Gu Sheng Versus Seven! Shrek Seven Devils!

Gu Sheng did not even glance at him, continuing to walk forward.

Zhu Zhuqing emerged silently from the shadows behind Gu Sheng.

Her sharp Hell Spirit Cat claws, carrying a chilling gleam, tore straight toward the back of Gu Sheng's neck.

Passed through.

The sharp claws sliced through nothingness without the slightest resistance.

Ma Hongjun's wings vibrated, and Phoenix Flame bombarded from the front like a pillar of fire.

Passed through.

The scorching stream of fire instantly passed through his body, searing the air behind him.

Xiao Wu relied on her agile footwork to close in, her slender legs wrapping fiercely around Gu Sheng's neck as she unleashed her Waist Bow.

Passed through.

Everything passed through.

The seven members of Shrek, seven full rounds of storm-like attacks.

Not only did they fail to harm Gu Sheng in the slightest, they didn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

In the stands, over twenty thousand spectators stood up in shock at this moment.

Countless people had their mouths agape, yet could not utter a sound.

Gu Sheng walked to the very center of the arena and stood firmly.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the Shrek group.

"Are you finished?"

Gu Sheng asked.

The next instant, his figure moved without warning.

Only a slowly dissipating afterimage remained in his place.

The first one, Dai Mubai.

Gu Sheng appeared before Dai Mubai like a ghost.

He raised his right arm and threw a punch.

It was a simple, unadorned straight punch, without any superfluous flair.

Dai Mubai's pupils constricted, and he instinctively raised his thick arms to block.

The moment fist met arm.

A streak of Aurora, brilliant to the extreme, instantly coated Gu Sheng's fist.

Violent energy exploded across Dai Mubai's arms.

The sound of cracking bones was clearly audible.

Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth and launched another fatal sneak attack from behind.

Gu Sheng didn't even turn his head.

His body shifted to the side by a tiny margin, easily avoiding the sharp claws.

Immediately following, his right leg whipped out like a long lash.

He kicked Zhu Zhuqing solidly in her slender waist.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a cry of pain, Zhu Zhuqing flew horizontally, slamming heavily into the ground in the distance.

Gu Sheng flashed again, arriving in front of Ma Hongjun.

Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, Ma Hongjun was clearly stunned for a moment.

But he reacted extremely quickly, the Phoenix Flame within his body erupting wildly once more, attempting a devastating bombardment at point-blank range.

The violent flames gushed out.

However, these lethal flames passed through Gu Sheng's body once again.

The terrifying high temperature poured entirely onto the ground behind Gu Sheng, scorching the hard stone slabs into a charred mess.

Just as Ma Hongjun's old force had spent itself.

Gu Sheng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Ma Hongjun's chubby face.

An incomparably tyrannical force lifted the portly Ma Hongjun off the ground.

Then, Gu Sheng exerted force in his arm, slamming Ma Hongjun fiercely into the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground of the entire arena shook violently.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from Ma Hongjun as the center, sending gravel flying.

Ma Hongjun's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Gu Sheng did not pause for a second, his figure flickering as he arrived before Oscar.

Terrified out of his wits, Oscar scrambled backward in a desperate frenzy.

Clutching a sausage in his hand, his brain raced, frantically trying to determine which effect would allow him to deal with this monster that was impossible to touch.

But Gu Sheng gave him no time to think.

A heavy punch landed mercilessly on Oscar's chest.

Oscar let out a miserable shriek as his entire body was sent flying into the air.

His uncontrolled body slammed straight into Ning Rongrong behind him.

The two of them tumbled together like rolling gourds, crashing heavily to the ground.

Ning Rongrong let out a muffled groan; the phantom of the Glazed Tile Pagoda she was maintaining suffered a violent shock and dissipated into the air with a boom.

Xiao Wu was enraged, her pink Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul firing on all cylinders.

Taking advantage of her astonishing speed, she charged forward frantically.

Waist Bow, Eight-Stage Slam.

She unleashed a dazzling array of jujitsu techniques in rapid succession, attempting to force Gu Sheng back with a dense barrage of attacks.

Facing the sky full of leg shadows, Gu Sheng remained expressionless.

He seized the perfect moment and suddenly reached out a hand.

His palm clamped onto Xiao Wu's slender, fair ankle with pinpoint accuracy.

All of Xiao Wu's movements came to an abrupt halt in an instant.

She remained suspended in mid-air, looking down in shock at the hand that felt like an iron pincer, her mind going completely blank.

There was not a ripple of emotion in Gu Sheng's eyes.

He gripped Xiao Wu's ankle, swinging her as if she were a weightless ragdoll.

With a sudden burst of strength, he hoisted her high into the air.

Then, he slammed her fiercely into the ground on his left.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of the impact made one's scalp tingle as dust billowed into the air.

Immediately following, Gu Sheng swung his arm in a wide arc, smashing Xiao Wu from the left side toward the ground on the right.

"Bang!"

This sequence of movements was wide and sweeping.

Every slam carried a sense of destructive violence, yet under Gu Sheng's composed demeanor, it displayed a strange and powerful aesthetic beauty.

After a few frantic slams.

The stone floor was pitted with several deep craters.

Xiao Wu lost consciousness, lying limp amidst the ruins, no longer moving.

Seeing this, Tang San's eyes turned completely bloodshot.

A demonic crimson hue took over his pupils, and his soul power surged out of control.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Gu Sheng turned slowly, brushed the dust off his hands, and looked at the maddened Tang San with a flat gaze.

"Worry about yourself first."

Before the words had even faded, Gu Sheng had already crossed a distance of over ten meters, appearing right in front of Tang San.

Tang San's heart was filled with horror, and just as he was about to retreat.

Gu Sheng had already raised his right hand.

His index finger slightly curled, pointing forward.

A brilliant, dazzling seven-colored Aurora exploded into light at his fingertip.

The violent beam met no resistance, slamming fiercely into Tang San's chest.

Tang San was struck as if by lightning, spraying a large mouthful of blood.

He flew backward, scraping against the ground and carving a deep trench into the hard stone floor.

After sliding over ten meters, Tang San crashed heavily to the ground, unable to move again.

From the Shrek team holding a massive advantage to their total defeat.

The entire process had taken only a dozen breaths of time.

It happened so fast that no one had time to react.

The massive grand finals arena was now so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

In the Heaven Dou Empire royal seating area.

Emperor Xue Ye stood up abruptly, staring at the youth standing proudly in the center of the arena.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect seating area.

Ning Fengzhi braced his hands against the table and stood up straight, losing his composure.

At the highest point of the Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong gripped her scepter and slowly rose to her feet, her gaze deep as she watched everything unfold.

In the stands, over twenty thousand spectators stood up in unison like a surging tide.

Gu Sheng turned around.

Facing the entire arena, he slowly spread his arms.

He calmly accepted the awe-filled gazes of the tens of thousands present.