Chapter 198 Tang San: Lu Ming, I want you dead!
The sound wasn't loud.
But at that moment, it drowned out all the sounds of fighting on the battlefield, clearly penetrating everyone's eardrums.
That was the sound of a cervical vertebra completely breaking.
It was the crisp sound of life ending.
Ma Hongjun's bulging eyes suddenly rolled upwards, his pupils dilating instantly and losing all focus.
His legs, which had been kicking wildly, suddenly straightened at that moment, and then hung limply down.
The hands that were gripping her neck seemed to have lost all support and slipped limply to the ground.
That arrogant nine-headed fire phoenix.
That powerful offensive Soul Master among the Shrek Seven Devils.
at this point.
It completely extinguished any hope of survival.
Even his soul was instantly dissipated under the domineering spatial energy of Lu Ming, without even the chance to be reincarnated or become a ghost.
Truly, the soul and spirit were annihilated.
Lu Ming looked at the body in his hand, which had turned into dead flesh, without any change in expression.
He waved his hand casually.
It's like throwing away a bag of trash.
call--
Ma Hongjun's charred and twisted corpse fell straight down from a height of several hundred meters under the force of gravity.
Without the support of soul power, it is just an ordinary mortal body.
The wind howled.
The corpse traced a black parabola through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground in front of Jialing Pass.
Bang!
A dull thud was heard.
Dust flew everywhere.
Its massive body slammed heavily onto the hard ground with a thud that sent chills down your spine.
The sound of bones breaking could be heard even from a great distance.
The corpse twitched once, then remained completely still.
That body, once a symbol of glory, now lay quietly before the two armies, like a colossal joke.
quiet.
A deathly silence.
This moment.
Whether it's the Spirit Empire or the Heaven Dou Empire.
Whether they are high-ranking titled Douluo or ordinary soldiers at the bottom.
Everyone froze.
All eyes were fixed on the mangled corpse on the ground.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Even the battlefield, which had been filled with deafening shouts of battle just moments before, was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Only the howling wind still echoed over Jialing Pass.
Dead?
That person with the top-tier martial soul, the Fire Phoenix, that person hailed as a genius among geniuses, that person Ma Hongjun, one of the Shrek Seven Devils...
He just died like that?
Was his neck snapped like a chicken?
The visual impact is truly stunning.
So much so that many people simply couldn't accept this fact for a while.
In their minds, the Shrek Seven Devils are the protagonists, destined by fate, and mythical beings who can never be defeated.
But now.
The myth has been shattered.
And it was destroyed so thoroughly, so decisively, so utterly vulnerable.
Lu Ming remained standing with his hands behind his back in the void.
Clad in white, pure as snow, spotless.
He calmly looked down, down at the corpse, and down at all living beings.
That indifference and domineering aura emanating from his very bones made everyone present feel an irresistible urge to bow down and worship him.
This is Lu Ming.
If they don't take action, then so be it.
With a single move, the force is overwhelming, deciding life and death.
"Fatty!!!"
finally.
A heart-wrenching roar shattered the deathly silence of the battlefield.
That sound came from behind the Heavenly Dou Empire's camp.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others stared wide-eyed at the unrecognizable corpse in the distance, their eyes bloodshot and their bodies trembling.
They couldn't believe it.
Just a moment ago, they were chatting and laughing with their brothers, dreaming about the wonderful life they would have after becoming gods.
The next moment, he had become a cold corpse.
"Lu Ming! I'm going to kill you!!"
Dai Mubai let out a tiger's roar, his eyes bloodshot, desperately trying to rush out and fight to the death.
But his reason told him that rushing in would only lead to his death.
Even Ma Hongjun, who possesses the strongest explosive power, was instantly killed in one move. What can this Evil-Eyed White Tiger do?
fear.
anger.
sad.
A mix of emotions swirled within the Shrek Seven Devils, driving them to the brink of madness.
And at the highest point of the battlefield.
Tang San's figure suddenly froze.
He still held the trident of Poseidon in his hand, but his indomitable spirit collapsed completely in that instant.
He stared blankly at the corpse below.
That's Ma Hongjun.
He's the brother who's called him Third Brother for so many years.
He was strangled to death right under his nose.
An unprecedented sense of frustration and absurdity welled up in Tang San's heart.
He is the successor of the Sea God.
He was chosen by the God of Asura.
He should be the master who controls everything.
Why?
Why did it turn out like this?
"Lu…Ming…"
Tang San slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the figure dressed in white.
His voice was terribly hoarse, like two pieces of pig iron rubbing together.
Those once deep blue eyes had now turned into a sea of scarlet blood.
Murderous intent.
A palpable killing intent erupted from Tang San, causing even the surrounding air to tremble under its power.
But Lu Ming didn't care at all.
He met Tang San's murderous gaze, clapped his hands lightly, as if he had just crushed a mosquito that had only dirtied his hands.
Then.
He gave Tang San a meaningful look.
Are you angry?
Lu Ming said calmly.
"Don't rush."
"This is just the first one."
"Since you dare to bring the so-called Shrek Seven Devils here to 'act on behalf of Heaven'."
"Then we need to be prepared to leave everything here."
These words.
There was no shouting or screaming, nor any deliberate threat.
It's simply stating the facts.
But to the ears of the crowd, it sent a chill down their spines, as if their very souls had been frozen.
One of the Shrek Seven Devils, Phoenix Ma Hongjun.
Fallen!
Until a gust of wind blew by, stirring up the dust on the ground and carrying the smell of burnt meat into everyone's nostrils.
The taste is very strong.
It looked like burnt, rotten flesh, mixed with the stench of mud.
The smell entered Oscar's nose like a red-hot knife, stabbing deep into his lungs.
His pupils contracted sharply.
"Fatty!!!"
A shrill, distorted scream suddenly exploded from Oscar's throat.
He rushed out of the crowd like a madman.
They didn't care about battlefield discipline, or whether the man in front of them was a terrifying man who could kill even gods.
He stumbled and fell beside the charred corpse.
My hands trembled; I wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare.
That's no longer human.
It was a mushy mass of crushed flesh.
The neck was bent at a bizarre ninety-degree angle, and beneath the charred skin were the pale, crushed bone fragments.
(End of chapter)