A Comparison Across Ten Thousand Years: Spirit Hall's True Worth

Having witnessed Yun Yuan's True Combat Power, the Black-robed Man was on the verge of going mad. He was a mighty Soul King, yet he actually could not defeat a twenty-fifth-rank Soul Grandmaster. Was there any justice left in the world?

However, no response came. Only Yun Yuan's voice, filled with Killing Intent and mockery, rang out.

"Stop shouting. Your Teacher may be on the road to hell, just like you."

"Third Prince of the Silves Kingdom, Simon."

At those words, the Black-robed Man froze in place. His pupils contracted sharply beneath his mask, clearly shocked.

"Y-you, how did you know my identity?!"

The Black-robed Man—Simon—asked in confusion. He could not understand it. He had clearly disguised himself well enough, so why had Yun Yuan still recognized him?

Yun Yuan merely sneered. Gripping the Atlas Spear, he slowly advanced as he explained.

"The moment I met you, I knew your intentions were impure, and that you carried a violent aura."

"I had only just left the Great Soul Arena when a Fallen One came looking for me. Who else could it have been but you?"

By the time Yun Yuan finished speaking, he had already reached a spot not far from Simon. The razor-sharp Atlas Spear in his hand pointed directly at Simon, ready to finish off this Fallen One.

Just as Simon was overcome with fear.

Another figure radiating an evil aura suddenly fell from the sky, crashing down not far from Yun Yuan and Simon as blood poured from his mouth.

"Teacher, how did you end up like this?"

Simon glanced over, and upon seeing that it was his Teacher, hurried to his side and helped the Grim Old Man up.

"Disciple, this time, we didn't kick an iron plate—we kicked a steel plate!"

The Grim Old Man clutched the wound on his chest and spoke with a face full of terror.

He had originally thought that with his cultivation as a Soul Saint, coupled with the strength of a Fallen One, he would be able to escape even if a Soul Douluo appeared.

But he had never expected Yun Yuan's protector to be so terrifying.

Not long after, a figure clad in golden armor descended upon the area. His entire body radiated an aura of holiness and light. It was Old Feng, the one guarding Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong.

Simon looked toward Old Feng and saw nine soul rings circling around him.

"A light-attribute Title Douluo!!!"

"It's over, Teacher. We won't make it out tonight."

Faced with the arriving Old Feng, Simon fell completely into despair. He no longer had the slightest desire to escape.

Light-attribute Soul Masters were already extremely effective at restraining them, and the one before them was even a Title Douluo.

How could they possibly flee? Even if they grew two more pairs of wings, they still would not be able to escape before a powerhouse of this level.

After landing, Old Feng looked at the two Fallen Ones before him, his eyes filled with disgust.

"It seems Spirit Hall has still been too negligent. To think a Soul King and a Soul Saint Fallen One were allowed to roam the world. Who knows how many lives they have endangered."

"Today, as the Vice-Captain of the Angel Legion, I shall represent the holy Angel God of light and pass judgment upon you damned Fallen Ones."

Yun Yuan, standing nearby, twitched slightly at Old Feng's words. From the sound of it, the appearance of a Soul King and Soul Saint Fallen One seemed like an earth-shattering matter.

But Yun Yuan thought of how, ten thousand years later, Evil Soul Masters ran rampant. Soul Kings and Soul Saints were everywhere, Limit Douluo existed as well, and they had even formed the Holy Spirit Cult.

The Holy Spirit Cult had continuously plagued the Douluo Continent and still had not disappeared even Twenty Thousand Years Later.

Only then did he understand Spirit Hall's absolute worth in this era. It was simply far too difficult for Fallen Ones to survive.

In contrast, Shrek Academy ten thousand years later was practically useless. Though it had a Supervisory Corps, it had not resolved the rampant Evil Soul Master problem in the slightest. It was utterly incompetent.

After delivering a declaration of death to the two Fallen Ones, Old Feng's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul appeared behind him, radiating an aura of light and holiness.

"Not good, Disciple. I'll have to sacrifice you so I can escape."

As soon as he spoke, blood-red Soul Power surged around the Grim Old Man and stirred the Soul Power within Simon's body.

The next moment.

The Grim Old Man abruptly struck with his palm, sending Simon's body flying toward Yun Yuan.

Before hunting Yun Yuan this time, he had already tampered with his disciple Simon's body. As long as he activated his Soul Power according to the proper steps, he could detonate Simon's body and cause tremendous destruction.

The Grim Old Man called this skill the Corpse Explosion Technique, an excellent method for perishing together with one's enemy.

If he wanted to escape from the hands of this Title Douluo, he had to draw his attention away, and Simon, who was being used for the corpse explosion, was perfect for that.

Seeing this, Yun Yuan remained where he was and watched Simon rush toward him without making the slightest move, even though he could have used the Wind and Thunder Wings to flee.

Because he trusted Old Feng beside him. A light-type Title Douluo would absolutely be able to protect him.

Not every Title Douluo was as unreliable as Xuanzi, that Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult ten thousand years later.

Sure enough, halfway through Simon's charge, an angelic palm swept toward him. The instant they collided, Simon's body rapidly exploded, producing a massive blast.

"A Fallen One is indeed a Fallen One. Such despicable methods should not exist in this world."

After saying that, Old Feng turned his gaze toward the Grim Old Man, who had already fled dozens of meters away.

The next moment.

A sword of light dozens of meters long appeared in the hand of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind him. Light and flames intertwined as a holy aura spread forth.

"Trying to run? Do you think you can escape? Taste my Angel's Sword."

The moment Old Feng finished speaking, the Angel's Sword, dozens of meters long, came crashing down, its power of light flooding the area for hundreds of meters around.

Sensing the threat from behind, the Grim Old Man turned around and saw a gigantic Angel's Sword cleaving toward him.

"No—!"

With a cry, the Grim Old Man was pierced through by the Angel's Sword before he could even summon his Martial Soul, perishing completely from this world.

After finishing all this, Old Feng withdrew his Angel Martial Soul and descended beside Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong.

"Xiao Yuan, I never expected to encounter a Fallen One in Silves City. These rats in the gutter are truly everywhere. They're disgusting."

After sighing, Old Feng shifted his gaze to Yun Yuan and could not help but praise him.

"Xiao Yuan, your combat power is truly terrifying. You crossed three major ranks to defeat a Soul King. No wonder your Teacher told me that you are the strongest genius he has ever seen."

"Such a feat has never been accomplished by anyone since ancient times but you."

Before Yun Yuan could say anything, Bibi Dong beside him spoke first.

"Of course. Old Feng, my Junior Brother possesses Heavenly Gifted Talent and peerless combat strength. One day, he will stand at the pinnacle of Soul Masters and become a legend of the Soul Master World."

Bibi Dong's words brimmed with pride and arrogance. Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought that she, Bibi Dong, was the genius who had defeated a Soul King across ranks.

"Haha, indeed. Xiao Yuan, I too look forward to the day you reach the pinnacle of Soul Masters. Still, that will not be easy for you. You must not become complacent now."