Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 73 Returning to the Past, Taking Down the Shrek Clan in One Fall
"Release Hongjun."

If it were anything else, Flander could compromise, but when it came to Ma Hongjun, the apprentice he had raised, Flander simply couldn't stand by and watch him be taken away without doing anything.

With his Cat-Owl Martial Soul activated, Flander flapped his wings and flew towards Ning Qiuyang.

"A flying-type martial soul? But your speed is a bit slow."

A pair of black wings appeared behind Qian Renxue, blocking Flander's flight path.

"Get out of my way."

Flander was usually slippery and cunning, but this time he was absolutely serious. His seventh spirit ring lit up, and his speed increased significantly as he entered his Martial Soul True Body state.

At the same time, he also unleashed his sixth soul skill, Eye of the Storm.

A powerful tornado instantly formed, and he was determined to forcefully break through Qian Renxue's obstruction to rescue Ma Hongjun.

But a long, jet-black sword appeared in Qian Renxue's hand, and she swung it at Long Juan.

The unstoppable tornado was easily cleaved in two by Qian Renxue's Netherworld Sword, and the gale dispersed. Zhao Wuji and the others quickly shielded the students behind them.

These scattered gusts of wind were like violent blades; those below the Soul Venerable realm were affected, suffering severe injuries or even death.

"This woman is amazing. It seems the dean is no match for her."

Oscar, a support-type Soul Master, could only watch helplessly.

Seeing that Flander's attacks were easily neutralized, and that he was instead forced to dodge repeatedly by the blonde woman, he became extremely anxious.

"Master, what is this woman's martial spirit? Why is she faster than the Dean?"

"This……"

Yu Xiaogang stared at the black wings on Qian Renxue's back. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't imagine what kind of flying martial spirit would have wings like that.

"It must be some kind of extremely rare beast spirit, which is exceptionally good at speed."

Finally, Yu Xiaogang uttered a meaningless statement.

Oscar couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Even a fool could see that, do you really need to tell me?
Besides, this woman's martial soul isn't just good at speed; her attack and defense are ridiculously strong. Flander's attacks weren't very effective, but if he didn't dodge Qian Renxue's attacks in time, he would get another wound.

"I'll go help the dean. You protect the others."

Among the teachers from Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, and Lu Qibin all came along.

They thought their setup was foolproof in helping Ma Hongjun get revenge, but unexpectedly, Flander was no match for a young woman, and their situation became precarious.

"Hmph, you've all had enough of this, Elder Chen. Please capture these nonsensical fellows."

"it is good."

A dazzling sword light flew out from the palace of the underworld.

"not good."

"Get out of the way!"

Zhao Wuji and the others were shocked. The moment the sword light appeared, they were filled with boundless fear.

Although they tried to dodge, the sword light came too fast for them to avoid.

Zhao Wuji roared, trying to use his Immovable King Body to withstand the sword strike, but his Immovable King Body couldn't even withstand it for a second before it was broken.

The moment the sword flashed and struck, they all despaired, thinking they would die there in the next instant.

But this sword light, as fine as silk threads, did not take their lives, but instead tightly bound them together.

Tang San tried to dodge with his Ghost Shadow Steps, but his lightness skill looked ridiculous in front of the sword light.

Instead of dodging, he was entangled by the sword threads in an extremely awkward way.

"what?"

Flander didn't receive any help from Zhao Wuji and the others. Instead, he saw them all being captured in one fell swoop, with almost no resistance.

Could there be a titled Douluo in this Netherworld Palace? Otherwise, how could they subdue Zhao Wuji and the others so easily without even showing their faces?

Flanders' guess was not wrong.

There was indeed a Title Douluo inside the hall, but it wasn't human; it was a spirit of the dead. After the Underworld Palace in the mortal realm was established, it needed a temple keeper to protect it, and Chen Jianjun was the one chosen by the underworld.

After his battle with Qian Daoliu, Chen Jianjun returned to silence.

After the underworld was initially completed, many souls entered it on their own. Chen Jianjun's soul was also attracted to the underworld and is currently the strongest soul in the underworld.

"Stop fighting, stop hitting us, we surrender."

Flander couldn't even beat Qian Renxue, and he had several bloody wounds on his body, not to mention there was an even more powerful person lurking in the shadows.

"Everyone, it's all a misunderstanding. We at Shrek Academy have absolutely no ill intentions towards you."

Since he couldn't win by fighting, Flander decided to try reasoning with him.

Shrek Academy is generally unreasonable, unless the enemy is too powerful for them to defeat.

"Misunderstand?"

Ning Qiuyang, carrying Ma Hongjun, said to Flander:

"Should I also create a misunderstanding for you?"

"No, no, no, please don't!" Flander said hurriedly.

If we're not careful today, the entire Shrek Academy will cease to exist.

"Just tell me what you want. I will never bargain about any compensation you ask for."

Ning Qiuyang chuckled softly.

Shrek Academy is dirt poor and can't offer any compensation, not to mention that Ning Qiuyang doesn't need their compensation.

"If you're going to reason with me, then I'll reason with you properly."

A faint blue light shone from Ning Qiuyang's forehead, and an invisible domain descended instantly.

This is one of the skills attached to Ning Qiuyang's divinely bestowed skull—Past Life Causes.

This skill is neither defensive nor offensive; it has only one effect: Ning Qiuyang can vividly recreate the past events of those within this realm.

Within the realm, a somewhat illusory Ma Hongjun appeared.

Ma Hongjun stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, the very moment he arrived at the Underworld Palace.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ma Hongjun lewdly peeked into the Underworld Palace. After Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing came out, he became even more vulgar, revealing his lecherous nature to everyone.

Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing looked at the phantom of Ma Hongjun in the domain with disgust.

"Brother Qiuyang, look how disgusting this fat guy is."

Flander stared blankly at the scenes of Ma Hongjun going from provoking to being beaten, and sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

If it were just Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing's words describing his situation at the time, he could still make excuses. But now that the whole thing has been presented, how can he still make excuses?

"Master, what kind of soul skill is this person using?"

"I'm all tied up like a rice dumpling," Zhao Wuji asked.

Yu Xiaogang was also entangled in sword threads, barely recalling the knowledge he had copied from the Spirit Hall's records.

"If I'm not mistaken, Ning Qiuyang isn't using a soul skill, but rather a skill attached to some kind of soul bone, and it should be a head soul bone, because only skills attached to head soul bones are of the mental type."

"Soul bone?"

Tang San suddenly realized something.

No wonder Ning Qiuyang's cultivation speed is so fast; it turns out he also absorbed soul bones, and it's very likely that he absorbed more than Ning Qiuyang, and the quality of those bones might also be significantly higher.

"Soul bones, I must get more soul bones. Thirty thousand-year-old soul bones are too poor. I need higher quality soul bones."

Tang San was somewhat obsessed, constantly muttering about the soul bone.

Xiao Wu looked worried.

"Brother, I will definitely help you."

(End of this chapter)