Chapter 108: Your Excellency, How Will You Respond?

"Wang Dong..." everyone had reacted by now, but Wang Dong had completely disappeared. Recalling the exploding corpses from before, the minds of several people went completely blank.

The drastic change had come too quickly, so much so that no one had time to react.

Elder Xuan suddenly waved his large sleeve, directly sweeping aside the charging Xu Sanshi. "Wang Yan, hurry and save the others. I'll go save Wang Dong." As he spoke, Elder Xuan, for the first time in front of the students, released his martial soul—the Gluttony Divine Ox.

A thick, foul smell made Wang Dong's chest feel tight. Her luck was simply too terrible. The reason the bandit leader, the Death God's Emissary, had chosen her was one, to grab a hostage, and two, a more important reason was that the entrance to the tunnel was where Wang Dong had been standing just now. It could be said to be a completely unmitigated disaster.

A sinister and cold aura that felt like it was baring its fangs and claws crazily poured into Wang Dong's entire body from the front of her clothes where she was being held. It was sinister, cold, and full of evil, and also carried a rolling stench. The sinister cold was like countless poisonous snakes drilling into her body.

The Death God's Emissary was running at an astonishing speed in the tunnel. While running wildly, his palms were constantly slapping on the walls, detonating the explosives he had buried within them.

The reason he was able to lead the Hand of Death Bandit Gang across the Ming Dou Mountain Range was not just because of his skills as an evil soul master. More importantly, he was cautious and careful. It was not the first time he had encountered a situation like today's, but as long as he didn't die, it wouldn't take long for a brand new bandit gang to be brought up again.

Wang Dong barely circulated her Xuan Tian Art soul power to protect her internal organs, resisting the evil soul power pouring into her body, but she did not try to counter-attack. The opponent's soul power intensity was also far above hers; it was not easy to resist.

Just at this moment, a calm voice suddenly sounded in the Death God's Emissary's ear, "An evil cultivator, with a single Corpse Explosion trick. You dare harm my daughter with just this?"

A faint trident rune appeared on Wang Dong's forehead. The next moment, the Death God's Emissary saw the youth in his hands develop blue-gold light in his eyes. It was a majesty that completely transcended this plane.

And just at this time, at the exit of the tunnel, twelve figures stood quietly. Seeing the Death God's Emissary drill out from the tunnel, the twelve people, who seemed as if they weren't even breathing, immediately knelt down on one knee and respectfully saluted the Death God's Emissary.

The Death God's Emissary was stunned. Before he could even react, a sharp, long spear sparkling with golden light had pierced through his chest. His soul power, and even his life force, were all devoured by this long spear.

"Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. You evil cultivators have already chosen the path to death!"

Seeing their master injured, the twelve corpse slaves immediately bared their fangs and claws and pounced at Wang Dong. But Wang Dong just continued to emit that calm voice, and the golden long spear in his hand was pulled out from the Death God's Emissary's chest and pointed diagonally at the corpse slaves—

"Unfixed Storm."

One after another, golden rings of light, following the dance of the long spear, floated towards them. The movements of these corpse slaves were immediately bound by the rings of light. The peerless binding force actually sliced them in half at the waist, and green blood gushed out.

"On this Douluo Continent, when did so many evil cultivators appear? Isn't Slaughter City the only ghostly place where these guys would gather? But back then, I clearly already..."

The voice seemed to be talking to itself. It casually pierced the golden long spear down through the Death God's Emissary's head, pinning him firmly to the ground.

At this time, the once arrogant Death God's Emissary had completely lost his life due to "Wang Dong's" brutal methods. Wang Dong, with the trident mark sparkling on his forehead, was like a god possessing a body, sacred and inviolable.

After the evil soul master was killed, the corpse slaves' bodies swayed and slowly fell to the ground. Wisps of white airflow rose from their heads. Vaguely, one could see that the white airflow was like a human face, but at this time, there was no longer any venom in their expressions, only a sense of relief and reverence. Their gazes were fixed on the proudly standing Wang Dong as they gradually dissipated into the air.

The imprisoned souls were released. The bodies of the corpse slaves rotted and disappeared at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, only skeletons were left on the ground.

"Boom—"

At this time, a violent roar sounded at the exit of the tunnel. Immediately after, a figure had already shot up into the sky and descended fiercely. It was precisely the magnificent body of Elder Xuan, who had finally arrived at the scene.

With just a flash of his figure, Elder Xuan arrived beside Wang Dong. The situation before him also made the furious him stunned for a moment. The Death God's Emissary was pinned to the ground by a long spear, and only a large area of corpse slave skeletons was left on the ground, along with a rotting stench. And Wang Dong was standing at the side with a long spear, dazed.

Originally, Elder Xuan had thought that Wang Dong was surely in for a bad time. He was just doing his best.

But he never expected that Wang Dong would still look intact. With his cultivation, he didn't need to make contact. Just by sensing, he could discover that Wang Dong was unharmed, his aura stable, and he didn't look like he had been possessed by an evil soul master.

At the same time, a piece of information was also transmitted from the trident pattern on Wang Dong's forehead into his sea of consciousness.

"Wang Dong, what happened? You actually killed this evil soul master by yourself?" Elder Xuan asked urgently, his aged eyes full of great doubt.

