his eyes...?
At that moment, he was like a helpless husband.
Fan Yu felt that the green hair belonged not on the man opposite him, but on his own head-the mark of a cuckold.
Red Fang's sharp fangs had already sunk into Zhou Yi's neck, making him shut his eyes in anguish.
But what followed was not the scene he had expected.
Fan Yu furtively opened his eyes and discovered that the green-haired man's mouth had yet to leave Zhou Yi's neck.
And Zhou Yi's once-rosy face was growing increasingly pale.
Only then did he sense something was wrong. He hurriedly opened his eyes fully and probed what was happening.
As Zhou Yi's vitality rapidly drained away, he finally discovered the abnormality.
Fan Yu's pupils contracted sharply. He had thought this green-haired man was molesting his wife.
He had never imagined that the bastard was actually drinking Zhou Yi's blood!
"You're an Evil Soul Master! How could there be an Evil Soul Master in Shrek City?!"
Fan Yu had never imagined that a Titled Douluo who was an Evil Soul Master could have slipped into Shrek City.
Watching Zhou Yi's vitality grow weaker and weaker, Fan Yu strained with all his strength, trying to break free of the restraint.
But with his Soul Douluo strength, he could barely shift his feet a fraction.
He could only roar helplessly:
"Don't drink my wife's blood! If you want blood, drink mine, you born-evil Evil Soul Master! You're from the Holy Spirit Cult, aren't you? If you dare hurt my wife again, I'll destroy the Holy Spirit Cult, whatever the cost!"
At those words, Red Fang stopped and wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand.
He withdrew the killing intent enveloping Zhou Yi, allowing her to move again.
But after facing Red Fang's murderous aura directly, she was still somewhat dazed and babbled:
"Don't... don't kill me..."
"Yes! Don't kill my wife! Kill me instead! I'll trade my life for hers!"
Seeing Zhou Yi like this, Fan Yu's heart ached unbearably, and he offered his life in exchange for hers.
Red Fang pinched her pale cheeks and said flippantly, "Your husband says he's willing to trade his life for yours. What about you...?"
Feeling the pain in her face, Zhou Yi slowly regained her senses.
She looked at the anxiety on Fan Yu's face, and resentment welled up in her heart.
This man had said he would protect her for the rest of her life, yet now he could do nothing.
Sure enough, men were all liars!
Zhou Yi spoke haltingly:
"Don't... don't kill me. Kill him. He's a Soul Douluo. His blood tastes better..."
Hearing this, Red Fang's grin nearly stretched to his ears. "You love your wife dearly, but she doesn't seem to care much about you~"
Although Fan Yu had already prepared himself to die, hearing the person he loved most tell someone to kill him inevitably stirred a trace of sorrow.
That was only human nature!
"That's right! I'll trade my life for hers!!!"
Red Fang flung Zhou Yi's face aside, suddenly finding the whole thing dull. "How boring. So it isn't pure love after all!"
With that, under Fan Yu's incredulous gaze, he bit into Zhou Yi's neck again.
This time, however, Red Fang was no longer playing around. Crimson soul power surged around him.
Almost instantly, Zhou Yi became a dried corpse, without even leaving behind a single scream.
Her once-beautiful face shriveled in an instant, leaving only a layer of wrinkled skin hanging from the bones.
It was utterly horrifying.
"No... no!!! Zhou Yi, my Zhou Yi! Aaaah!!! I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you! I'll kill you, whatever the cost!"
Staring at his wife, now utterly lifeless and reduced to a shriveled corpse, Fan Yu's eyes turned blood-red, and he panted like an ox.
Two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.
Red Fang looked at that gaze, which seemed ready to devour someone alive, then casually tossed the shriveled corpse aside.
His voice was full of mockery. "Oh~ With you being a mere Soul Douluo? Let's see how you intend to kill me..."
With that, he released the killing intent attack suppressing Fan Yu.
He wanted to make a scene-the bigger, the better. Ideally, he would stir up a storm throughout all of Shrek City.
That way, his original body would gain more emotional value.
Feeling the force restraining him vanish, Fan Yu first swiftly pulled back, then roared as eight soul rings lit up beneath his feet.
Two yellow, two purple, and four black.
Two bucket-sized Soul Cannon barrels appeared on his shoulders almost instantly, while Soul Cannons of varying designs appeared on his chest and along the sides of both arms.
He looked like a humanoid artillery battery.
Every Soul Cannon was a Level 7 Soul Tool, and each was a Level 7 Soul Tool he had personally modified.
At full power, they could flatten even a small mountain.
"Die!!! I'll make you pay for Zhou Yi's life!"
If Fan Yu had possessed a level 8 stationary Soul Cannon at that moment, he would certainly have brought it out. Even if it killed him, he would have torn a layer of skin off this bastard.
Fan Yu's soul power rapidly flooded into the Soul Cannons. Almost instantly, they all fired blue pillars of light as thick as buckets.
Six thick blue beams tore through the darkness, hurtling straight at Red Fang with a deafening roar.
Deploying the Soul Cannons and firing them had taken only one second in total. It had to be said that Fan Yu, a Level 8 Soul Engineer, did have some skill.
But his opponent was Red Fang, who had already drunk blood.
Watching the five or six blue pillars of light rushing toward him,
Red Fang scoffed, and blood-colored soul power condensed into a thick barrier before him.
Boom!
Two of the six cannon beams slammed into the blood-colored barrier, and a violent shock wave exploded outward.
Fan Yu's small villa instantly crumbled and collapsed under the shock wave.
Zhou Yi's already-shriveled corpse suffered another devastating blow.
The upper half of her body was torn apart by the violent shock wave.
Had Red Fang not lent a hand to save her remains, that violent shock wave might have left nothing of Zhou Yi-not even her bones.
"Tsk, tsk. You say you love your wife so much, yet you're the one who hurt her most. I merely drained her blood, while you wanted to leave her without even a corpse."
Red Fang's voice carried a hint of ridicule. Then he tossed the mangled, dried corpse at Fan Yu's feet.
Seeing his wife's mangled, dried corpse, Fan Yu shed two more streams of bloody tears.
"No! Zhou Yi, I'll avenge you!"
Fan Yu let out a grief-stricken roar and covered what remained of Zhou Yi's corpse with a level 7 Soul Tool Shield.
Then he launched another attack.
Meanwhile, Xuan Zi, who was gnawing on a chicken drumstick outside Shrek Academy, abruptly looked up.