The crimson rays, carrying a scorching heat, shot straight toward Fu Ye's face. Yet, to him, such a feeble attack was as insignificant as the faint breeze stirred by an ant lifting its head beneath his feet.
At this moment, Fu Ye had finally grasped the true nature of the Shrek Academy students.
Dai Mubai was nothing but a coward who preyed on the weak and cowered before the strong. Oscar? A hypocrite who abused his power to bully others.
And that fatso, Ma Hongjun—just a beast driven by his basest instincts, capable of any depravity once his vile urges took hold.
As for Tang San… Hah! Who didn't know the character of the so-called God of Wisdom?
The first in the donghua world to kill his own wife to prove his so-called truth.
Submissive before the strong, yet tyrannical when he held power. Disagree? Then take a look at his Sea God Trident—was it sharp enough for you?
After all, this was a man ruthless enough to rip his own daughter's soul in half. Even Fu Ye couldn't help but admire such methods.
"Hmph!"
Before the deep-red flame ray could reach Fu Ye, it exploded midair, dissipating before everyone's eyes.
"Ignorance is no excuse for guilt. Since you dared to speak rudely to my girl and insult me, you shall be tempered in this sea of fire."
As Fu Ye's voice fell, Ma Hongjun's horror surged—his own flames were spiraling out of control!
"Boom!"
A violent blaze erupted from Ma Hongjun's body—his own fire was now burning him.
At the same time, a small flame flickered at Fu Ye's fingertips, shifting rapidly from yellow to red, then blue, and finally into a viscous, purplish-black hue.
With a casual flick, the flame shot toward Ma Hongjun—and in an instant, the fire engulfing him turned the same eerie shade.
The searing heat forced everyone back.
"AHHHHH!! IT BURNS! IT BURNS! MY HAND—MY HAND!!!"
A piercing shriek tore through the air as Ma Hongjun writhed in agony. Gone were his lustful thoughts—now, all he wanted was to extinguish the flames devouring him.
But how could Fu Ye's black fire be so easily quelled? It clung like a maggot to bone, relentless and inescapable.
Within seconds, the stench of burning flesh filled the air.
Fu Ye simply lounged, one arm draped around Zhu Qing, watching the spectacle unfold with detached amusement.
'This fat pervert loved women, didn't he? Then Fu Ye would ensure he'd never lay hands on another for the rest of his miserable life.'
"Crackle…"
The moisture on Ma Hongjun's skin evaporated instantly, his flesh blackening into charred husks—yet the fire continued to feast, unrelenting.
"AAAAHHH!! SAVE ME! PLEASE! I WAS WRONG! I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! AHHH—!!"
He thrashed wildly on the ground, while Oscar, Tang San, and the others scrambled back ten meters—terrified of the flames' reach.
It was worth noting that Ma Hongjun's martial soul, the Evil Fire Chicken, had mutated into the Evil Fire Phoenix. Despite that, his fire resistance was still formidable. Had this been Dai Mubai, he'd have been reduced to a lifeless husk already.
"HONGJUN!"
"MA HONGJUN!"
At last, Shrek's teachers arrived.
Leading them was Flender—the same man Fu Ye had tortured half to death two years prior. Seeing how well he'd recovered, Fu Ye almost regretted going easy on him back then.
The moment Flender saw his prized disciple engulfed in flames, he channeled his soul power, yanked Ma Hongjun up, and hurled him into the river outside.
"Hiss… Sizzle…"
The black fire met the water—and instead of extinguishing, it boiled the river. Bubbles erupted violently as Ma Hongjun sank beneath the scalding surface.
Just then, a short but burly middle-aged man stomped up to Oscar and the others.
"Oscar. Who did this to Ma Hongjun?"
The man's eyes burned with murderous intent—unrestrained, suffocating.
This was none other than Zhao Wuji, Shrek's infamous Vice Dean and the feared Notoriety Demon.
"Teacher Zhao, it's—it's him!" Oscar stammered, pointing at Fu Ye.
Zhao Wuji's killing intent surged. "You. You're the one who did this?"
Fu Ye remained unfazed, idly pinching Zhu Zhuqing's flushed cheek in his arms.
"Hah. I despise people who bare their fangs at me."
Zhao Wuji looked every bit the bandit he was. Fu Ye had no interest in wasting words.
"Second Soul Skill—Vigorous Vajra Palm!"
A colossal golden hand, capable of shattering mountains, hurtled toward Fu Ye, aiming to crush him into paste.
"TEACHER ZHAO, DON'T!"
Tang San knew Fu Ye was strong—but against a Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji? He stood no chance!
Of course, Tang San's concern only extended to a half-hearted warning. The God King's morality was… selective, at best.
"Buzz—!"
A nine-colored jade box materialized beside Fu Ye. From it erupted a sword wreathed in crimson flames—its heat so intense that every living being within ten miles recoiled.
Zhao Wuji's blood ran cold.
"All things… return to ash."
Fu Ye's whisper was soft, almost serene.
"Scorching Hell."
The Red Flame Sword blazed forward—shattering Zhao Wuji's soul skill effortlessly—before piercing straight toward his heart.
"NO—! Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body!"
"Shhk!"
"Pfft."
A flash of red.
Silence.
Fu Ye continued teasing Zhu Zhuqing, unfazed.
But Shrek's side? Horror.
"Buzz…"
"Crackle…"
Zhao Wuji's towering Martial Soul True Body disintegrated into golden motes, scattering into the wind.
Tang San and the others stood frozen.
'Instant annihilation.'
A Soul Sage—killed in one strike, even after unleashing his True Body.
Flames consumed Zhao Wuji's corpse. This time, not even the stench of burning flesh remained—just ashes, carried away by the wind.
At that moment, Flender returned, dragging a barely-alive Ma Hongjun—now free of the black fire.
His eyes locked onto Fu Ye, lounging on the sofa.
"YOU—!"
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