Douluo: Ma Hongjun The Ancestor Phoenix!

A ball of dark green liquid formed at Dugu Bo's fingertips.

It emitted a faint glow, releasing a sharp, fishy smell that instantly filled everyone's nostrils.

Just inhaling it was enough to make several people feel dizzy and lightheaded.

"Your Excellency, he's just a child!" Meng Shenji couldn't stand by and watch this young genius die at the hands of Dugu Bo.

He immediately stepped forward, shielding Ma Hongjun behind him.

But Dugu Bo didn't care in the slightest.

With a casual wave of his hand, a green light flashed. Meng Shenji was forced two steps back, his eyes filled with fear.

"Prince Xue Xing, if this continues, we'll have no choice but to appeal directly to His Majesty for justice!" Meng Shenji turned angrily toward Prince Xue Xing. After all, the prince was the one who had invited this Titled Douluo, and now, he was the only one who could stop him.

"I suggest you stay out of this. Just treat it as cleaning up some trash from the academy." Prince Xue Xing's expression remained cold and unmoved.

There was no room for negotiation. He was determined that someone would die today.

Meng Shenji gritted his teeth, helpless but unwilling to back down.

"Then let the three of us old men experience your poison."

As he spoke, Meng Shenji summoned all his spirit rings. A powerful figure materialized behind him.

The other two elders immediately stepped up as well, releasing their spirit power. The air grew heavy with their combined aura.

They had made up their minds. No matter what, they wouldn't let this young genius die here.

Ma Hongjun hadn't expected the three elders to be willing to stand against a Titled Douluo for his sake.

The gap between Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Even if the three of them worked together, they had little chance of victory.

"Thank you, seniors, but it's alright. His poison has no effect on me," Ma Hongjun said calmly.

He was genuinely afraid Dugu Bo would end up killing the three elders along with him.

After all, they were unlikely to be his match.

Dugu Bo stood there with an annoyed expression, glaring at the three Soul Douluos in front of him.

When he heard Ma Hongjun's words, his face instantly darkened, his anger surging.

"Arrogant brat. I admit you've got the guts to gamble with me… but today, no one can save you!"

Dugu Bo's eyes turned sharp as he unleashed his fifth soul skill.

A small, pitch-black snake materialized on his arm, glowing ominously as it coiled forward.

With a flick, the snake shot out like a bolt of black lightning, striking straight toward the red-haired boy.

It was so fast that no one could react.

A sinister sneer tugged at Dugu Bo's lips as he attacked.

"This venom… has no antidote."

That boy was going to die today.

Even Dugu Bo himself couldn't concoct an antidote for this poison.

Ma Hongjun raised a hand, gesturing to reassure the worried elders, then turned to face Dugu Bo directly.

"This time… it tastes even better," he said with a grin.

"Who in this world isn't afraid of Senior Dugu's poison?"

"Even a Titled Douluo would think twice before crossing you."

"But, Senior… is this really all the poison you've got?"

A hint of confusion played on his face.

The crowd around him instantly broke out in cold sweat.

Every word was pure provocation—words that could easily get him killed.

Dugu Bo's expression went icy. His gaze turned as sharp and cold as frost as he stared at the red-haired boy.

"Fatty's completely lost it!" Oscar nearly screamed in panic.

How dare this lunatic speak to a Titled Douluo like that?

Dugu Bo could crush him with a slap!

Flander was equally stunned. Zhao Wuji leaned in and muttered, "This kid… really has guts. He deserves to be a Shrek student."

Dai Mubai's eyes were filled with shock. "As expected of my brother. Bold as ever!"

Ning Rongrong gazed at Ma Hongjun's back, her eyes full of admiration.

At this moment, she completely forgot about where they were or how dangerous the situation was. In her eyes, there was only the figure of that confident boy.

Zhu Zhuqing gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, silently staring at Ma Hongjun.

"You arrogant brat!!"

Dugu Bo snapped. With a casual wave of his hand, Ma Hongjun's figure instantly appeared trapped in his palm.

Gu Yuena was just about to act.

The moment she raised her hand, her eyes met Ma Hongjun's. Instead of panic, there was only calm. He shook his head gently at her.

A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but instinctively, she withdrew her hand.

She didn't know what the boy was planning, but judging from his expression, everything seemed to be under his control.

Ma Hongjun secretly sighed in relief when he saw her back down.

Among everyone present, only Gu Yuena had the power to stop Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo didn't care about anyone else. His figure flickered, leaving behind a few ghost-like afterimages—and in the next instant, he vanished with Ma Hongjun in tow.

Everyone stood there, stunned.

Flander forced himself to charge toward the last remaining afterimage, but it was too late.

"HONGJUN!" Flander roared. His eyes turned red, his heart full of helplessness.

A Titled Douluo was a force he simply could not resist.

But now, his one and only disciple had been taken.

Flander gritted his teeth, determination burning in his eyes.

Even if it meant becoming enemies with a Titled Douluo, he would get Hongjun back!

At that moment, something caught his eye—a flyer lying on the ground.

He picked it up, realizing it must have fallen from Ma Hongjun earlier.

On the front were the words "Blue Tyrant Academy Admissions Brochure."

The name Liu Erlong leaped out at him, triggering a long-forgotten memory.

"I'm leaving. I have to find someone who can help me rescue Hongjun."

Flander tucked the flyer into his clothes and hurried out.

Every moment of delay meant greater danger for Hongjun. He couldn't afford to waste a second.

Zhao Wuji silently watched Flander's retreating figure. He fully understood his old friend's determination.

Though his heart ached for Hongjun's capture, there was nothing they could do right now.

Zhao Wuji's gaze shifted coldly toward Prince Xue Xing.

His furious stare made Prince Xue Xing's face twitch uncontrollably.

But at this point, Prince Xue Xing didn't dare utter a single word.

His greatest supporter had just left.

In the Heaven Dou Empire, powerful soul masters were deeply respected.

And those powerful soul masters had little regard for nobles like him.

Prince Xue Xing knew clearly that if he opened his mouth now, these people wouldn't hesitate to retaliate.

The faces of the three elders darkened. They glared coldly at Prince Xue Xing, then turned and left without hesitation.

They needed to see His Majesty immediately.

Only His Majesty had the power to order a Titled Douluo to release that boy.

Seeing the three elders leave without hesitation, Prince Xue Xing's face turned ugly.

Grabbing Xue Beng by the arm, he quickly dragged him away.

Xue Beng understood the situation perfectly and followed Prince Xue Xing obediently.

As they left, Xue Beng turned his head back, glancing at the Shrek group.

Seeing the frustration and gloom on their faces, a smug smile crept across Xue Beng's lips.

It's a pity that only one was killed. It's a pity.