71: Chapter 71 Ma Hongjun's Heartbreaking Pain

The group from Spirit Hall watched Ji Xuan's back; although they did not understand his intentions, they all tacitly maintained their silence.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena exchanged a glance, both seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.

"You want to..."

Dai Mubai was about to ask.

But he saw Ji Xuan bring his fingers together like a sword with his right hand, and a sharp Sword Qi suddenly cut through the air.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Before anyone could react, Ma Hongjun was already drenched in blood below the waist, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

He clutched his wound tightly with both hands, curling up on the ground like a boiled shrimp, rolling in agony.

"Since you cannot control your lower half," Ji Xuan said in a calm voice, "then keeping that thing is just a source of trouble."

The group from Spirit Hall was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Hu Liena stared blankly at Ji Xuan's back, a thousand thoughts rushing through her mind.

Is he standing up for me?

This thought made Hu Liena's heart beat uncontrollably faster.

Although she had been rejected by him four years ago, seeing him teach that damn Fatty a lesson for her sake stirred an indescribable thrill in the depths of her heart.

Xie Yue noticed his sister's dazed expression and gently nudged her arm, causing Hu Liena to snap back to reality.

...

On the side of Shrek, chaos instantly erupted.

"Ah!"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong exclaimed at the same time, both turning their Faces away with flushed cheeks, not daring to look directly at this awkward and bloody scene.

Although Zhu Zhuqing remained as cold as frost, she still slightly turned her head away.

"Fatty, are you okay!"

Oscar hurriedly crouched down to examine him, only to see blood constantly seeping from between Ma Hongjun's fingers, staining a large patch of the ground red.

He scrambled to chant his incantation, creating a few Sausages and stuffing them into Ma Hongjun's mouth.

Tang San also hurriedly took out medicinal powder and crouched down to stop Ma Hongjun's bleeding.

However, the location of the wound was too awkward, and he didn't know how to proceed, so he could only sprinkle some medicine around it first.

Tang San's brows were tightly locked; Ji Xuan's move was too vicious, effectively crippling Ma Hongjun.

At the same time, he was shocked by how fast Ji Xuan had struck; he hadn't even been able to react.

Dai Mubai glared at Ji Xuan: "Brat! How dare you commit such a vicious act!"

Just then, a roar exploded like thunder:

"Brat! You are courting death!"

Zhao Wuji's burly figure leaped down from the second floor, his Vigorous Vajra Bear Spirit instantly possessing him.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black, seven spirit rings erupted, and the terrifying pressure of a Spirit Saint instantly enveloped the entire hall.

He had seen the other party withdraw their Spirits earlier on the second floor and had assumed the conflict had subsided.

Just as he turned to walk to the room door, he heard Ma Hongjun's heart-wrenching scream.

The group from Spirit Hall turned serious upon seeing Zhao Wuji.

Xie Yue instinctively shielded Hu Liena behind him.

Ji Xuan, however, remained calm; he even leisurely straightened his sleeves before raising his eyes to look at Zhao Wuji.

Ji Xuan's unhurried demeanor only made Zhao Wuji even angrier.

As a Spirit Saint, he was somewhat well-known in the Spirit Master's world.

But to be treated with such disdain by a youth was the greatest insult to him.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in anger as he stared fixedly at Ji Xuan:

"Brat! If you don't give me an explanation today, none of you will be leaving!"

"An explanation? What kind of explanation do you want!"

Just then, the figure of Instructor Zhou Long suddenly appeared.

His gaze was like lightning as he stared straight at Zhao Wuji:

"I wondered who it was; so it turns out to be you, a wanted criminal of Spirit Hall!"

Zhao Wuji was stunned, his expression changing slightly, "You are from Spirit Hall?"

The Shrek group was in an uproar upon hearing this, looking at each other in dismay.

Only then did they understand why the other party had such strength at such a young age; they were Geniuses cultivated by Spirit Hall.

Instructor Zhou Long didn't say much, his Soul Power erupting from his body with a roar.

A large blade exuding a terrifying aura condensed in Instructor Zhou Long's hand.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—eight spirit rings descended in sequence.

