Chapter 90 Tang San: I've Already Decided to Die! The Otherworldly Realm of Covering the Sky! Bloodshed!
Yue Guan's move not only killed Ma Hongjun, but also slapped Tang San in the face!
"Good."
"Very good."
Tang San slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless time and space, looking towards that distant world of Shrouding the Heavens.
He looked at the effeminate man standing in the Beast Garden, his face arrogant.
"Yue Guan."
"And Spirit Hall."
Tang San's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
"I was hoping you could live a few more days."
"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish."
He turned around and walked into the house.
His silhouette was solitary and imposing, like a sharp blade about to be drawn from its sheath.
"You..."
"There is already a way to die."
The wind in the Beast Garden carried a faint smell of blood.
Yue Guan was gone.
He left cleanly and decisively, leaving behind only a mess and a pile of rotten flesh that used to belong to Ma Hongjun.
Dai Mubai was still lying on the ground.
He was panting heavily, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
Before he could recover, several servants dressed in coarse linen clothes came over.
Although these people were the lowest-ranking servants in the Heavenly Court, their cultivation levels would be equivalent to those of a Title Douluo in Douluo Continent.
One of the burly servants, a man with a fierce face, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground with disdain, then kicked Dai Mubai in the buttocks.
"What are you staring at?"
"Does he really think he's here to enjoy a life of luxury?"
Dai Mubai was kicked so hard he stumbled and almost fell onto the pile of rotten flesh.
He dared not speak out against his anger.
Those signature sinister eyes now held only humility and fear.
A worn-out shovel and a manure bucket made of some unknown type of wood were thrown in front of him.
There was a loud clang.
"From now on, this will be your job."
The head servant stood with his arms crossed, looking down at the former prince of the Star Luo Empire.
"The mythical beasts in this garden need to defecate every day."
"Those divine beast droppings contain spiritual energy and cannot be discarded casually; they must be collected to irrigate the spiritual fields."
"You're in charge of cleaning up the poop."
Dai Mubai was stunned.
He looked at the shovel stained with some unknown dirt, then at the enormous, terrifying ancient remnants in the distance.
Scooping poop?
Make him, Dai Mubai, the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, go and shovel poop for the beasts?
"What? You don't want to?"
The head servant glared, releasing a slight amount of the pressure from the Dragon Transformation Realm.
Dai Mubai felt as if his bones were about to shatter, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
"I do... I do..."
The leader sneered.
"If you're willing, that's good."
"Remember, work hard and don't try to slack off."
"Also, don't expect to get spiritual fruits like Yue Guan did."
"That's a privilege reserved for those who work for His Majesty."
"For a piece of trash like you to be allowed to breathe in a place as spiritually rich as the Heavenly Court is already an immense blessing from His Majesty."
"Want some food? Go to the back mountain and fight the spirit beasts for leftovers."
After saying that, the group left laughing.
Only Dai Mubai was left kneeling on the cold ground.
His hands trembled as he picked up the shovel.
A pungent stench wafted from the animal pen not far away.
That smelled like the excrement of a mythical beast. Even if it's a mythical beast, its excrement is still smelly.
Dai Mubai's eyes reddened.
There is no benefit to it.
There are no cultivation resources available.
There wasn't even a hot meal.
Pure manual labor.
Pure cattle and horses.
Looking at the spot where Ma Hongjun's body had disappeared, a feeling of envy welled up inside him.
Perhaps death is a kind of liberation.
...
Douluo Continent.
Ma Hongjun's death caused immense grief to the people of Shrek Academy.
But for most Soul Masters, this is not only gratifying, but also a signal.
An exciting signal.
The spot is available!
Another spot has been added to the list of those who will be admitted to the world of Shrouding the Heavens!
Countless eyes stared intently at the sky, filled with anticipation and greed.
Everyone thinks they are the chosen one.
Everyone thought that if they went to the world of Shrouding the Heavens, they would definitely not be like that idiot Ma Hongjun who sought his own death.
Inside Shrek Academy.
Flander was still grieving the loss of his men, and he looked more than ten years older.
He slumped into a chair, his eyes vacant.
"Xiao Gang is gone, Mubai is gone, and now even Hongjun is dead..."
"Why?"
Why is it always Shrek?
The teachers around them exchanged glances, a strange feeling rising in their hearts.
Yes.
That's an incredibly high probability.
Hundreds of millions of living beings across the entire continent are specifically targeting this small academy to fleece them?
Is there some unknown secret behind this?
Before everyone could come to a conclusion...
In the sky.
That familiar golden beam of light, representing a fateful choice, crashed down without warning.
Impartial.
Right in the center of Shrek Academy's plaza.
It enveloped Flander's slightly thin figure.
"Dean?!"
Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Liu Erlong also covered her mouth, her face full of horror.
It happened again!
Still Shrek!
Flander suddenly looked up at the golden light surrounding him.
He was taken aback at first.
Immediately, the sorrow on his face faded at a visible speed, replaced by an undisguised ecstasy.
You selected me?
Can I go to that world too?
The sadness he felt just now seemed to have lessened considerably at this moment.
That's a chance to become an immortal or a patriarch!
And.
A ruthless glint flashed in Flander's eyes.
Now that I'm going, I have a chance to avenge Hongjun!
Yue Guan, you just wait!
Amidst the astonished, envious, and jealous gazes of everyone, Flander's figure soared into the sky with golden light and vanished from Douluo Continent in an instant.
...
The world of Shrouding the Heavens, the Big Dipper Star Domain.
Flander originally thought he would be like Yue Guan or Xiao Wu, descending into a place filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, or at least a human town.
But when the dizziness in his vision disappeared.
A nauseating smell of blood wafted over.
The light was dim, and the place was cold and damp.
The surrounding area consisted of dark brown rock walls covered with an unknown slime.
This is not the Heavenly Court.
Flander's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively wanted to release his martial soul.
But to his horror, he discovered that under the suppression of the laws of this world, his proud Soul Douluo cultivation was as weak as an ant.
Where is this?
He looked around in a panic.
This is a huge dungeon.
Or rather, a huge livestock shed.
He was surrounded by countless people.
These people were all emaciated and pale, with numb eyes, and were only covered by a few tattered pieces of cloth.
They either huddled in a corner, shivering, or stared blankly at the dark rock wall above them.
"The new guy?"
A gaunt old man standing nearby glanced at Flander listlessly.
"Save your energy."
"Don't move around too much, you'll get hungry faster if you move around too much."
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