Making the Bishop Lose His Composure, Grey Wolf Roasts You for Having Too Little Strength

A Titled Douluo... acting as a generator?

Salas's body trembled violently, not from anger, but from a fear that originated from the depths of his soul.

He snapped his head up, staring fixedly at Qin Feng's impossibly young face. What he saw was not an arrogant youth, but a true devil! A madman who dared to drag gods down from their altars and treat all the rules of the world as experimental material!

His worldview, his faith, and his pride as a Platinum Bishop were, at this moment, crushed to pieces by that "power bank" steadily outputting current and this casual remark from Qin Feng.

His Dao Heart had completely collapsed!

"No... no..." Salas retreated two steps in a daze, colliding with the metal wall of the elevator, muttering unconsciously.

Xie Yue and Yan stood to the side, their faces already drained of all color. They couldn't hear what Qin Feng had said to Salas, but they could see the look of a man whose soul had been ripped away on the Bishop's face.

"Right." Qin Feng snapped his fingers as if remembering something. "Almost forgot, you came here to find someone."

He turned and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

"Since you're here, I'll let you see enough."

The elevator doors opened once more, and this time, they truly stepped into the Biological Laboratory they had only glimpsed from the outside.

Unlike the rugged industrial style of the fifth basement level, everything here presented an extreme sense of cleanliness and precision.

The floor was spotless, and the air was filled with the cold scent of disinfectant mixed with some kind of nutrient solution.

Rows of complex instruments flickered with eerie blue light, and countless mechanical arms worked silently and efficiently on sterile operating tables.

In the center of the laboratory stood a massive, cylindrical transparent container.

Hu Liena was inside.

She was not bound by iron chains, nor were there any scars on her body.

She simply floated quietly in the pale green nutrient solution, eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

But from head to toe, her body was covered in dense, shimmering silver sensor patches. Countless hair-thin data cables extended from these patches, connecting to a massive computer cluster outside the container.

Beside the container, a pale-skinned man with long hair, dressed in a purple kimono, was watching a giant screen with great interest.

On the screen, a 3D model was displaying in real-time the flow of soul power within Hu Liena, her meridian structure, and even the activity data of every single cell.

It was Orochimaru.

"Nana!" Xie Yue gasped, about to rush forward.

"Don't move!" Salas reached out abruptly, pulling him back with a death grip.

Although his sanity was on the verge of collapse, his instincts as a Soul Douluo were still screaming warnings. The feeling that long-haired man gave him was ten thousand times more dangerous than that Thunder Tyrannosaurus!

"Hehehehe..." Orochimaru turned his head, his golden snake-like pupils sweeping over the three of them as if sizing up three white mice that had broken into his laboratory.

"Qin Feng-kun, your guests seem very interested in my research."

"Doctor, don't mind them." Qin Feng walked to the console and pulled up Hu Liena's genetic mapping chart. "They're just ignorant, thinking the mysteries of the human body rely on some bullshit Martial Soul inheritance."

Qin Feng pointed to a spiral structure marked in red on the screen and introduced it to Salas: "See this? This is the core genetic sequence of your Golden Generation's Yao Mei Martial Soul. A biological instinct that influences the nervous systems of other creatures by releasing special pheromones. To put it bluntly, it's just a fox in heat."

"You treat it as a god-given power of charm, but in my eyes, it's just a remnant of low-level animal mating instincts. The structure is crude, the efficiency is low, and the side effects are massive."

"You... you shut up!" Xie Yue trembled with rage. "How dare you insult Nana's Martial Soul like that!"

"Insult?" Qin Feng laughed. "I'm merely stating facts."

Salas stared fixedly at Hu Liena in the container, then back at the genetic map that had been dismantled so clearly on the screen.

Even breathing became difficult for him.

The genius that Martial Soul Hall had spent countless resources to cultivate, the one they were so proud of, was in the eyes of this madman nothing more than a pile of data that could be dismantled and analyzed at will?

No! This must not be!

The Pope's order was to bring Nana back!

A surge of blood rushed to his head; Salas's crushed dignity transformed into a final, desperate madness at this moment!

"You're courting death!"

With a roar, Salas no longer cared about any prohibitions or fear!

The seventh soul ring beneath his feet, the ten-thousand-year black ring representing his Scepter Avatar, erupted with brilliant light!

"Seventh Soul Skill, Scepter Avatar!"

A giant golden scepter phantom, ten meters long, manifested behind him with a boom, the terrifying soul power fluctuations causing all the glass vessels in the laboratory to hum!

"Shatter!"

Salas poured all his soul power into it, and that massive scepter phantom, like a giant axe splitting the heavens, smashed fiercely toward the glass container holding Hu Liena with the force of a world-ending strike!

He had used all his strength in this blow! Forget a glass container; even a small mountain would have been razed to the ground!

However, Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid.

Grey Wolf even let out a yawn and impatiently pressed a blue button on the console.

"Hum—"

Just as the scepter phantom was about to touch the container, a nearly invisible blue ripple expanded instantly from the center of the laboratory, forming a perfect spherical force field.

[Strong Magnetic Deflection Field, activated.]

The next second, a scene unfolded that nearly made Salas's eyeballs pop out of their sockets!

That menacing phantom of a scepter, containing the lifelong cultivation of a Soul Douluo, did not explode nor was it blocked the moment it touched the blue force field.

It... bent!

Like a piece of modeling clay forcibly twisted by an invisible giant hand, the entire trajectory of the attack was abruptly deflected by ninety degrees, grazing the edge of the container before slamming violently into a special metal wall on the other side of the laboratory.

"Boom!"

A muffled thud echoed.

The wall lit up with a pattern of energy-absorbing runes, not even leaving a single scratch behind.

The entire room fell into dead silence.

Salas remained in his attack stance, frozen in place, his mind a complete blank.

It was gone?

His full-power strike, the one he had bet everything on, just... vanished? He hadn't even heard a proper explosion!

"Pfft, and here I thought it would make a big splash." Grey Wolf picked his nose and hopped out from behind the console, holding a tablet and looking at Salas with utter disdain.

"Peak soul power output of 7,800 standard units, energy dissipation rate as high as forty percent, and the attack trajectory lacks any semblance of precision."

Grey Wolf shook his head, looking at Salas with the gaze one might reserve for an idiot.

"I'm telling you, old man, your attack isn't even strong enough to polish my Red Wolf's Frying Pan!"

"In the face of absolute physical laws, your pathetic bit of soul power doesn't even qualify as a pile of directional energy trash! Get it?"

Energy trash...

Trash...

"Pfft!"

Salas could no longer hold on; his spirit completely collapsed. Another mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he fell straight backward.

"Bishop!" Xie Yue and Yan rushed to support him. The way they looked at Qin Feng and Grey Wolf was no longer filled with fear, but as if they were staring at gods from a higher-dimensional civilization!

Qin Feng walked slowly to the unconscious Salas and looked down at him from above.

"Do you see? This is the gap."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Xie Yue and Yan to land in the shadows of the laboratory.

"Now, it's your turn."

"The other member of the Golden Generation from Martial Soul Hall, Yan, right?"

"I've heard your martial soul is the Flame Lord, a rather decent fire-attribute elemental body. I am quite interested in your genes as well."

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled into an arc that made Yan's soul tremble with terror.

"Are you going to walk into that empty container yourself, or... should I have the Doctor assist you?"