Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 304 Ning Feng's Suicide, Tang Hao's Greatest Humiliation
The sky above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's mountain gate was completely shrouded in thunderclouds.

The purple-gold lightning writhed in the clouds like a giant python, and each explosion made the mountain tremble slightly.

Even the air was filled with the smell of burning, mixed with the stench of blood, making one want to vomit.

The once glorious Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is now a ruin.

Even their most distinctive and exquisite glazed tiles were shattered, shimmering with a desolate light under the lightning.

At this moment, the Fifth Elder escorted Tang Hao and the other two through the devastated gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The road beneath their feet was no longer a road.

Cracks were visible everywhere, and dark red blood seeped from the cracks.

Looking at the miserable scene around her, Ning Rongrong was speechless for a moment. How did the place where she grew up become a living hell?
Xiao Wu remained bound and unable to move.

Tang Hao was being supported by two disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His mutilated body swayed like a rag, with only a torso and a head remaining. Every step he took left a trail of blood on the ground.

"Report! Sect Master, we've captured Tang Hao!" The Fifth Elder's voice boomed, tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction. "And this little girl..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Xiaowu's arm and stammered for a long time without saying a word.

"Speak," Yu Xiaolie said calmly.

The Fifth Elder then said, "Sect Master, I don't know why, but I always feel that she is a bit strange. Just now I saw her perform a sacrifice, but for some reason, I couldn't sense the aura of a soul beast on her body."

Xiao Wu was pushed forward by the Fifth Elder, staggering a few steps. Her long pink hair was messily plastered to her pale face, and her wrists were marked with red marks from the rough ropes. Yet, she stubbornly raised her head, her eyes full of hostility.

But when she met Yu Xiaolie's gaze, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she subconsciously shrank back behind Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's heart tightened upon hearing this.

Xiao Wu was a 100,000-year-old soul beast that he had painstakingly hidden away to give to Tang San, and he absolutely could not let the Blue Lightning Sect find out!
He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and deliberately raised his voice: "Hmph, what's wrong? Are you seeing things, you old geezer?"

Yu Xiaolie merely glanced at him indifferently, then casually glanced at Xiao Wu.

"This is a 100,000-year-old soul beast. Take it back and raise it in captivity."

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

The Fifth Elder was secretly delighted. This was a great achievement. Not only had he captured Tang Hao, the witch of the Seven Treasures Sect, but he had also captured a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

"Xiao Wu isn't human?" Ning Rongrong suddenly screamed.

She had been following behind in a daze, but now she suddenly looked up, her emerald eyes filled with shock.

She had previously learned of Xiao Wu's sacrifice from the Fifth Elder and thought it was a mistake.

But now that Yu Xiaolie has said it himself, she has no reason not to believe him. With his decisive style and the strength of a Title Douluo, he has absolutely no reason to slander her.

She looked at Xiao Wu, and the lively and adorable Xiao Wu in her memory suddenly seemed unfamiliar to her.

On the other hand, Tang Hao was a completely different person.

He hadn't expected that the carefully prepared Heartbreak Red Flower Grass wouldn't be able to hide it from Yu Xiaolie, and he was filled with doubt.

Yu Xiaolie isn't a Title Douluo with a mental cultivation system, so how could he possibly detect that Xiao Wu is a 100,000-year-old soul beast?

Tang Hao immediately struggled to rush forward, but was held down firmly by a group of disciples.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "What soul beast? If your Blue Lightning Sect wants to frame someone, at least come up with a plausible reason! Let her go!"

The Fifth Elder sneered and slapped the man across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the valley.

Tang Hao's face was turned to the side by the slap, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"A useless piece of trash without hands or feet, still shouting?"

The Fifth Elder sneered, his rough fingers poking Tang Hao's chest.

Yu Xiaolie glanced at Tang Hao indifferently, as if he were a piece of useless trash, and said, "Keeping him locked up in the sect is a waste of food."

With that, he waved his hand: "Throw it back to Haotian Sect."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao immediately sprang to his feet! But because he had no hands or feet to support himself, he fell backward to the ground.

"A true man should die on the battlefield! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Go ahead and kill me if you dare!!!"

