The God King of Destruction's Favor!

Suddenly.

"ROAR--!"

An incredibly terrifying roar erupted from within Lin Yuan without the slightest warning.

The sound was completely unlike anything a human could produce.

Intertwined within that roar was endless violence and ferocity, as if a peerless beast from the ancient era had crossed through time and space.

The massive sound wave swept across the entire venue in an instant.

Every guest present, whether it was Sword Douluo Chen Xin or Yu Luomian, saw their expressions change drastically.

They felt their eardrums ache, and an uncontrollable chill rose from the depths of their hearts.

The next moment.

A force as black as ink surged out from Lin Yuan's body like a volcanic eruption.

The moment this black power appeared, it transformed into a massive black hole.

The sky-filling Angel Divine Power poured down by Qian Xunji.

It could not even withstand a single breath in the face of this black power.

It was completely swallowed in an instant.

Not even a single scrap remained.

The entire Pope's Palace began to shake violently at this moment.

Fine cracks began to appear on the massive stone pillars, and dust from the ceiling fell in thick flurries.

"How is this possible..."

On the high platform, Qian Xunji's expression changed drastically.

He felt as if his Angel Divine Power had encountered a starving primordial beast, and it was being frantically torn apart and devoured.

Qian Xunji was filled with horror.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and pushed his soul power to the limit.

He simply could not accept this fact.

He was the dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, a powerhouse at the Title Douluo level.

He was even wielding the inherited Angel Divine Power.

How could he fail to suppress a mere six-year-old child?

This was impossible!

Qian Xunji frantically poured out his power, trying to salvage the situation.

Little did he know.

His Angel Divine Power, which he took such pride in, was nothing more than a fire fly compared to the bright moon when faced with the fully awakened Nine Nether Beast bloodline within Lin Yuan.

It was not even worth mentioning.

As the palace shook violently, the space behind Lin Yuan began to distort over a large area.

Following that, a phantom so massive it seemed to shroud the heavens slowly took shape behind him.

It was an incredibly fierce body, covered from head to toe in black scales, with four limbs as thick as pillars of heaven, crushing the surrounding air beneath them.

In the center of the phantom's forehead, a strange vertical eye split open.

There was not a trace of life in that eye; it radiated only an absolute desire to destroy everything in this world.

Looking upward, the top of the phantom's head did not bear ordinary wolf ears, but rather a pair of jagged, bone-chilling true dragon horns.

The dragon horns pierced the firmament, carrying a domineering pressure that commanded the world.

And the most terrifying part was behind this phantom.

There were actually nine tails growing there.

The end of each tail was not a common beast tail, but rather a massive, hideous dragon head.

The nine dragon heads opened their blood-red maws in unison, constantly exhaling an incredibly dense black current.

Those currents intertwined in the air, transforming into a devouring force of extreme purity, frantically tearing at everything within the palace.

This was the Nine Nether Beast.

The leader of the Ten Ancient Fierce Beasts.

Legend had it that such a beast did not even deign to consume ordinary things; it fed exclusively on the most powerful true dragons in the world.

Its ferocity was peerless, and it was utterly terrifying.

Rumble!

The indestructible dome of the Pope's Palace was torn apart like paper under the impact of the black currents spewed by the nine dragon heads.

Massive boulders mixed with golden glazed tiles plummeted from high above, crashing into the ground with a deafening roar.

Above the sky, rolling dark clouds had gathered at some unknown moment.

The pitch-black clouds pressed down upon Martial Soul City like an invading army, suffocating the city beneath them.

Violent thunder roared frantically within the clouds, continuously striking down terrifying bolts of purple lightning.

"What is that?! Lightning, thunder?!"

"I can't breathe! Does awakening a Martial Soul really require such a massive spectacle?!"

Inside the great hall, chaos had erupted.

Every Spirit Master present, whether they were high-and-mighty Titled Douluo or ordinary deacons, felt a powerful sense of suffocation at this moment.

It was an absolute suppression originating from the deepest depths of their bloodlines.

The Martial Souls within their bodies were trembling uncontrollably, like commoners meeting their monarch, unable to muster even a single thought of resistance.

In the VIP seating area.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly.

With a wave of his hand, his Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword, manifested before him of its own accord.

This Seven Kill Sword, usually sharp and peerless, known as the number one in offensive power under the heavens, was now vibrating incessantly.

The sound of the sword was no longer its usual clear, crisp ring, but rather a series of low, weak whimpers.

Chen Xin clenched his fists, staring fixedly at the phantom behind Lin Yuan, beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead.

Ning Rongrong had never seen such an apocalyptic scene.

Her face turned deathly pale with fright, and her soft body shrank back violently.

She scrambled to hide behind Chen Xin, clutching the hem of his white robes with her small hands and burying her head, not daring to look at Lin Yuan again.

"What is that..."

Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan bore the brunt of the pressure.

His Martial Soul was, by nature, a top-tier dragon type.

Under the oppressive, terrifying aura of the Nine Nether Beast—a creature that specifically fed on true dragons—Yu Luomian's legs went weak, and he nearly slid from his chair to kneel on the ground.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, as endless fear welled up in his heart.

On the high platform.

The gale whipped Bibi Dong's purple-gold robes, making them snap loudly.

She stared fixedly at Lin Yuan before her, her beautiful face devoid of any fear; instead, her eyes were filled with irrepressible excitement and pride.

This was the child she had personally brought back from Slaughter City!

This was the son of Bibi Dong!

He had actually awakened such an inconceivable, terrifying Martial Soul capable of shaking the entire continent!

"Good!"

Bibi Dong tightened her grip on her scepter, feeling an extreme sense of gratification.

And in the place closest to Lin Yuan.

Qian Xunji stood frozen, his complexion ashen, the muscles in his face twitching slightly.

He had meticulously planned everything, calculating every detail.

He had intended to use this awakening ceremony to employ the Angel Divine Power to destroy Lin Yuan's foundation and humiliate Bibi Dong severely.

He wanted to suppress her increasingly arrogant spirit.

Who could have foreseen such an accident?

The Angel Divine Power he had poured down had not only failed to suppress the boy, but had instead become the nourishment that activated his terrifying bloodline.

Qian Xunji gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.

He had completely lifted a rock only to drop it on his own feet, losing all face as the Pope in front of the top powers of the entire continent.

Just as Qian Xunji attempted to withdraw his remaining divine power to mask his embarrassment, another change occurred in the sky.

BOOM!

The center of the rolling dark clouds above the dome was suddenly torn apart by an external force.

A massive spatial rift stretched across the horizon, bottomless and deep.

In the next instant, a colossal pillar of ink-black light poured down from the rift.

That was the true, supreme power of a deity, standing above all living beings.

The power of the God King of Destruction!