General of the Royal Army, Geng Metal Killing God!!

"Or perhaps the soul power rules of that world are simply more lenient!"

"Otherwise, this cannot be explained by the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul at all!"

However.

This time, even Tang San, who admired him the most, did not echo his words.

Because anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

That claw.

It did not rely on a Spirit Bone, nor did it rely on rules.

It relied on that indomitable, indestructible momentum, and a mastery of the Martial Soul pushed to its absolute limit.

Martial Soul Hall, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the Pope Throne, a rare trace of admiration flickering in her pale purple eyes.

"Such pure metal attribute."

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice echoing through the grand hall.

"It is not mere strength, but the compression, purification, and transformation of soul power into ultimate sharpness."

"This child's understanding of his Martial Soul has already surpassed many Title Douluo."

Bibi Dong looked down at the elders below.

"If he is allowed to grow, I fear even my Spider Emperor Armor might not be able to fully withstand this Geng Metal Qi."

Even someone as arrogant as Bibi Dong had to admit it at this moment.

The talent of this youth was truly terrifying.

It was not just his Soul Power Level, but his comprehension.

"What a pity."

Bibi Dong shook her head slightly.

"He is not a person of our world."

"Otherwise, even if I had to use unscrupulous means, I would have recruited him into Martial Soul Hall."

Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back before the Angel God Statue.

What he saw went even deeper than Bibi Dong.

"Momentum."

Qian Daoliu slowly spat out the word.

"This child has already cultivated an invincible momentum."

"To command three armies and ensure orders are strictly followed—that is the momentum of a king."

"To slay generals before the front lines and defeat enemies of higher levels—that is the momentum of a hegemon."

"The way of the king and the way of the hegemon coexist within him."

Qian Daoliu sighed, his gaze complex.

"Xue'er losing to him is not only not a grievance, but perhaps... it is a blessing."

"Only a man like this is worthy of my granddaughter."

Clear Sky Sect, forbidden back mountain.

Tang Hao, dressed in tattered clothes, sat upon a giant boulder.

His murky, aged eyes suddenly erupted with a brilliant light.

"Good lad!"

"Got some spirit!"

Tang Hao let out a loud laugh, his voice causing the surrounding trees to tremble.

"Technique, control—in the face of absolute power, all of that is bullshit!"

"With a claw like that, no matter your defense, it will all be smashed to pieces!"

He seemed to see a shadow of the Clear Sky Sect in that Dai Mubai from the White World.

It was an absolute worship of power.

"If this kid could come to the Clear Sky Sect, I would definitely take him as my disciple."

"This temper—it suits my taste perfectly!"

Tang Hao took a swig of low-quality liquor, his eyes filled with a hint of desolation.

He looked at his own son again.

Although he was excellent, he was always too calculating, relying too much on Hidden Weapon, lacking a bit of that bold and unconstrained heroic spirit.

"San..."

"Sometimes, fists are more useful than brains."

On Sea God Island, Bo Saixi stood quietly by the shore.

The sea breeze ruffled her red robes.

"To think such a figure has emerged on the mainland."

She whispered softly.

"That aura of iron and blood, even the waves of this ocean seem to want to avoid its edge."

"If he were to come and participate in the Sea God's Nine Trials..."

Bo Saixi did not continue.

But she knew in her heart.

If this Dai Mubai from the White World were to challenge Sea God Island, even the Sea God's Light would likely fail to suppress his proud spirit.

Above the Sky Screen, the image gradually faded.

That soul-stirring battle froze at the moment Dai Mubai shook off the blood and retracted his claws.

The third comparison ended.

People from both worlds were lost in their own thoughts.

Those in the Black World felt envy, jealousy, and the frustration of seeing their own "useless prince" fail to live up to expectations.

Those in the White World felt pride, glory, and infinite adoration for their Emperor.

Just then.

The Sky Screen vibrated once more.

Lines of golden characters slowly emerged.

[The third comparison has ended.]

[Winner: White World Dai Mubai.]

[Evaluation: A general of royal troops, Geng Metal Killing God.]

[Rewards are being calculated...]

Everyone's breathing became rapid.

The rewards from the previous two times were already astonishing enough.

This time, with such a glorious battle record and such a crushing victory.

What heaven-defying reward would the Sky Screen give?

[Reward calculation complete.]

[White World Dai Mubai receives the unique space-time reward--Domain of Eternal Life.]

[Note: Upon activating the domain, one gains infinite lifespan and eternal youth, immune to the erosion of time. Within the domain, allies' wounds heal instantly, withered wood springs to life, and vitality is bestowed upon all things.]

In the Black World.

There was an unprecedented uproar.

If the previous Million-Year Spirit Ring and Spirit Bone only made people feel that they were the pinnacle of power, a height mortals could hardly reach.

Then "eternal life" now completely shattered the cognitive boundaries of living beings.

That was the authority belonging only to gods.

In a corner of Star Luo Square.

The Dai Mubai who was holding a wine bottle with a decadent face did not even notice the bottle slipping from his hand.

With a crash, the bottle shattered, and the liquor splashed onto his pant legs.

He stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, his eyes bloodshot.

"Eternal life... eternal life?!"

Dai Mubai's voice sounded like a broken bellows.

He only felt a fire, a poisonous fire called jealousy, burning wildly in his internal organs, tearing his heart and lungs apart.

Why?

They were both Dai Mubai, yet the version of himself in that world not only possessed invincible power and supreme authority, but now even the god of death had to bow to him?

And himself, could he only wait in this dark corner, waiting for the years to slip away, waiting to turn into a handful of Kitsuchi, waiting to rot away in endless regret?

"Ah--!"

Dai Mubai let out a shrill howl.

Shrek Academy.

The teacup in Tang San's hand was subconsciously crushed into powder the moment the word "immortality" appeared.

Scalding tea flowed through his fingers, turning his skin red.

But he showed no reaction.

Those eyes, usually so steady, were now filled with intense greed and unwillingness.

What was he pursuing by cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?

Was it not to reach the pinnacle, to transcend the mortal realm?

Yet, even having lived two lifetimes, even possessing the unique skills of the Tang Sect, he dared not covet the word "immortality."

That was a forbidden realm that countless peerless powerhouses could not touch even after exhausting their entire lives.

"I refuse to accept this..."

A voice roared frantically in the depths of Tang San's heart.

This was unfair.

There was simply no logic to be found.

Beside him, Yu Xiaogang slumped limply in his chair, as if his soul had been drained from his body.

He had spent his entire life researching spirit soul theory, always trying to prove that there were no useless spirit souls.

But in the face of "immortality," so-called theories and so-called ranks were nothing but a joke.

As long as one lived, as long as there was enough time, even a pig could cultivate into a god, right?

"Even if you gave me half... no, one-tenth of that lifespan..."

Yu Xiaogang's withered fingers trembled, his eyes dull and lifeless.