Dai Mubai Obliterates Everything, Yu Xiaogang Collapses!

Zhao Tieshan felt a massive force strike him, causing his feet to slide back half a step, yet his heart remained steady.

"Is that all you've got?"

He had just intended to mock him.

But he discovered that within the dust and smoke, that golden figure had already arrived before him.

Dai Mubai was in mid-air, his third soul ring suddenly lighting up.

Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

His already sturdy frame expanded once more, yet he did not become bloated; instead, every muscle was filled with explosive lines of power.

The most terrifying part was his hands.

Ten sharp claws extended, each over a foot long, resembling daggers forged from pure gold, gleaming with a chilling light.

That was the ultimate Geng Metal Qi!

Unbreakable, unstoppable!

"Shatter... for me!"

Dai Mubai let out a violent roar.

Crossing his claws, he swung them down heavily, accompanied by a sharp whistle that seemed to tear through space.

There were no complex techniques.

It was just a head-on collision!

It was using the purest form of attack to crush the strongest defense!

Screech--!

A teeth-grinding sound of metal friction instantly rang across the battlefield.

In the horrified gaze of everyone present.

Zhao Tieshan's pride and joy, the Immovable as a Mountain defensive barrier, was torn apart by those golden claws as easily as if it were fragile tofu.

"No... this is impossible!"

Zhao Tieshan's pupils contracted to pinpricks as he let out a terrified scream.

He clearly felt the scent of death.

After shredding the light barrier, the golden claws did not lose momentum, slicing directly into his petrified skin.

Cutting through flesh as if it were mud.

Splurt!

Blood splattered.

That tower-like man, along with the Heavy Shield Martial Soul in his hands, was actually sent flying by this single strike.

Across his chest, ten deep, bone-visible wounds nearly split him open.

Zhao Tieshan slammed heavily into the ground, sending dust flying.

He twitched twice, the light in his eyes rapidly fading.

One strike.

Just a single strike.

A level 45 defense-type Soul Ancestor, defeated!

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Whether it was the Star Luo soldiers or the Heaven Dou reinforcements, everyone looked like ducks with their necks throttled, unable to make a single sound.

Only that golden figure stood proudly before the two armies.

Dai Mubai flicked the blood droplets from his claws, his expression indifferent.

"Next."

At this moment.

The people of both the Black and White worlds were completely numb.

This is a level 37 fighting a level 45?

And against the most troublesome defense-type at that?

As simple as drinking water?

Black World, Star Luo Square.

Those who had been clamoring that "Soul Power Level is the foundation" now had their mouths agape, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

"Is... is this the strength of the White Emperor?"

"I've heard of that Zhao Tieshan; he was a fierce general who killed many of our people at the border back in the day. Just like that... he was insta-killed?"

"Too strong, this is simply unreasonable!"

Someone swallowed hard, their eyes filled with awe.

"Treating levels as nothing, killing enemies above one's rank as easily as reaching into a bag."

"This is the true White Tiger Martial Soul!"

In a corner of the crowd.

Dai Mubai of the Black World was currently slumped on the ground, clutching a wine bottle.

He looked at the majestic, awe-inspiring version of himself on the Sky Screen, then looked down at his own hands, which were even trembling slightly.

A deep sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

"Fake..."

"It must be fake..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so hoarse it sounded like he was crying.

"He must have taken some forbidden drug!"

"Or perhaps the rules of that world are different!"

"How can he one-shot a level 45 with level 37? When I was level 37..."

He didn't finish his sentence before shutting his mouth.

Because he remembered that when he was level 37, he was still in the Great Soul Arena of Suotuo City, relying on beating up rookies to find a sense of existence.

If he had encountered a level 45 Soul Ancestor back then, he probably wouldn't even have had the courage to strike, thinking only of how to run away.

"Why..."

Dai Mubai suddenly raised the wine bottle and smashed it fiercely against the wall.

Glass shards splattered everywhere, cutting his cheek, but he didn't even notice.

Jealousy, like a venomous snake, was gnawing at his heart.

They were both Dai Mubai.

The version of himself in that world was a heaven-favored child, a commander of three armies, an invincible War God.

And himself.

He was just a street rat hiding in a dark corner, not even daring to say his own name out loud.

Shrek Academy.

On the training ground, there was a deathly silence.

Tang San stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his Purple Demon Eye unconsciously pushed to its limit as he tried to see through the mystery of that strike.

"No Hidden Weapon was used."

"No poison either."

A stormy sea surged in Tang San's heart.

As a control-type soul master who was also proficient in Hidden Weapons, he knew better than anyone the difficulty of challenging someone at a higher level.

If he didn't use those powerful mechanical Hidden Weapons, even he, at level 37, would have less than a thirty percent chance of winning against a level 45 defense-type Soul Ancestor.

And he certainly couldn't do what Dai Mubai did: meet them head-on and kill them in a single strike.

"His soul power... is very strange."

Tang San frowned, his fingers tapping lightly against the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

"That golden, sharp aura doesn't seem to come solely from his Martial Soul."

"It's too pure."

"So pure that it can even ignore soul power defenses directly."

A strange sense of crisis suddenly rose in Tang San's heart.

If he were to face this Dai Mubai from the White World.

Could his Blue Silver Grass block that claw?

The answer was no.

Even his Eight Spider Lances would likely be shattered into pieces under that extreme Geng Metal Qi.

"Unless..."

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"Unless I use those top-tier Tang Sect Hidden Weapons."

"Or... the Clear Sky Hammer."

But he knew clearly in his heart.

Dai Mubai on the Sky Screen was clearly not using his full strength.

That composure, that disdain, was definitely not faked.

Standing to the side, Yu Xiaogang's expression was ugly to the extreme.

His stiff face was now as dark as the bottom of a pot.

His "Grandmaster" theories were suffering an unprecedented shock at this moment.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, muttering incessantly.

"There is an insurmountable chasm between level thirty and level forty."

"The total amount of spirit power and the might of spirit skills are not even on the same order of magnitude."

"Furthermore, the opponent is a defense-type with the augmentation of a Fourth Spirit Skill."

"How could it possibly be broken by a third spirit skill?"

The surrounding students all looked at him, their eyes filled with a trace of doubt.

Didn't the Grandmaster often say that there are no trash spirits, only trash spirit masters?

Then why couldn't the Dai Mubai from the original story do it, yet this Dai Mubai from the White World managed to?

Sensing the strange gazes around him, Yu Xiaogang stopped abruptly and shouted:

"He must have used external force!"

"Yes! It must be external force!"

As if he had grabbed onto a final straw, he analyzed with certainty:

"That Dai Mubai from the White World must have an incredibly powerful Spirit Bone on him!"