Douluo Dalu:Divorcing Ning Rongrong–Why Did She Refuse to Consummate?

"Come out."

A faint, almost imperceptible aura locked onto Zhao Wuji.

Without hesitation, he leaped out of the window, left the Shrek Academy area, and came to a forest outside.

"Come out. I know you're here." Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice.

At the same time, he completed his martial soul possession in an instant, and seven soul rings pulsated up and down around his body.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath. The soul rings gave him a bit of a sense of security.

A black figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree.

The person was completely covered in black clothes, and his specific features couldn't be seen clearly.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji shout coldly. His imposing manner increased significantly after the martial soul possession.

"I just want to have a spar with you, Immovable King Ming. I haven't stretched my muscles for a long time." The black - clothed figure replied indifferently.

As he spoke, the black - clothed man slowly raised his right hand. Immediately, a black long sword condensed in his palm.

At the same time, a full nine soul rings quietly appeared on his body.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black!

Among the dancing tree shadows, the moonlight was like frost.

Seeing the nine soul rings released by the black - clothed man in front of him, Zhao Wuji felt as if a bucket of cold water had been splashed on his face. He shivered all over.

I'm doomed, I'm doomed!

He had actually encountered a Title Douluo!

The arrogance in his words earlier completely disappeared. Zhao Wuji quickly bent down to salute.

His forehead almost touched the cold and hard ground. He tried to use the most submissive gesture to calm the anger of the lofty Douluo in front of him.

"I don't know which senior has come. Please don't make fun of me. How could I be worthy to spar with you?"

The black - clothed man said indifferently, "What's this about being worthy or not? You bullied those kids quite well during the day. I find that the feeling of bullying others seems pretty good. Let me bully you too."

Hearing this, the muscle at the corner of Zhao Wuji's eye twitched. He almost wanted to curse.

It was clearly me who was in a more embarrassing situation.

You, a Title Douluo, can't tell right from wrong!

Do you even deserve to be called a Title Douluo?

Bah!

Of course, he didn't dare to say these words.

In a flash, there was another person beside Zhao Wuji. The newcomer waved his hand at Zhao Wuji, indicating that he should not speak.

"Greetings to Sword Douluo Your Highness. I don't know what Zhao Wuji has done to offend Your Highness. Could you give me, Flanders, some face?"

This person also had seven soul rings of the same color as Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji gasped, and his heart contracted violently. He finally knew who the person in front of him was.

The person in front of him was the Title Douluo known as the number - one weapon martial soul in the soul master world.

Fortunately, he hadn't said the wrong thing just now.

Otherwise, he might have lost his life here.

That was Sword Douluo.

Ten of him wouldn't be enough for the other to fight against.

"Cut the crap and stand aside. Otherwise, I'll beat you up too."

Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly and said, "Respected Sword Douluo Your Highness, I really don't understand where I've offended you. Could you please make it clear first? Even if I'm going to die, I should at least die understanding why."

The black - clothed man snorted coldly. "When you hit the juniors, the seniors naturally have to stand up and seek justice. Let's fight."

Flanders and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance and both understood.

Zhao Wuji's face looked extremely miserable. He pleaded,

"I'm wronged."

"You've wronged me, Your Highness."

"You must have seen the battle during the day."

"Although I fought those kids, I didn't strike too hard..."

"On the contrary, it was me who was beaten quite embarrassingly by Chen Feng..."

Zhao Wuji's voice trembled slightly, and he spoke in a rather pitiful tone. His survival instinct was very strong.

The black - clothed man was speechless for a moment. It seemed that what Zhao Wuji said made some sense.

After a while.

"The death penalty can be waived, but the living penalty is hard to forgive."

The black - clothed man snorted coldly.

"Zhao Wuji, I'll give you a chance. I won't use my martial soul. If you can hold out against me for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll leave without a word. Otherwise, you must do one thing for me."

After saying that, the black - clothed man started to attack.

Bang, boom, ah -

Screams one after another kept ringing out in the forest.

Flanders, who was standing aside, couldn't help covering his eyes and turning his head away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

In the distance, Chen Feng stood on a big tree, calmly watching all this. A complex emotion flashed through his eyes.

He shook his head slightly. Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji. I didn't expect that you managed to avoid Tang Hao's beating, but you couldn't avoid my Grandpa Jian's.

The morning sunlight spilled over every corner of the small village. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the fragrance of the soil in the fields.

Chen Feng and Zhu Zhuqing walked side by side in this peaceful countryside, enjoying the rare tranquility.

The two stepped on the morning dew, originally intending to find a farmhouse and enjoy a rural breakfast.

However, the tranquility along the way was broken by the arguing sound coming from ahead. The two couldn't help but slow down their steps and turned their eyes towards the arguing man and woman.

Although the girl was of ordinary appearance, she was full of youthful liveliness and vitality. At the age of fourteen or fifteen, she was beginning to show the graceful figure of a young girl.

The boy arguing with her was plump, with short hair growing on the sides. His small eyes seemed to be wide - open with anger.

"Ma Hongjun, let me go. I've made it very clear. I got my period today, and we can't do that."

"Cuicui, weren't you having a great time yesterday? Don't lie."

"Ma Hongjun, where did I lie? Ah, don't take off... Stop taking off... I told you to stop. Do you hear me..."

"Cuicui, just give in to me. I'll be quick. It only takes two minutes."

The girl named Cuicui was disheveled, but she still broke free from Ma Hongjun, opened the door, and staggered out.

"Ma Hongjun, don't come to me again in the future. I'll never be with you."

"Cuicui, don't I treat you well? Weren't you happy every time we did that? Why do you want to break up with me?"

"You do treat me well, but I really can't stand you. We're not suitable. You'd better find someone else. Besides, I'm several years older than you. Please, don't look for me anymore."

Ma Hongjun and Cuicui were arguing fiercely. Seeing that Cuicui was about to leave, Ma Hongjun grabbed her hand tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Brother Chen Feng..."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Chen Feng, and the meaning in her eyes was self - evident.

"Uh - huh."

Chen Feng coughed.

The coughing sound caught Ma Hongjun's attention.

The little fatty's face immediately darkened. "Mind your own business."

"Phoenix Possession."

Purple - red light burst out from his body like flames. The short hair on his head suddenly grew longer and gathered towards the center, forming a Mohawk - style hairstyle. The purple - red light emitted a scorching temperature, making people feel a strong wave of heat. At the same time, two yellow soul rings rose from under the little fatty's feet. Feather - like plumage emerged on his thick, exposed arms, and his hands turned into sharp claws.

Ma Hongjun's chubby face was full of confidence. He was a two - ringed great soul master, and his strength was quite remarkable.

Ordinary dozen or so people couldn't get close to him.

In his opinion, dealing with Chen Feng was a piece of cake.

Ma Hongjun looked at Chen Feng with a proud look, as if saying, Kid, seeing the strength of a two - ringed great soul master, are you scared? It's not too late to admit defeat now.

Otherwise, hmph.