Seeing that Instructor Zhou Long was actually a Spirit Douluo expert, Xiao Wu turned deathly pale with fright and hurriedly hid behind Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.

She tried her best to conceal her aura, not even daring to lift her head.

Although she knew that unless someone was specifically investigating, it was very difficult for a Spirit Douluo to discover her identity.

But if the other party paid even the slightest attention, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Thinking of the danger she might Face, Xiao Wu's body trembled involuntarily.

Zhu Zhuqing felt Xiao Wu's abnormal fear, and although she was puzzled, she still instinctively shielded her.

"Xiao Wu, don't be afraid!"

Ning Rongrong was naturally fearless and softly comforted Xiao Wu.

...

"A Spirit Douluo!"

Zhao Wuji exclaimed, his Face instantly becoming extremely ugly.

He never imagined that this seemingly ordinary old man was actually a Spirit Douluo-level expert!

He knew well that he had no chance of winning, and although he was unwilling, he had to suppress his anger.

"Let today's matter end here," Zhao Wuji said through gritted teeth.

A cold light flashed in Instructor Zhou Long's eyes; he clearly did not intend to let the wanted criminal Zhao Wuji go just like that.

Just as he was about to strike, Ji Xuan raised his hand to stop him:

"Instructor Zhou Long, let it be."

Although Instructor Zhou Long was puzzled, he still withdrew his Spirit and snorted coldly:

"Zhao Wuji, I'll spare you today."

Although he was not clear about Ji Xuan's specific identity, it was certainly extraordinary; since Ji Xuan had spoken, he naturally had to give him Face.

Only then did Zhao Wuji withdraw his Spirit and step forward to examine Ma Hongjun's injuries.

Just then, a soft green light condensed at Ji Xuan's fingertip, and with a wave of his finger, it landed on Ma Hongjun's wound.

Surprisingly, the bleeding stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye; although the injury remained serious, it had at least improved.

The group from Spirit Hall, including the Shrek group, all looked at Ji Xuan with puzzled gazes.

Xie Yue frowned slightly, Hu Liena's eyes were full of confusion, and even Instructor Zhou Long revealed a puzzled expression.

The Shrek side was even more bewildered; it was clearly this youth who had severely injured Ma Hongjun, so why was he now saving him?

Tang San stared at Ji Xuan, trying to find an answer on that calm Face.

Dai Mubai watched Ji Xuan's every move vigilantly, fearing he might do something unexpected again.

The entire hall fell into silence, leaving only Ma Hongjun's wails.

Ji Xuan glanced meaningfully at Tang San, said nothing more, and calmly withdrew his hand.

Of course, he was not treating Ma Hongjun out of kindness.

If Ma Hongjun lost his ability to move, Shrek's plan to hunt for a spirit ring would be delayed.

...

The night grew deeper.

The Shrek group carefully carried Ma Hongjun back to his room.

Tang San carefully applied medicinal powder to the wound; although the location was awkward, he still managed to finish the bandaging.

Oscar kept making recovery Sausages, feeding them into Ma Hongjun's mouth one after another.

Surprisingly, under the combined effect of Tang San's medicinal powder, Oscar's Sausages, and that mysterious green light from Ji Xuan, Ma Hongjun's injuries improved at an astonishing speed.

Although he was still a bit awkward when walking, he was at least able to move on his own.

"Damn Spirit Hall!" Ma Hongjun cursed through gritted teeth, "Sooner or later, I will make that brat pay the price!"

Looking at Ma Hongjun's painful expression, Tang San sighed softly and tried to comfort him:

"Fatty, look on the bright side; at least you won't have to worry about the problem of the evil fire backlash in the future, and you can Cultivate with peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, the pain on Ma Hongjun's Face eased slightly, but immediately after, a complex expression appeared.

Although these words made sense, they could hardly soothe the trauma in his heart at this moment.

Having lost his greatest pleasure, he felt that his entire life had lost its meaning.

Dai Mubai patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just shook his head in silence.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became exceptionally heavy.