Mu En had given Xuan Zi an absolute order: he was not to return to Shrek Academy until he had killed a Titled Douluo-level Evil Soul Master.
That was why he was wandering idly through Shrek City, planning to buy a mountain of chicken legs and a few flasks of good wine before setting out.
Ah, where am I supposed to find a Titled Douluo Evil Soul Master...?
Xuan Zi sighed.
Just then, however, Xuan Zi suddenly sensed an intensely evil presence.
"What a powerful evil aura... Why is there an Evil Soul Master in Shrek City... and one who's at least a Soul Douluo?"
Before he could figure it out, a deafening explosion followed.
Almost everyone in Shrek City heard the noise and looked toward its source.
"That's a Level 7 Soul Cannon... Who's fighting an Evil Soul Master? No! I have to take a look. If a real battle breaks out, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
After stuffing all his chicken legs into his mouth, Xuan Zi transformed into a streak of earthen-yellow light and raced toward the battlefield.
"Too weak... Too weak. This really isn't satisfying..."
With blood-red soul power coating his palm, Red Fang casually slapped the Soul Cannon beam shooting toward him aside.
Fan Yu's expression tightened, and several drops of cold sweat slid down his forehead. He had thought that even if he could not win, he could at least buy some time and hold out until reinforcements arrived from Shrek Academy.
Then, working with Shrek's experts, he could kill this Evil Soul Master and avenge Zhou Yi.
He had never expected this man to neutralize his attack so effortlessly.
He had inflicted virtually no damage whatsoever on this Titled Douluo Evil Soul Master.
"Boring. It's time to end this..."
Apparently tired of playing, Red Fang charged toward Fan Yu at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Fan Yu's pupils contracted. So fast!
His own reactions were not slow, either. A melee Soul Tool immediately appeared in his hand.
It was a Level 8 melee Soul Tool named the Break Tiger Soul-Splitting Blade, which he had paid a tremendous price to create.
Judging by the direction of Red Fang's advance, Fan Yu predicted where he would move next.
Then he slashed his massive blade down with all his might.
Crack!
"I hit him!"
Before Fan Yu could rejoice, he felt a force travel through the hilt.
He looked up, and his eyes immediately widened in shock.
The green-haired man opposite him had actually caught the massive blade between his blood-red, inverted triangular teeth.
As the Soul Ring beneath Red Fang lit up, his teeth seemed to turn into hard steel blades.
Crunch, crunch.
Under Fan Yu's terrified gaze, Red Fang mangled his Level 8 melee Soul Tool with just two or three bites.
"How is this possible?! This is a Level 8 Soul Tool! How could teeth possibly..."
Red Fang ignored Fan Yu's muttering. He opened his cavernous, blood-filled mouth, ready to bite straight through his neck.
Looking at those blood-red teeth mere inches away, Fan Yu closed his eyes in despair.
So this is the strength of a Titled Douluo? I don't even have a chance to fight back. I'm sorry, Zhou Yi. I couldn't avenge you!
"Tch. Someone troublesome has arrived..."
Just as Red Fang was about to bite through Fan Yu's neck, he seemed to sense something.
His brow furrowed, and he transformed into a streak of light, flying up into the sky.
A chicken bone came hurtling from afar toward the spot he had just occupied.
The chicken bone, wrapped in soul power, missed Red Fang and instead struck the still-dazed Fan Yu.
Bam!
Unsurprisingly, Fan Yu was knocked to the ground.
Even a casual strike from a level 98 Super Douluo left him in terrible shape...
He was on the verge of passing out.
"Whew, fortunately, young Fan is all right... Still, I'm rather lucky. I haven't even left Shrek City, and I've already encountered a Titled Douluo Evil Soul Master... Looks like I'll be able to report back to my martial uncle soon."
Lucky?
Already groggy, Fan Yu heard those words and felt blood surge through his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, then promptly lost consciousness.
After glancing at Fan Yu, Xuan Zi once again transformed into a streak of earthen-yellow light and chased after the Titled Douluo Evil Soul Master.
Red Fang did not flee outright. He wanted to see just how strong this Chicken Leg Douluo really was.
Xuan Zi flew into the air. Looking at the green-haired Evil Soul Master opposite him, he took another bite of his chicken leg and said casually:
"Know you're about to die and want to beg for mercy? It's no use. I'm taking your head right now."
He tossed the chicken leg aside, and the phantom of a godly taotie bull appeared behind him. His massive hand reached toward Red Fang with the crushing force of ten thousand tons.
However unimpressive Xuan Zi might be, he was still a level 98 Super Douluo. An ordinary Titled Douluo would certainly have been suppressed by such a casual attack.
But again, this time his opponent was Red Fang, who had already drunk blood.
Watching the massive hand reach toward him, Red Fang covered his face with one hand and threw back his head in wild laughter. Then he directly released the Blood Demon Seal within his body.
Demonic energy instantly surged to the heavens, and a blood-red pillar of light engulfed him completely.
The moment Xuan Zi's phantom hand touched that blood-red pillar, it was blasted apart.
"What the hell is this..."
Xuan Zi looked up at the sky, his brow gradually furrowing.
The entire sky had been stained scarlet, making it look utterly eerie.
Red Fang's green hair whipped wildly, and his eyes had turned completely crimson.
Markings appeared across his skin, and his aura rose by far more than a single tier.
Level 95, level 96, level 97.
Almost instantaneously, Red Fang had risen from level 94 to level 97.
Red Fang raised his crimson eyes toward the slovenly old man opposite him, his lips splitting into an extraordinarily eerie curve.
Looking at that figure, who seemed to have walked straight out of hell, even Xuan Zi, who had lived for over two hundred years, felt a chill penetrate to his very marrow.
Just what kind of monster is this...?
(Red Fang from Xuan Zi's perspective)
"Hmph! I don't care what kind of monster you are! I'll crush you!"
Xuan Zi snorted coldly, and nine Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
The Evil Soul Master opposite him was now putting some pressure on Xuan Zi. If he did not handle this properly, things might go disastrously wrong.
So he activated his Martial Soul Avatar without hesitation.
A godly taotie bull over thirty meters long appeared in the air.
Those nine Soul Rings hovered up and down between its enormous, five-meter-long horns.
Its imposing aura immediately climbed several notches.
Before he could act, Red Fang's voice rang out like that of a malevolent ghost.
"You old bastard! Die!"
As his words fell, he shot toward the bull opposite him like an arrow loosed from its bow.
Along the way, he also activated his own Martial Soul Avatar.
A black-and-red figure radiating sky-high killing intent appeared behind Red Fang, then merged with him.
(Red Fang's Martial Soul Avatar)