Upon hearing that shameless and teasing voice directed at Qian Renxue, Yunxiao's expression instantly darkened. The aura around him turned icy, and the soul power within his body seemed ready to burst forth.
Yunxiao and Qian Renxue looked up and saw a short, fat, and lecherous man with red mohawk-style hair. He was leaning against a wall not far from them, rubbing his hands together while leering at Qian Renxue.
"Hmm, is that Ma Hongjun?" Yunxiao immediately recognized the repulsive man. After all, they were in Suotuo City of the Balak Kingdom. The only person who could match this ugly and lecherous man was Ma Hongjun, the Evil Fire Chicken from the Shrek Seven Devils.
Seeing that Qian Renxue didn't respond, Ma Hongjun continued with his shameless remarks. "Hehehe, beautiful lady, let me introduce myself. I am the renowned Evil Fire Phoenix from the Suotuo City Grand Spirit Arena, Ma Hongjun! How about we find a place to have some fun together? I guarantee I'm much better than that pretty boy beside you!"
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun continued to leer at Qian Renxue, his expression as lecherous as could be.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue stood beside Yunxiao, her expression cold and composed as she silently observed the scene. If it weren't for Yunxiao being by her side, Qian Renxue would have already used her Angel Holy Sword to chop this short, fat, ugly, and lecherous Ma Hongjun into eight pieces. Did he really think she had a good temper?
"Xiao Xue, what do you think? How should we deal with this short, ugly, fat, and lecherous bastard?" Yunxiao asked. Although he didn't harbor any hatred toward the so-called Shrek Seven Devils, he certainly didn't have any goodwill toward them either. From the dean Flender down to all the students, the entire Shrek Academy was a group of bullies and scum who took advantage of the weak and oppressed others. They had done nothing beneficial for the Douluo Continent, but were experts in indulging in vices like drinking, gambling, and arrogance.
"What the hell did you just say, you pretty boy? How dare you insult me? You're looking for death!" Hearing Yunxiao call him short, ugly, fat, and lecherous, Ma Hongjun instantly flew into a rage. With a loud shout, he spread his arms and yelled, "Phoenix Spirit!"
At the mention of the word "Phoenix," the surrounding vendors were momentarily startled. After all, on the Douluo Continent, both the Dragon Spirit and the Phoenix Spirit were considered the most powerful beast spirits. However, the vendors, who were about to flee to avoid being caught in the battle between Soul Masters, suddenly stopped in their tracks. Their expressions turned strange, and they struggled to hold back their laughter.
The so-called Phoenix Spirit that Ma Hongjun had summoned was nothing more than a plump, wingless, and lifeless little chicken that couldn't even fly.
"Is... is this the so-called Phoenix Spirit?" one vendor muttered. "Hey, buddy, have you ever seen a Phoenix this fat that can't even fly?"
"Well... I've never seen a Phoenix before, but this fat little chicken that can't even fly definitely isn't one. If this chicken is a Phoenix, it's an insult to the Phoenix itself."
Among the crowd, there were also Soul Masters who couldn't help but share similar thoughts.
Seeing Ma Hongjun refer to his Earth Chicken Martial Soul as a Phoenix Spirit, the surrounding crowd couldn't hold back their laughter, erupting into a chorus of mockery.
"You bastards, who are you calling an Earth Chicken? This is a genuine Phoenix!" Ma Hongjun roared, his veins bulging on his neck as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
To bolster his claim, he immediately dragged out Flender, his teacher, who was the dean of Shrek Academy and a powerful seven-ringed Soul Sage.
Upon hearing that this short, ugly, fat, and sleazy-looking guy's teacher was actually a seven-ringed Soul Sage, the crowd immediately fell silent, no longer daring to mock him openly. After all, a seven-ringed Soul Sage was someone they, as commoner Soul Masters, couldn't afford to offend.
Although no one openly mocked Ma Hongjun anymore, countless gazes still lingered on him, filled with undisguised ridicule and scorn.
"Yunxiao, this scum of the continent, this black sheep," Qian Renxue said, her voice as cold as the frost of winter, her eyes glinting with a chilling light. "Killing him would only dirty our hands, but letting him live is a waste of resources. To prevent him from harming the common folk, just cripple him."
"Oh, just cripple him? That simple?" Yunxiao was taken aback by Qian Renxue's suggestion. Given Ma Hongjun's provocations, he had expected her to outright kill him. But instead, she only wanted to cripple him. After all, the Qian Renxue from the original story was an incredibly proud and ruthless golden-haired angel.
Having decided to cripple Ma Hongjun, Yunxiao also thought of a rather interesting and unique Soul Skill he could use. With a menacing look in his eyes, he turned his gaze toward Ma Hongjun.
"Hmph, you think a pretty boy like you can cripple me?" Ma Hongjun couldn't help but laugh at the idea. Did they really think he was some weak, pampered noble who couldn't lift a finger or carry a burden?
It wasn't entirely Ma Hongjun's fault for mistaking Yunxiao and Qian Renxue for nobles. Both of them, in terms of appearance and demeanor, were exceptionally refined and otherworldly. They didn't look like Soul Masters who had endured the elements, with rough, dark skin and calloused hands like him.
Because of this, Ma Hongjun didn't take Yunxiao seriously at all. So what if they were nobles? In Suotuo City, with Flender's strength as a seven-ringed Soul Sage, as long as Ma Hongjun didn't kill anyone, he could pretty much do as he pleased.
With that in mind, Ma Hongjun raised his hands, and his first Soul Ring suddenly lit up. He then bellowed, "First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
Ma Hongjun opened his mouth wide, and a thin, faint red flame shot directly toward Yunxiao.
Seeing this, Yunxiao found it utterly boring. "How dull. Fatso, kneel down!" he said.
As soon as he spoke, Yunxiao's aura underwent a dramatic transformation.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red.
Nine terrifying Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, and six wings appeared on his back, trembling faintly.
"Titled... Titled Douluo!"
Seeing the configuration of eight black and one red Soul Rings on Yunxiao, a combination so horrifying it defied imagination, Ma Hongjun, who was already suppressed and kneeling on both knees, felt as though his breath was about to stop. His heart was filled with endless fear and despair.
(End of Chapter)