Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

"Calm down? Boss Dai, how am I supposed to calm down?!"

Ma Hongjun stood up excitedly and paced back and forth in the room.

"Boss Dai, Third Brother, are we just going to let this go? That bastard has ruined us so badly, are we really going to be too scared to utter a single word?"

Tang San slowly opened his eyes, a ruthless glint flashing within them.

"This grudge cannot be left unresolved."

"Once this final is over, I will definitely find a way to make him pay a bloody price!"

Tang San's eyes were incredibly gloomy.

In that battle, Lin Ye not only crippled his body, but also utterly destroyed his proud Tang Sect martial arts and external soul bone!

This is a trampling on his dignity!

He, Tang San, swears he will not be human if he does not avenge this humiliation!

"That's right! We'll settle the score with him after the match!"

Dai Mubai nodded heavily and said...

"I refuse to believe he can stay this lucky forever!"

"Yeah! Kill him!"

Ma Hongjun waved his fist, as if he could already see the hope of revenge.

Just then.

"Bang!"

The door to the room was violently slammed open with tremendous force.

Flander rushed in, his face filled with anxiety and panic.

"Stop cultivating!"

Flander looked at everyone in the room and roared:

"Pack your things now! Everyone! Immediately! Right now!"

"Tonight, under the cover of night, we must leave Wuhun City!"

Flander's words stunned everyone in the room.

"Dean? What did you say?"

Tang San frowned, stood up from the bed, and asked in confusion:

"Why are you suddenly leaving? The finals start tomorrow, aren't we going to participate?"

"Yes, Dean!"

Dai Mubai also hurriedly asked,

"We fought so hard to get into the finals, and now we're gone? Wouldn't all our efforts have been for nothing?"

"Dean, what happened? Did something go wrong?"

Ning Rongrong also realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly asked for clarification.

Looking at the bewildered and unwilling expressions on everyone's faces, Flander took a deep breath and said helplessly:

"Why even bother participating in major competitions! Compared to my life, all championships are utter bullshit!"

"I'm going to tell you something, and after you hear it, you'll understand why we had to run away."

Flanders paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, before slowly saying:

"Just now, our spies found out the identity of that beast, Lin Ye."

"He's not just a member of the Spirit Hall..."

"He still..."

Flanders swallowed hard before finally uttering the words that would break everyone.

"He is also the personal disciple of Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall!"

"What?!"

When Flander uttered the words "personal disciple," the entire room fell silent instantly!

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, looking completely shocked.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

A direct disciple of Pope Bibidon?!

The demon who castrated the three of them was actually the disciple of the most powerful woman on the continent?!

How... how the hell is this possible?

"Dean... Dean..."

Ma Hongjun's voice was trembling; he couldn't believe his ears.

"What...what did you just say? That beast...who...who is he?"

Looking at the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, Flander knew they were exactly the same as he had been when he first heard the news.

He closed his eyes in pain and nodded.

"You heard me right."

"That Lin Ye is Pope Bibi Dong's personal disciple!"

"This information is absolutely true!"

Having received Flander's affirmative reply, their last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.

"puff--"

Tang San could no longer suppress his inner turmoil and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed precariously, but fortunately, Xiao Wu beside him caught him in time.

"elder brother!"

At this moment, Tang San's face was deathly pale. He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were filled with boundless hatred!

Damn it, it's the Spirit Hall!

How can he get revenge now?

What will he use to take revenge?

Dai Mubai slumped onto the bed, his eyes lifeless.

He glanced silently at his groin, and the flames of revenge that had just ignited in his heart were completely extinguished by this bucket of ice water.

It's over! It's completely over!

Forget about revenge, as long as Lin Ye is still in the Spirit Hall, he'll have to avoid him!

Otherwise, someone could ruin him with a flick of their finger!

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud.

The thought that he had offended the Pope's personal disciple sent chills down his spine.

"Now you understand why we had to run away, right?"

Flander looked at the three dejected students, his heart breaking, but he hardened his heart and urged them on:

"Don't just stand there! Pack your things! If you don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

"Why...why did this happen..."

Tang San was being supported by Xiao Wu, his body still trembling slightly.

"Third Brother, please don't do this, don't scare me..."

Xiao Wu felt extremely sorry for Tang San when she saw his distraught appearance.

"I'm fine..."

Tang San took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging blood in his heart.

He pushed Xiao Wu away, slowly straightened up, and glanced at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who both looked equally desperate.

Now is not the time to be discouraged.

As the soul of the Shrek Seven Devils, he must pull himself together!

"The dean is right."

"This place is no place to stay any longer; we must leave immediately!"

He knew very well that with Lin Ye's status and strength, he would show no mercy once he discovered them.

For them now, Wuhun City is a den of dragons and tigers!

"But...the mistress..." Dai Mubai raised his head, staring blankly at Tang San.

"Are we just going to leave like this? And our grudge... is that all we're going to do?"

Forget it? How could we possibly forget it!

"A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years."

Tang San said, enunciating each word clearly:

"Lin Ye's strength and background are indeed far beyond our imagination. We are no match for him now."

"But!" Tang San's tone shifted, his eyes hardening.

"This doesn't mean we won't be his match in the future!"

"As long as we are alive, there is hope!"

"One day, we will make him pay a thousandfold for what he has done today!"

Tang San's words gave Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who were in despair, a glimmer of hope.

Yes!

As long as you're alive, there's still a chance!

"Third Brother is right!"

Ma Hongjun got up from the ground, wiped away his tears, and said fiercely,

"As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn! Let's make a strategic retreat today, and when we're stronger, we'll come back and settle the score with that bastard!"

"That's right! I, Dai Mubai, will remember this grudge!" Dai Mubai nodded heavily.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong, standing to the side, secretly breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the three of them regain their spirits.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense!"

Seeing the renewed fighting spirit of the group, Flander felt a little better, but he still urged them on impatiently.

"Hurry up and pack your things! We don't have much time!"