Send them back to the Haotian Sect?
That's worse than death!
Tang Hao was a prodigy in the Haotian Sect from a young age, a dazzling genius. He and Tang Xiao were known as the Haotian Twin Stars, with a promising future.

When he left the sect, he made some outrageous remarks, determined to go back with Tang San and slap the sect in the face—to make them regret being the dogs of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But now?

With both hands and feet severed, and his soul power reduced to only level fifty-something, he was reduced to a Soul King.

If I return to the sect looking like this, I'll only be ridiculed as a piece of trash and become a laughingstock across the entire continent!

"Ah—! Kill me! Kill me now!!!" But he was powerless to resist, and could only roar helplessly as the Blue Lightning disciples roughly dragged him away.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong suddenly saw the corpse of the Bone Banyan tree half-buried under the rubble. She immediately broke free from her restraints and rushed towards a pile of ruins like a madwoman.

"Grandpa Bone—!" she cried out in anguish, kneeling on the ground, her trembling fingers stroking Bone Rong's cold cheeks, large tears falling onto the ruins.

Not far away, Ning Fengzhi leaned against the rubble, his face as pale as paper.

He glanced at his disciples on the battlefield, who were wielding hidden weapons but had died tragically due to their weapons jamming.

He then looked at his weeping daughter, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Thanks to your good third brother, you managed to tamper with the hidden weapons..."

With each word he uttered, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He took one last look at the dilapidated mountain gate.

Suddenly, I looked up at the sky, which was being torn apart by thunderclouds.

The ambitions of the past have now turned into endless desolation.

"Fengzhi...I apologize to all my predecessors..."

He murmured softly, and a dagger appeared in his hand without his knowledge. Without hesitation, he plunged it into his heart.

"dad--"

Ning Rongrong screamed, the long sound piercing the sky.

She scrambled forward, only to catch her father's slowly collapsing body.

Ning Fengzhi's warm blood quickly soaked through her clothes.

He glanced at his daughter one last time, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately no sound came out.

Ning Rongrong held her father's gradually cooling body, feeling as if her soul had been ripped away.

Her world collapsed at that moment.

Grandpa Sword is dead, Grandpa Bone is dead, and now even her father has left her.

Those who once doted on her and loved her have all turned into speechless corpses.

By this time, a day and a night had passed, and as dawn broke, the disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had basically finished looting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School truly lives up to its reputation as one of the top three sects, possessing an exceptionally profound foundation.

They dug out boxes of soul tools, rare medicinal herbs, and piles of gold soul coins from the mountain gate.

There were seven or eight iron cages used to imprison the catwoman, which were moved from Ning Fengzhi's bedroom secret room alone.

……

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan's dungeon is cold and damp.

After a day of twists and turns, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were brought back.

As they walked down the corridor, the two suddenly smelled a familiar aroma of sausage.

Around the corner, Oscar sat on a low stool, mechanically rubbing his hands together to produce large sausages.

He was also wearing shackles, looked haggard, and had heavy dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he had been working continuously for a long time.

"Oscar!"

A flash of hatred suddenly appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes. "It was you! You were the one who provided supplies to the Blue Lightning Sect, you destroyed the Seven Treasures Sect! You killed my father!"

Her voice was hoarse beyond recognition, yet every word she uttered was filled with anguish.

Xiao Wu also suddenly broke free from her restraints and spat in Oscar's face: "You traitorous beast! You don't deserve to be one of the Shrek Seven Devils!"

Saliva slid down Oscar's cheek, but he seemed oblivious, staring intently at Ning Rongrong, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

Thankfully, Ning Rongrong is still alive and well. She didn't die, and her eyes still shine; she's not listless or dull.

Oscar opened his mouth as if to explain, but in the end he said nothing.

No one saw the unfathomable pain in his lowered eyes.

As they were imprisoned, Oscar continued to mechanically repeat the actions of making sausages.

However, Ning Rongrong's hateful eyes kept replaying in his mind.

Unfortunately, some misunderstandings can never be cleared up, and some choices, once made, can never be reversed.

As long as Rongrong is alright, it's all worth it.

This is how you should love someone!

It's just a pity that the saliva wasn't spat out by Rongrong.

(End of this chapter)