Immediately, his attention shifted to the brilliant golden long spear in Wang Dong's hand. The bloodline pressure emanating from it made even him, the owner of the Gluttony martial soul, feel an urge to prostrate himself in worship.

"Yes, this is a family heirloom divine weapon, the Golden Dragon Spear. It has a very strong evil-breaking ability. I took advantage of him being unprepared and sneak-attacked him with this weapon," Wang Dong explained.

"Golden Dragon?" Elder Xuan had never heard this term before. With Shrek's current knowledge, it was far from reaching the level of understanding the secrets of the dragon clan.

"Yes, Elder Xuan, I..." Wang Dong responded, and his whole person immediately fell into a coma, being caught by the quick-acting Elder Xuan.

After a careful examination, Elder Xuan found that Wang Dong's soul power and spiritual power were almost completely exhausted. It was likely that using this weapon had consumed too much and overdrawn him.

As Wang Dong fell into a coma, the long spear also very tacitly transformed into a stream of light and drilled into Wang Dong's forehead, disappearing.

It seems this student's background is not small... Elder Xuan pondered for a moment, then carried him back to the cave where the Hand of Death Bandit Gang was. At this time, the smell of blood in the cave had become even more intense.

The heavily injured students of the inner court had already been gathered together. Except for the heavily injured Dai Yueheng, the situation of the others was not too bad. Ma Xiaotao, on the other hand, had consumed too much and was directly sitting cross-legged on the ground to adjust her state.

"Wang Dong!" Seeing Elder Xuan coming back holding Wang Dong, Xu Sanshi was the first to pounce over. The other few from the outer court also quickly gathered around.

"I'm fine," Wang Dong said weakly. Xu Sanshi had already hugged him without any regard, and tears flowed uncontrollably. This made Jiang Nannan at the side have a strange expression.

A girl's heart is meticulous. She was one of the few who had noticed the "Dong'er" that Xu Sanshi had shouted when he frantically rushed out.

Could it be that this Xu Sanshi, after failing to pursue me, has had a change in his sexual orientation? Before, he was always "flirting" with Bei Bei, and now it's Wang Dong. Heavens, what am I thinking?

Jiang Nannan had to put away this chilling thought. Her gaze towards Xu Sanshi also became increasingly strange.

How could Xu Sanshi know what was in Jiang Nannan's mind? At this time, all his thoughts were on this Wang Dong who could perform a martial soul fusion with him and was very likely a girl.

The shadow of Jiang Nannan that was originally imprinted deep in his heart had faded considerably after this battle.

Elder Xuan took the opportunity to hand Wang Dong over to Xu Sanshi. "He's fine, just a little overdrawn on his spirit and soul power. He needs to rest."

Xu Sanshi couldn't hear anything at all. He held Wang Dong tightly, his eye sockets red, as if a precious object had been lost and found again.

Wang Dong wanted to comfort him with a few words, but the consumption of his spiritual power and soul power was too great. He was too tired. He slightly raised his hand but couldn't say a word.

"How is the situation?" Elder Xuan, who was releasing his martial soul, had a gloomy face that looked as if water would drip from it. He turned his head and asked Wang Yan. Ever since that time in the Star Dou Great Forest when they encountered a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, which had led to a large number of casualties among the inner court disciples, this was another time a major loss had almost occurred under his leadership. The shame in his heart was something an ordinary person could not understand.

Hearing Wang Yan report to him that besides Dai Yueheng, neither of the two teams had suffered much damage, only then did Elder Xuan let out a long sigh of relief.

"Elder Xuan, what about that Death God's Emissary?" Wang Yan suddenly thought of that extremely threatening Corpse Explosion Soul King and couldn't help but ask.

"Dead. Killed by Wang Dong with a weapon of unknown origin," Elder Xuan was extremely ashamed and could only explain to the crowd with a stiff upper lip.

Hearing his words, the ferocious coldness on Wang Yan's face relaxed a little. "Good, good. We've finally avenged those innocent commoners. That Death God's Emissary probably whatever how also想不到 (xiǎngbudào - would never have thought) would die at the hands of Wang Dong."

Elder Xuan reopened his eyes. Since besides Dai Yueheng, neither of the two teams had any major problems, the most urgent task was naturally to immediately head to Star Luo City to participate in the competition. "Wang Yan, let's take them back to the military camp first. After Yueheng's injuries stabilize, we'll immediately rush to Star Luo City to compete. There's no time to lose. Let's act immediately."

Everyone responded in unison, left the cave, and directly released their flying soul tools, heading towards the military camp at the fastest speed. Dai Yueheng's injuries were also not too serious. As long as he rested for a few days, he could return to his normal state.

When Wang Dong woke up again, it was already a bright sunny noon. The thick smell of blood had long since disappeared, replaced by the fresh air of the mountain forest.

He found that his head was pillowed on a soft and greasy place, which was very comfortable. A broad and powerful hand was placed on his chest, its long fingers right before his eyes.

This is...

"Ah——"

Wang Dong's piercing shriek echoed throughout the entire mountain forest. He immediately flipped over and got up. This made the owner of the hand scratch his head in embarrassment.