Chapter 24 Shrek's Deadly Trap?! Ignorant Clown!
Inside the main hall, deathly silence returned once more.
Bibi Dong stood alone in front of the huge portrait.
She wore an elaborate and gorgeous long dress, which made her figure appear even taller, and her beautiful and dignified face showed no emotion.
Her long purple hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, her red lips were small and delicate, and her bright eyes reflected the same face as the person in the painting, stirring up a storm of emotions.
She carefully examined every detail of the portrait once again.
Eyebrows, eyes, bridge of the nose, lips...
"How is that possible?"
She murmured to herself, recalling the description in the intelligence of the man who was also named "Qian Daobai," Qian Renxue's master.
Absolutely perfect.
This realization shocked her, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.
Her high heels clicked crisply on the smooth floor, but her posture remained elegant and beautiful, without the slightest hint of embarrassment.
"Could it be..."
An utterly absurd thought popped into my head.
"Qian Daoliu's brother... is he still alive?"
She spun around abruptly, her skirt swirling in the air in a dangerous arc.
Her perfectly proportioned figure exudes breathtaking charm at this moment.
Bibi Dong paced back and forth in the main hall, trying to sort out her chaotic thoughts.
How can a dead person come back to life?
But if it weren't for him, how could there be someone in the world who looks so much like him, even with the exact same name?
After a moment, she stopped.
"But so what?"
"I have been planning this for many years, and I will make you all pay the most painful price."
She walked up to the portrait again.
Those beautiful, deep brown eyes stared intently at the proud eyes in the painting, as if trying to see right through him.
"Even if you really are Sendoru's brother."
Even if you are still alive.
Bibi Dong's red lips curved into a cold smile.
"Don't even think about stopping my plan!"
The heavy stone doors of the Spirit Hall Elder Hall slowly closed behind Bibi Dong.
The dull sound isolated everything inside the hall.
Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks, her magnificent papal robe trailing on the ground, the gold threads on her skirt shimmering in the moonlight.
She raised her head and looked towards the Martial Soul Sacred Mountain shrouded in the night in the distance.
At the mountaintop, shrouded in mist, lies the place where Qian Daoliu spends his years in seclusion, cultivating his skills.
"A thousand streams..."
She spoke softly, her voice carried away by the night wind.
"I will surpass your strength sooner or later."
She withdrew her gaze, and a cold flame ignited deep within her purple eyes.
"Moreover, even if Qian Renxue, that so-called powerful master, were to appear, she would absolutely not be a match for me."
...
Meanwhile, in Tiandou City, at the temporary headquarters of Shrek Academy.
The night was deep, but the courtyard was brightly lit.
The Shrek Seven Devils sat together, the atmosphere heavy and somber.
Dai Mubai sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed, his sinister eyes filled with an unyielding gloom.
Ma Hongjun's face was still pale, and his injuries had not yet healed.
"That's the plan: lure them out and then deal with them at a pre-arranged location outside the city."
Dai Mubai's voice was deep as he finalized the plan.
Everyone remained silent, and no one raised any objections.
Avenging Master Zhao Wuji and Ma Hongjun is their shared goal.
"I have a question."
Ning Rongrong frowned slightly.
All eyes turned to her.
She spoke slowly, her voice not loud, but everyone present could hear her clearly.
"If this person is truly as Hongjun says, with unfathomable strength, and also has a girl of considerable strength by his side..."
Her gaze swept over the crowd.
"What if he has protectors?"
"With our current strength, we have absolutely no chance of winning against him."
Protectors of the Way.
The moment those three words were uttered, the air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.
Dai Mubai's expression turned even uglier.
"That's right."
Oscar subconsciously touched his chin.
"A Soul Saint of level 70 or so was killed without warning. Even without the protectors, those two alone would have been a huge problem for us."
Ma Hongjun's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his teeth were clenched.
"Are we just going to let this go? Aren't we going to avenge Teacher Zhao?"
"Of course not!"
Dai Mubai categorically denied it.
The courtyard fell silent again for a short while. Everyone was thinking about how to break the deadlock, but they all felt powerless.
The enemy's strength exceeded their expectations.
"I can set some traps."
Tang San had been silent until now, but finally spoke.
His eyes were calm and deep, as if he had already made a decision.
"trap?"
All eyes were on him.
Ma Hongjun was the most excited. He suddenly stood up and walked a few steps to Tang San.
"Third Brother, please continue."
Tang San raised his eyes, looked at Ma Hongjun who was full of anticipation, and slowly extended his right hand.
A blue silver grass quietly grew from his palm, its leaves crystal clear, like blue crystals.
"My Blue Silver Grass is extremely resilient and also has the ability to twine around."
He calmly analyzed his martial spirit.
"I can weave a large amount of blue silver grass into nets or ropes of a specific shape along their likely route, and then use these features to set up extremely well-hidden traps."
"As soon as he steps into our ambush area, the Blue Silver Grass will tighten instantly, binding him from all sides and immediately restricting his ability to move."
"With our combined attack, he's doomed!"
As Ma Hongjun listened to Tang San's description, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He couldn't wait to see the white-robed youth trapped in the blue cage in a sorry state.
"That's good!"
He clapped his hands excitedly.
"But how long can this trap hold him?"
Oscar stroked his chin and raised a new question.
"After all, he is a powerhouse capable of instantly killing a Soul Saint. Under the burst of his soul power, even the Blue Silver Grass might not be able to withstand it, right?"
A slight smile appeared on Tang San's lips.
"Of course not enough."
"Therefore, we need to add another type of concealed weapon."
Tang San's gaze sharpened.
"Poisoned dragon whisker needles".
"I will set up the mechanism for launching the dragon whisker needles in advance in the most hidden corners, such as tree trunks and rock crevices."
"These mechanisms are linked to the blue silver grass traps on the ground."
He paused, a chill creeping into his voice.
"The moment he steps into the trap we set and gets entangled in the Blue Silver Grass, the mechanism will be triggered simultaneously."
"The dragon whisker needles coated with potent poison will shoot out from all angles."
"Moreover, these concealed weapons are launched silently, and very few people can detect them."
Tang San looked at everyone, his tone calm yet full of confidence.
"No matter how strong he is, if his movements are restricted by the Blue Silver Grass for even a fraction of a second, he will definitely not be able to dodge."
The courtyard was completely silent.
This is a situation where victory is certain.
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