A Titled Douluo... as a generator?
Salas's body began to tremble violently—not from anger, but from a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
He jerked his head up and stared at Qin Feng's far-too-young face. He wasn't looking at an arrogant boy. He was looking at a true devil—a madman who dared drag gods from their altars and treat every rule of the world as experimental material!
His worldview, his faith, and the pride he held as a Platinum Bishop were crushed to pieces in that instant by the "power bank" steadily putting out electricity and Qin Feng's offhand remark.
His spirit had completely crumbled!
"No... No..." Salas stumbled back two steps in a daze, bumping into the elevator's metal wall as he murmured incoherently.
Xie Yue and Yan stood off to the side, already pale with fright. They couldn't make out what Qin Feng had said to Salas, but they could see the look of a man whose soul had been ripped away from him.
"Oh, right." Qin Feng seemed to remember something and snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot—you came here looking for someone."
He turned and pressed the button to take the elevator up to the fourth floor.
"Since you're here, you might as well get a good look."
The elevator doors opened again. This time, they truly stepped into the Biological Laboratory they had only glimpsed from outside.
Unlike the rough industrial style of the fifth basement level, everything here was immaculate and precise.
The floor was spotless, and the air held the cold smell of disinfectant mixed with some kind of nutrient solution.
Rows of complex instruments glimmered with a faint blue light. Countless mechanical arms worked quietly and efficiently at the sterile workstations.
At the center of the laboratory stood a massive, transparent cylindrical container.
Hu Liena was inside.
She wasn't bound in chains, and she had no wounds on her body.
She simply floated in pale green nutrient solution, eyes closed, as if asleep.
But from head to toe, her body was covered in densely packed, faintly glowing silver sensor patches. Countless data cables, thin as strands of hair, extended from the patches and connected to the huge computer banks outside the container.
Beside it, a pale, long-haired man dressed in a purple kimono watched a huge screen with great interest.
The screen displayed a real-time, three-dimensional model of the Soul Power flowing through Hu Liena's body, the structure of her meridians, and even the activity data of each individual cell.
It was Orochimaru.
"Nana!" Xie Yue cried out and started forward.
"Don't move!" Salas reached out sharply and grabbed him, holding him back.
Though his reason was on the verge of collapse, his instincts as a Soul Douluo were still sounding the alarm. The long-haired man felt a million times more dangerous than that Thunder Tyrannosaurus!
"Hehehehe..." Orochimaru turned around. His golden, snake-like eyes swept over the three of them, as if sizing up three little white mice that had wandered into his laboratory.
"Qin Feng, it seems your guests are very interested in my research."
"Don't mind them, Doctor." Qin Feng walked to the control panel and brought up Hu Liena's genetic mapping. "They've just never seen much of the world. They think the mysteries of the human body come from some damn Martial Soul inheritance."
Qin Feng pointed at a section of the spiral structure marked in red on the screen and explained to Salas, "See this? This is the core genetic sequence of your Golden Generation's 'Yao Mei' Martial Soul. It's a biological instinct that affects the central nervous systems of other creatures by releasing special pheromones. Put simply, it's a fox in heat."
"You think it's a god-given power of seduction. To me, it's just a remnant of a low-level animal's mating instincts. Crude structure, poor efficiency, and plenty of side effects."
"You... Shut up!" Xie Yue trembled with rage. "How dare you insult Nana's Martial Soul!"
"Insult?" Qin Feng smiled. "I'm just stating facts."
Salas stared at Hu Liena in the container, then looked at the genetic map on the screen, laid bare in every detail.
He could barely breathe.
The genius the Spirit Hall had cultivated at great expense, and was so proud of, was nothing but a collection of data to this madman—something he could take apart and analyze at will?
No! He couldn't let this happen!
His Holiness the Pope had ordered him to bring Nana back!
A surge of blood rushed to Salas's head. The dignity that had been crushed within him became a final burst of madness!
"You're asking for death!"
With a furious roar, Salas could no longer care about any bans or fears!
The seventh Soul Ring beneath his feet—the ten-thousand-year black ring that represented his Martial Soul Avatar—blazed with light!
"Seventh Soul Skill, Scepter Avatar!"
A gigantic golden scepter phantom, ten meters long, appeared behind him with a thunderous boom. The terrifying fluctuations of Soul Power made the glassware throughout the laboratory buzz!
"Shatter!"
Salas poured all his Soul Power into it. The enormous scepter phantom, like a giant axe cleaving open the heavens, crashed down on the glass container holding Hu Liena with enough force to destroy the world!
He had put everything into that strike! It could level a small mountain, let alone shatter a glass container!
Yet Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid.
Grey Wolf yawned and impatiently pressed a blue button on the control panel.
[Strong Magnetic Deflection Field: Activated.]
Just as the scepter phantom was about to touch the container, a blue ripple, almost invisible to the naked eye, spread instantly from the center of the laboratory, forming a perfect spherical field.
The next moment, a sight that nearly made Salas's eyes pop out unfolded before him!
The menacing scepter phantom, carrying a Soul Douluo's lifetime of cultivation, didn't explode or get blocked when it touched the blue field.
It... bent!
Like a lump of modeling clay twisted by an invisible hand, its entire attack trajectory was forcibly deflected by ninety degrees. It skimmed past the edge of the container and slammed into a specially reinforced metal wall on the other side of the laboratory.
"Boom!"
A muffled thud rang out.
The wall lit up with energy-absorption patterns, without leaving so much as a scratch.
The entire room fell silent.
Salas froze in his attacking stance, his mind completely blank.
That was it?
His all-or-nothing Martial Soul Avatar strike had just... vanished? He hadn't even heard a proper sound!
"Tch, I thought that would make more of a racket." Grey Wolf picked his nose and hopped out from behind the control panel, tablet in hand, looking at Salas with contempt.
"Peak Soul Power output: 7,800 standard units. Energy dissipation rate: as high as forty percent. The attack trajectory showed no precision whatsoever."
Grey Wolf shook his head and looked at Salas as if he were an idiot.
"Hey, old man, your attack wouldn't even have enough force to polish my Red Wolf's Frying Pan!"
"Against the laws of physics, your pitiful Soul Power doesn't even qualify as a clump of energy trash moving in a straight line! Get it?"
Energy trash...
Trash...
"Pfft!"
Salas couldn't take any more. His mind completely collapsed, and he spat out another mouthful of blood before falling straight backward.
"Bishop!" Xie Yue and Yan hurried to catch him. They no longer looked at Qin Feng and Grey Wolf with fear, but as if they were two gods from a higher-dimensional civilization!
Qin Feng slowly walked over to the unconscious Salas and looked down at him.
"See? That's the difference."
He raised his head. His gaze passed over Xie Yue and Yan, settling on the shadows in the laboratory.
"Now, it's your turn."
"You're Yan, another member of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, right?"
"I hear your Martial Soul is the Flame Lord, a rather interesting fire-elemental body. I'm very interested in your genes, too."
The corner of Qin Feng's mouth curled into an expression that made Yan's soul nearly flee his body.
"Are you going to walk into that empty container yourself, or... should I ask the Doctor to help you?"
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