Qiangu Zhangting's Public Humiliation

"Soul-Absorbing Tablet, absorb souls!"

Qiangu Zhangting's voice carried an almost feral resolve as it echoed across the dim Competition Platform.

Following his shout, the enormous iron tablet floating in midair lit up. The gray-black giant serpent coiled at its center suddenly blazed with terrifying red light in its empty eye sockets.

What kind of eyes were those?

They were two pools of pure blood-red, deep as scarlet whirlpools leading into an unknown Abyss, radiating a dreadful power that could pierce flesh itself and seize human souls.

Merely looking into those eyes was enough to make the souls of the weak-willed tremble, as though they would be devoured whole the very next instant.

Not only that, but the space behind the massive Soul-Absorbing Tablet twisted slightly, and a phantom figure a hundred meters tall flickered into view.

The figure was shrouded in hazy gray-black mist, her features impossible to discern. Only her long hair stood out vividly, writhing as though alive—it was made up of savage giant serpents tangled together and hissing.

Her eyes were likewise a deep crimson filled with endless darkness, echoing the serpent's eyes upon the Soul-Absorbing Tablet and emanating a pressure that froze souls.

God of Sin: Medusa!

As Medusa's phantom opened her eyes, Bianka, who had been bound in place, suddenly stiffened. Her snowy-white body froze in midair as if struck by a halt spell. The light in her lively eyes instantly dimmed, as though some invisible force had completely taken control of her.

Standing behind the Soul-Absorbing Tablet, Qiangu Zhangting took in the scene. The tightness at the corners of his mouth finally eased into a faint, relieved sneer.

He knew perfectly well that using the Soul-Absorbing Tablet against a Big White Goose was excessive—like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

But he had