"Th-that... was his martial soul?"
Master lay amid the ruins, staring blankly at the giant.
He had studied martial souls his entire life.
Yet he had never seen an existence so sacred, so grand.
Before this aura, even the Golden Sacred Dragon from earlier seemed as tiny as a loach.
"No... this isn't a martial soul."
If Bibi Dong had been here, she would have discovered in horror—
This aura was older and nobler even than the Rakshasa God she worshipped.
This was suppression from the very origin of the universe.
Thud.
Thud.
The surviving Spirit Hall soul masters nearby, along with the Royal Knights in the distance—
Under this pressure, they could no longer control their knees.
They fell to their knees in unison.
Not out of fear.
But because the difference in the levels of life made them instinctively want to submit.
"Y-you... what the hell are you?!"
Xue Beng finally panicked.
For the first time, an expression called "fear" appeared on his ugly face.
Because he discovered that the power within him was trembling.
That "god" who had granted him power, that supremely arrogant Solonsen—
Was actually afraid at this moment!
He could feel the Dark God Power within him frantically shrinking back, trying to escape this body.
"Who I am isn't important."
Han Yuchen spoke slowly.
His voice became ethereal and majestic, as though it were coming from every direction at once.
"What matters is that you crossed the line."
"Since this is a game, you have to follow the rules."
"Cheating comes with punishment."
Han Yuchen gave a light push.
That enormous Demon Claw was casually pushed aside, as though he were opening a door.
Xue Beng's massive body staggered back, nearly falling over.
"No! I'm a god! I'm invincible!"
Xue Beng could not accept