Suddenly.
"Roar—!"
A terrifying roar burst from Lin Yuan without warning.
It sounded nothing like anything a human could produce.
The roar brimmed with boundless savagery and ferocity, as if an unparalleled beast from ancient times had crossed the ages to reach them.
The immense sound wave swept through the entire hall.
Every guest present, whether Sword Douluo Chen Xin or Yu Luomian, turned deathly pale.
Their eardrums throbbed with pain, and an uncontrollable chill rose in their hearts.
The next moment.
A pitch-black force surged from Lin Yuan like an erupting volcano.
The instant it appeared, it became a gigantic black hole.
The golden radiance of the Angel that Qian Xunji had unleashed poured down from above.
It failed to withstand this black force for even a single breath.
In an instant, it was devoured completely.
Not a trace remained.
The entire main hall of Spirit Hall began to shake violently.
Fine cracks spread across the massive stone pillars, and dust sifted down from the ceiling.
"How is this possible..."
On the dais, Qian Xunji's face changed drastically.
He felt as if his Angel Divine Power had encountered a ravenous primordial beast, which was now tearing at it and devouring it with wild abandon.
Qian Xunji was utterly horrified.
He clenched his teeth, veins bulging across his forehead, and desperately urged the Soul Power inside him.
He simply couldn't accept what was happening.
He was the mighty Pope of Spirit Hall, a powerhouse at the Titled Douluo level.
And the power he was using was the inherited Angel Divine Power.
Yet he couldn't suppress a six-year-old child?
How was this possible!
Qian Xunji poured out his power frantically, trying to turn the situation around.
Little did he know...
Before the Nine-Nether Ao Bloodline that had fully awakened within Lin Yuan, his vaunted Angel Divine Power...
Was like a firefly before the Bright Moon.
Not even worth mentioning.
As the hall shook violently, the space behind Lin Yuan began to warp on a massive scale.
Then, a colossal phantom, so vast it blotted out the sky, slowly took shape behind him.
It had a tremendously powerful body, covered from head to toe in black scales. Its thick limbs were like pillars holding up the heavens, crushing the air around it beneath their feet.
A strange vertical eye split open in the middle of the phantom's forehead.
There was not a trace of life in that eye. It radiated only an absolute desire to destroy everything in the world.
Following the gaze upward, there were no ordinary wolf ears atop the phantom's head. Instead, a pair of jagged, bone-piercing dragon horns crowned it.
The horns stabbed toward the sky, radiating an overbearing might that ruled over all.
Most terrifying of all was what grew from the phantom's back.
It had a full nine tails.
At the end of each tail was no ordinary beast's tail, but a colossal, hideous dragon head.
All nine dragon heads gaped wide, spewing thick streams of black vapor.
The vapor intertwined in the air, forming the purest force of Devour, which tore frantically at everything in the hall.
This was the Nine Nether Beast.
The foremost of the Ten Ancient Fierce Beasts.
Legend had it that such a beast disdained feeding on ordinary creatures. It preyed specifically on the mightiest true dragons in the world.
Its ferocity was peerless, its terror beyond measure.
Rumble!
The supposedly indestructible dome of Pope's Palace was torn apart like paper beneath the assault of the black vapor spewed by the nine dragon heads.
Massive chunks of stone and golden glazed tiles came crashing down from above, slamming into the floor with deafening booms.
At some point, dark clouds had gathered across the sky.
The black clouds pressed down like an advancing army, hanging low above Spirit City.
Violent thunder roared through the clouds, and one after another, terrifying purple bolts of lightning struck down.
"What is that?! Lightning, thunder?!"
"I can barely breathe! Does awakening a Martial Soul have to cause this much of a commotion?!"
The main hall descended into chaos.
Every Soul Master present, from the lofty Titled Douluos to ordinary attendants, felt a powerful sense of suffocation.
It was an absolute suppression that came from the deepest part of their bloodlines.
The Martial Souls within them all trembled uncontrollably, like commoners before a king. Not one of them could muster the slightest thought of resistance.
In the VIP seats.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's expression changed. He sprang to his feet.
He raised a hand, and his Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword, appeared before him of its own accord.
This sword, usually so sharp and renowned as the strongest weapon in the world, was now trembling nonstop.
Its ringing was no longer clear and crisp as before. Instead, it let out one low whimper after another.
Chen Xin clenched his fists and stared at the phantom behind Lin Yuan, beads of sweat already gathering on his forehead.
Ning Rongrong had never seen anything like this apocalyptic scene.
Her little face went deathly pale, and she shrank back in fright.
She scrambled behind Chen Xin, clutching the hem of his white robe with both hands and burying her face in it. She didn't dare look at Lin Yuan again.
"What is that..."
Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan bore the brunt of it.
His Martial Soul was a top-tier dragon type.
Under the crushing pressure of the Nine Nether Beast's terrifying aura, which preyed specifically on true dragons, his legs went weak. He nearly slid off his chair and onto his knees.
He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as boundless terror filled his heart.
On the dais.
The gale whipped Bibi Dong's purple-and-gold robe, making it snap in the wind.
She stared at Lin Yuan. Her peerlessly beautiful face showed no fear at all. Instead, her eyes brimmed with irrepressible excitement and pride.
This was the child she had personally brought back from Slaughter City!
This was Bibi Dong's son!
He had actually awakened such an unfathomable, terrifying Martial Soul—one powerful enough to awe the entire continent!
"Good!"
Bibi Dong tightened her grip on her scepter, exhilaration coursing through her.
And right beside Lin Yuan...
Qian Xunji stood frozen in place, his face already ashen, the muscles twitching faintly.
He had planned everything with meticulous care, accounting for every detail.
He had intended to use the awakening ceremony to destroy Lin Yuan's foundation with Angel Divine Power, humiliating Bibi Dong in the process.
He wanted to crush her ever-growing arrogance.
Who could have expected such an accident?
The Angel Divine Power he had poured down had not suppressed Lin Yuan. Instead, it had become nourishment that activated his terrifying bloodline.
Qian Xunji gritted his teeth, his eyes full of fury and unwillingness.
He had picked up a boulder and dropped it squarely on his own foot. In front of the continent's top powers, he had thoroughly disgraced himself as Pope.
Just as Qian Xunji tried to draw back the divine power that remained and use the chance to hide his embarrassment...
The sky changed again.
Boom!
At the center of the churning clouds above the dome, an outside force suddenly tore the clouds open.
A vast spatial rift stretched across the sky, its depths unfathomable.
The next instant, a massive pillar of pitch-black light poured down from the rift.
It was the divine might of a god, truly transcendent above all living beings.
The power of the God King of Destruction!
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