"Or perhaps the rules governing Soul Power in that world are more lax!"
"Otherwise, there's simply no way to explain this using the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!"
Yet this time, even Tang San, his most devoted admirer, didn't agree with him.
Anyone with eyes could see it.
That claw strike.
It hadn't relied on a Spirit Bone or on the rules.
It had relied on that unstoppable, indomitable momentum—and on mastery of Martial Soul development taken to its absolute limit.
Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong lounged against the Pope Throne, a rare trace of admiration showing in her pale violet eyes.
"What pure metal attribute."
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice echoing through the great hall.
"It isn't mere strength. He compressed and refined his Soul Power, transforming it into the sharpest edge."
"This boy's understanding of Martial Souls has already surpassed that of many Titled Douluo."
Bibi Dong looked at the elders below.
"If he's allowed to grow, even my Spider Emperor Armor might not be able to fully withstand that Geng Metal Qi."
Even someone as proud as Bibi Dong had to admit it.
This boy's talent was truly terrifying.
It wasn't just his Soul Power Level, but his insight as well.
"What a pity."
Bibi Dong shook her head slightly.
"He doesn't belong to our world."
"Otherwise, no matter what it took, I'd bring him into Spirit Hall."
Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back before the Angel God Statue.
He saw further than Bibi Dong did.
"Momentum."
Qian Daoliu slowly uttered the word.
"He's already cultivated an invincible momentum."
"Commanding three armies, with every order obeyed—that is the momentum of a king."
"Slaying a general before the battle lines, defeating enemies above his level—that is the momentum of a tyrant."
"The way of the king and the way of the tyrant, both in one."
Qian Daoliu sighed, his gaze complex.
"Xue'er losing to him isn't something to be ashamed of. Perhaps... it's even a blessing."
"Only a man like him is worthy of my granddaughter."
Clear Sky Sect, forbidden grounds in the rear mountains.
Tang Hao, dressed in ragged clothes, sat on a boulder.
His cloudy old eyes now blazed with light.
"Now that's a fine lad!"
"That's the stuff!"
Tang Hao roared with laughter, his voice making the surrounding trees shiver.
"What techniques, what control? In the face of absolute strength, it's all bullshit!"
"One swipe, and whatever defense you've got gets smashed to pieces!"
It was as if he saw a trace of the Clear Sky Sect in the Dai Mubai of that White World.
It was an absolute reverence for strength.
"If that boy can come to the Clear Sky Sect, I'll take him on as my disciple."
"That temper of his suits me!"
Tang Hao took a swig of cheap liquor, a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
Then he thought of his own son.
Tang San was talented, but he relied too much on schemes and Hidden Weapons. He lacked that bold, sweeping grandeur.
"San'er..."
"Sometimes, your fists are more useful than your brains."
Sea God Island, where Bo Saixi stood quietly by the sea.
The sea breeze stirred her red robes.
"To think such a figure has appeared on land."
She murmured softly.
"That aura of war and conquest is so fierce that even the waves of the sea seem to give way before it."
"If he were to take Sea God's Nine Trials..."
Bo Saixi didn't continue.
But she knew full well.
If the Dai Mubai of this White World came to challenge Sea God Island, even Sea God's Light might not be enough to suppress his proud spirit.
Above them, the images on the Sky Screen gradually faded.
That earth-shattering battle froze on the instant Dai Mubai flicked the blood from his claw.
The third comparison had ended.
The people of the two worlds were now lost in very different thoughts.
The people of the Black World felt envy and jealousy, and frustration that their own "useless prince" had failed to live up to expectations.
The people of the White World felt pride and joy, and boundless admiration for their own Emperor.
Just then,
the Sky Screen shook again.
Rows of golden words slowly appeared.
[Third comparison concluded.] [Winner: White World Dai Mubai.] [Evaluation: General of the King's Army, Geng Metal Killing God.] [Calculating rewards...]
Everyone's breathing quickened.
The rewards from the first two comparisons had already been astonishing.
This time, with such a glorious record and such an overwhelming victory—
what heaven-defying reward would the Sky Screen grant?
[Reward calculation complete.] [White World Dai Mubai has received this spacetime's unique reward—Domain of Eternal Life.] [Note: When the domain is activated, the user's lifespan is limitless, their youth everlasting, and they are untouched by the ravages of time. Within the domain, allies' wounds heal instantly, withered trees bloom anew, and all things are granted vitality.]
Black World.
An uproar unlike any before erupted.
The Million-Year Spirit Ring and Spirit Bones had made people think of the pinnacle of power, heights beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.
But "eternal life" completely shattered the limits of their understanding of life.
That was a power reserved for the gods.
A corner of Star Luo Square.
The dejected Dai Mubai, clutching a wine bottle, didn't even notice it slipping from his hand.
The bottle shattered with a smack, splashing wine over his trouser legs.
He stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his eyes bulging, the whites streaked with blood-red veins.
"Eternal life... eternal life?!"
Dai Mubai's voice rasped like a broken bellows.
All he could feel was a fire—a poisonous fire called jealousy—raging through his organs until it burned him inside out.
Why?
They were both Dai Mubai. The version of him in that world had not only gained invincible strength and supreme power, but now even the Reaper had to bow before him?
While he could only wait in this dark corner as the years passed, wait to become a pile of dust, wait to rot away in endless regret?
"Argh—!"
Dai Mubai let out a shrill howl.
Shrek Academy.
The moment the words "eternal life" appeared, the teacup in Tang San's hand crumbled to powder under his grip.
Scalding tea trickled between his fingers, reddening his skin.
But he didn't react.
His usually composed eyes were now filled with greed and resentment.
What had he sought by cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?
Wasn't it to reach the summit and transcend the mortal world?
Yet even after living two lives, even with the Tang Sect Secret Arts at his disposal, he hadn't dared hope for eternal life.
It was a forbidden realm that countless peerless powerhouses couldn't touch, even after a lifetime of effort.
"I refuse to accept this..."
A voice roared furiously in Tang San's heart.
This wasn't fair.
There was no reason to it at all.
Beside him, Yu Xiaogang slumped in his chair, looking as though his soul had been torn away.
He had spent his whole life studying Martial Soul Theory, always trying to prove that no Martial Soul was useless.
But faced with "eternal life," theories and Soul Power Levels were nothing more than a joke.
As long as one lived, given enough time, even a pig could cultivate into a god, right?
"If only I could have half of it... no, even a tenth of that lifespan..."
Yu Xiaogang's thin fingers trembled, his eyes dull and lifeless.
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