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No… No!
I can't die here. Xiao San is still young—what will he do if I die now?
No!!!
Move… Move for me!!
Tang Hao struggled desperately. Cracks began spreading beneath him. At the same time, the figure cloaked in brilliant, multicolored light trembled slightly.
"Hmph."
A cold snort rang out. The pressure from the figure suddenly intensified, and Tang Hao—despite his struggle—was frozen once more. With one leg and one arm already gone, he was in agony, helplessly watching as the scattered moonlight began to recondense.
Flander was too overwhelmed to speak. He gulped and stared with wide eyes, not daring to blink.
Am I… witnessing history?
The fall of the Haotian Douluo?!
But no one noticed that the arm within the rainbow-colored light was trembling ever so slightly.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, the red-haired boy, silent until now, spoke up.
He looked toward the figure cloaked in light and said softly,
"Stop."
His voice cracked through the air like a bolt of lightning.
What?!
Flander and the ashen-faced Tang Hao both turned to him in shock. Even the radiant figure seemed surprised, turning toward the boy.
"Stop,"
Ma Hongjun repeated calmly. He looked straight through the light, as if his eyes could pierce it and reach the pair of amethyst-like eyes hidden within.
"Hey, kid, are you crazy?!"
Flander grabbed him anxiously. "If you don't eliminate the root of the problem, it'll come back to bite us. He's not just any enemy—he's a Titled Douluo!"
But the boy met his gaze with unwavering seriousness. Flander opened his mouth to argue again—but no words came out.
"Are you sure?"
The voice came softly.
"I'm sure," Ma Hongjun nodded. Then, turning to Tang Hao, he said, "Look at him. In this state, he's no longer a threat. More importantly…"
He drew in a deep breath. "You can't keep going."
The figure within the light paused, seemingly hesitant.
After a moment of silence, looking into Ma Hongjun's sincere and steady gaze, the figure waved a hand. The moonlight dissipated, and the restraints holding Tang Hao vanished.
His body went limp. A stabbing pain surged through him, almost dropping him to the ground.
Having lost an arm and a leg, his strength was reduced by over 40%.
Barely managing to support himself with the Clear Sky Hammer, he stood up. But the pain distorted his expression, leaving him speechless.
Hatred burned within him—nearly exploding out. But even stronger than the hatred was… fear.
A deep, soul-chilling fear.
The once-proud Haotian Douluo no longer dared to lift his head. He limped and stumbled away in a panic.
"This…"
Flander hesitated, reaching out toward the red-haired boy but sighed, ultimately saying nothing.
He chose to trust his disciple.
And if there is ever a next time—
Flander glanced at the two soul bones and inhaled deeply.
I swear—I won't let this happen again!
"You—"
The rainbow-cloaked figure seemed to want to speak, but the light around flickered violently.
The red-haired boy's expression changed. In a flash, he spread his wings and flapped them hard. The next moment, he was soaring into the sky, carrying the figure in his arms as they turned into a streak of red light and vanished into the distance.
"My God!"
On the ground, Flander was caught by the gust and staggered.
He watched, stunned, as his disciple flew away with the mysterious figure.
A strange emotion stirred within him.
Then, slowly, his eyes widened.
"Wait… don't tell me that boss… is actually a senior woman?!"
Could it be that Hongjun's charm works on everyone—young and old alike?!
Flander looked down at the soul bone in his hand, suddenly overcome with an odd feeling.
Did I just steal food from my disciple again?
Seriously… is this even okay?!
Above the clouds, the rainbow halo surrounding the figure finally faded away—revealing Gu Yuena's flawless beauty.
But her face was pale as snow, completely drained of color.
"Why didn't you let me kill him?"
"If he died, you'd have one less threat in the future."
She spoke with quiet calm, her amethyst eyes fixed on the boy's anxious expression.
For some reason, her heart stirred.
Not because of the Phoenix God—
But because of the boy named Ma Hongjun.
"I never considered him a threat."
Ma Hongjun shook his head and looked down at her. "If the cost of killing him is more serious injuries for you—or drawing the attention of… them—then it's not worth it."
"Besides, you'd already hit your limit, hadn't you?"
She was light and cold in his arms. Even with phoenix flames protecting her, her aura was weaker than ever.
And that wasn't even the worst of it.
Ma Hongjun, able to sense the creative force within her, felt another force surging inside her—a dark, terrifying aura filled with killing intent, destruction, and chaos. It was rampaging through her body.
Even sensing just a trace of it brought him unbearable pain.
Yet Gu Yuena's expression remained unchanged, as if she didn't feel any of it.
"You figured it out, ... Ma Hongjun."
There was a faint self-mockery in her tone, a quiet trace of loss in her eyes.
"In my prime, something like that would've been nothing. I could've wiped it out with a wave of my hand. But now…"
Her eyes lowered. Her long lashes trembled slightly.
"You've done enough. You were helping me too, weren't you?"
Ma Hongjun replied gently, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the courage to step forward tonight."
No—you would have.
Gu Yuena said nothing, but added those words silently in her heart.
If you truly couldn't have done it… I wouldn't have stepped in either.
"We're here."
Ma Hongjun's voice brought her back from the haze of pain. She strained to look around and found herself in a quiet forest.
This place...
"Gu Yuena, do you trust me?"
Before she could fully register their location, the red-haired boy looked down at her seriously.
"I…"
He took a deep breath.
"I have a way to treat your injuries. It could help you recover a lot faster. But the process…"
His face flushed as he scratched his head awkwardly.
"…might be a little unconventional."
Gu Yuena: ?
She tilted her head, blinked her amethyst eyes, and gave him a breathtaking smile.
"Ma Hongjun, do you really think there's anything worse than what I'm enduring right now? If you have a method—just use it."
What could possibly be more painful than this?
"No, it's not what you think…"
Ma Hongjun's expression grew even more awkward.
"Huh?"
Gu Yuena looked at him, puzzled.
"I… I…"
He tried to speak but hesitated. Finally, seeing how weak she had become, he gritted his teeth, leaned down, and whispered into her ear.
"You—"
His breath brushed her ear, making her flinch instinctively.
But what he whispered next made her eyes fly wide open in shock!