Holy Light Invincible!

Seven tyrannical waves of soul power ignited the entire arena.

The entire Martial Soul Hall team, all seven of them, held nothing back.

Xie Yue crossed his hands, and two blood-red blades resembling crescent moons erupted with blinding crimson light.

He transformed into a red afterimage, charging straight for Gu Sheng's face.

That was his self-created skill, carrying a sharp, tearing aura.

Hu Liena stood at the rear of the formation, the pink halo around her body growing dense.

Visible ripples of charm, like water undulating, locked onto Gu Sheng's sea of consciousness.

Yan let out an earth-shattering roar, his entire body covered in dark red magma.

His massive flaming fists carried terrifying heat, causing the surrounding air to distort and warp.

Sun Chuantao's giant ring-blade spun at high speed in the air, emitting piercing sonic booms.

Li Kai activated Martial Soul Possession, becoming like a berserk beast; he shattered the stone tiles beneath his feet as he charged recklessly.

Zhang Ping moved with agility, turning into an elusive shadow that circled toward the flank in silence.

Xu Yu remained at the very back, waving a brilliant golden scepter as rings of enhancement fell onto his teammates, while countless hidden weapons erupted from his sleeves.

The seven-person coordination was seamless, their attacks sealing off Gu Sheng from every direction.

The team instructor, standing outside the arena, closed his eyes in despair.

Against this level of concentrated fire, let alone a level 20 Soul Grand Master—

Even a defense-type Soul Emperor standing here would be blasted into smithereens in an instant.

It's over.

That was the only thought left in the instructor's mind.

However, what happened in the next second defied everyone's understanding.

Xie Yue's moon blades arrived first, the blades capable of slicing through refined steel slashing fiercely toward Gu Sheng's neck.

There was no spray of blood, nor the dull sound of blades piercing flesh.

The moon blades passed through Gu Sheng's body without the slightest resistance, as if slicing through a void of air.

Due to the excessive force, Xie Yue's arms, along with the blades and his entire body, passed straight through Gu Sheng's torso.

Xie Yue's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks in an instant.

How is this possible?

Before Xie Yue could steady himself, Yan's attack arrived.

That massive flaming fist slammed heavily into Gu Sheng's chest.

Still, there was no resistance at all.

Yan only felt his fist strike a vacuum, the immense momentum carrying his entire body forward.

His hulking frame passed through Gu Sheng, and he stumbled, nearly face-planting onto the ground.

Following closely behind was Hu Liena's charm wave.

The pink mental shock slammed into the center of Gu Sheng's brow without reservation.

Yet, Hu Liena's sensation was even more bizarre.

Her mental power clearly touched the target, yet it felt as if it had touched nothing at all.

The opponent's sea of consciousness was completely empty, unable to even stir a ripple.

Sun Chuantao's giant blade passed through.

Li Kai's charge missed.

Zhang Ping's claws shredded only an afterimage.

Xu Yu's hidden weapons passed through the phantom as if it were nothing, embedding themselves into the wall behind.

All hits landed.

All passed through.

All missed.

A scene of extreme, eerie strangeness unfolded on the arena.

The seven people's aggressive, lethal strike hadn't even damaged a corner of Gu Sheng's clothing.

Gu Sheng remained standing quietly in place.

From beginning to end, he hadn't raised his hand even once.

His posture was upright, his gaze indifferent.

"Are you finished?"

The calm voice echoed through the spacious training ground; it was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

Xie Yue spun around abruptly.

He stared at Gu Sheng's back, his eyes filled with shock and horror.

Yan steadied his footing and turned his head, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Continue."

Gu Sheng did not turn back, merely spitting out those two words with nonchalance.

These two words were like a resounding slap, striking the faces of the Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation hard.

Yan had the most volatile temper; how could he endure such disregard?

"Stop acting all mysterious here!"

Yan roared, the magma on his body erupting suddenly as he charged toward Gu Sheng once more like a wild bull.

This time, he squeezed every ounce of his soul power to the limit, the flames on his fists turning almost pure white.

Watching Yan charge toward him.

Gu Sheng finally made a move.

He turned around slowly and lifted his right hand gently.

His index finger curled slightly, pointing at the oncoming Yan.

At the tip of his finger, a glimmer of Aurora, pure to the extreme, lit up in an instant.

"BOOM—"

A seven-colored beam of light, as thick as a bowl, erupted suddenly from Gu Sheng's fingertip.

The speed of the beam was too fast, so fast that Yan did not even have time to react.

The Aurora struck Yan's chest without any flair.

That layer of armor, hard as iron, was like paper before the Aurora, disintegrating instantly.

Yan's massive body flew backward.

He traced a long arc through the air.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Yan slammed heavily into the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, kicking up a sky full of dust.

Gu Sheng did not even glance at Yan.

He turned slightly to the side and flicked his left hand outward casually.

Li Kai had just used Yan's cover to rush close, not even having time to release his soul skill.

Another burst of Aurora erupted from Gu Sheng's palm.

Li Kai was struck as if by lightning; his entire body flew away like a kite with a broken string, rolling over a dozen times on the ground before coming to a stop.

Just then, a breeze swept past behind Gu Sheng.

Relying on her high agility, Zhang Ping had quietly circled into Gu Sheng's blind spot.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes as sharp claw shadows tore straight toward the back of Gu Sheng's neck.

It was as if Gu Sheng had eyes in the back of his head.

He moved his feet slightly, his body shifting half a step to the side in a natural posture.

Zhang Ping's sharp claws grazed past Gu Sheng's skin.

Just as Zhang Ping's old force had spent itself and her new force had yet to arise.

The Aurora erupted at close range around Gu Sheng.

The terrifying impact force slammed into Zhang Ping's chest without reservation.

She flew backward, like a cannonball fired from its chamber.

"BANG!"

Zhang Ping crashed hard into a thick stone pillar at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena.

The surface of the hard stone pillar was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Zhang Ping slid down the pillar to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she fell unconscious.

A harsh whistling sound of air being torn apart approached.

Sun Chuantao's giant ring blade left his hand again, flying toward Gu Sheng with fierce killing intent and spinning wildly.

Gu Sheng's expression remained calm; he neither dodged nor retreated.

He reached out his right hand, grabbing toward the high-speed rotating blade.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Sun Chuantao's eyes.

But the next instant, his expression froze.

Gu Sheng's hand firmly grasped the edge of the giant ring blade, the high-speed rotating edge stopping instantly without even breaking Gu Sheng's skin.

Brilliant Aurora flowed along Gu Sheng's palm, instantly pouring into the giant blade.

In the distance, Sun Chuantao felt an irresistible, scorching sensation surging back through his soul power connection.

His hands felt excruciating pain, and he could no longer hold onto that invisible link.

The giant blade slipped from his control.