Tang San's Shock, Gu Sheng's Terrifying Strength!

The stone slabs in the center of the arena were shattered into pieces.

Tang San knelt on one knee amidst the ruins, his kneecaps bloodied by the sharp, jagged debris.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, his blood-stained hands pressed firmly against the ground.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the youth in black robes standing in the distance.

Gu Sheng stood quietly in the center of the arena.

A gentle breeze blew past, fluttering the hem of his black robes and lending him an air of effortless grace.

From start to finish, he had not turned his head to look at Tang San once, his gaze remaining fixed on the void.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the massive spectator stands erupted into a flurry of whispers.

"Is it over?"

"All seven of the Shrek team are down..."

"Is this the true captain of the Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation? He took down the entire champion team of the Heaven Dou Empire single-handedly!"

"He didn't even get his clothes dirty. He's too strong—he's a monster!"

"Martial Soul Hall! Champions!"

It was unclear who shouted first, but immediately after, the roar of the crowd swept across the arena like a tsunami.

Tens of thousands of spectators were chanting the same name, waiting for the final verdict to be announced.

The referee stood at the edge of the arena, holding a megaphone Soul Tool in his hand.

He glanced at the Shrek members lying unconscious across the ground, then looked at the proudly standing Gu Sheng.

Confirming that no one else had any combat capability left, the referee took a deep breath, preparing to raise his right arm to announce the final winner of the grand finals.

"Wait."

A weak, yet incredibly resilient voice emerged from the ruins.

The referee's movement froze in mid-air.

Tang San gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he pressed his hands into the ground.

Exerting the last of his strength, he wobbled as he pulled himself up from the ground.

Following his movement, sounds also echoed from the ruins in the distance.

Dai Mubai braced his thick arm against a shattered stone slab, letting out a suppressed groan of pain.

His White Tiger Vajra Transformation had already faded, and the agony of torn muscles left his forehead drenched in cold sweat, yet he still straightened his body.

Zhu Zhuqing stirred, slowly waking from her unconscious state.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her delicate frame swaying, but she bit her red lip and forced herself to stand through sheer willpower.

Ma Hongjun crawled out of a human-shaped crater.

His chubby face was covered in dust, and blood continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he gritted his teeth, and in his palm, the crimson Phoenix flames reignited like a candle in the wind; though weak, they burned with determination.

Xiao Wu lay in a pile of rubble in the distance, shaking her head gently.

Her unfocused eyes gradually regained their clarity.

She looked at the upright back before her, her eyes reddening, and enduring the excruciating pain of feeling as if her bones were falling apart, she shifted her body bit by bit until she stood up.

Further away, Oscar and Ning Rongrong supported each other.

The two support-type Soul Masters had been severely injured in the previous collision, but at this moment, they gripped each other's arms tightly, supporting one another as they stood firm despite their trembling.

Seven people.

The Shrek Seven Devils, in a desperate situation where they were nearly wiped out, had all stood back up.

The cheers in the stands were instantly choked off. The entire audience stared with wide eyes at this incredible scene.

Ning Rongrong pushed away Oscar's support and thrust her hands high above her head.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda!"

Her crisp voice rang out across the arena.

Radiance erupted from her body without reservation.

She poured every last bit of her remaining soul power—even overdrawing her own vitality—into the effort.

The phantom of the Glazed Pagoda spun frantically in mid-air, casting a brilliant, multicolored light over the ruined arena.

Oscar rubbed his hands together rapidly.

Recovery Sausages and Excitement Pink Sausages were produced one after another; without a single pause, he shoved these sausages into the hands of every teammate who passed by.

Dai Mubai took a sausage, swallowed it in one gulp, and strode behind Tang San.

Zhu Zhuqing followed, taking her place behind Dai Mubai.

Ma Hongjun and Xiao Wu lined up in turn.

Seven people stood in a straight line across the dilapidated arena.

Ning Rongrong and Oscar stood at the very back of the formation.

The two exchanged a glance, and all the soul power within their bodies surged forth like a bursting dam.

The soul power flowed along the formation, first pouring into the body of Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing shuddered as the phantom of the Hell Spirit Cat flickered and vanished; she channeled this energy, along with her own soul power, into Xiao Wu standing in front of her.

Xiao Wu pressed her palms against Ma Hongjun's back, and a brilliant pink light erupted.

Ma Hongjun endured the agony of his meridians being stretched to the breaking point, pushing the scorching soul power into Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai let out a tiger's roar, the muscles in his arms bulging once more as he forcefully poured the massive energy gathered from behind him into Tang San at the very front.

Six streams of soul power, given without reservation, converged upon Tang San alone at this moment.

Tang San's previously withered aura underwent a terrifying explosion in an instant.

A gale swept outward with him at its center.

Level sixty!

Level sixty-five!

Level seventy!

The immense pressure brought about by this cross-level elevation caused the surrounding space to distort violently.

Tang San suddenly raised his right hand.

A primitive-looking hammer appeared in his palm without warning.

It was no longer the pure black light of the past.

At this moment, the Clear Sky Hammer had become even more massive, with dark golden light patterns flowing and flickering across its surface.

Avatar of the Weapon Soul!

With the full-force infusion from his six teammates, Tang San bridged the chasm of levels, forcibly unleashing the Avatar of the Weapon Soul that only a seven-ring Soul Saint could master.

The aura surrounding Tang San had climbed to a terrifying peak.

Deep within his eyes, the light of the Purple Demon Eye swirled frantically, exuding a heart-stopping aura of slaughter.

He stared at Gu Sheng ahead, the killing intent in his eyes solidifying at this moment like two sharp swords piercing directly at his opponent.

"You insulted my master!"

Tang San took a step forward, and the stone floor instantly crumbled into powder.

"You bullied my sect-mates!"

He took another step, and the dark golden light on the Clear Sky Hammer grew even more dazzling.

"You harmed my beloved!"

As the third step landed, Tang San gripped the hammer handle tightly, his voice echoing across the entire arena, amplified by his soul power.

"Gu Sheng, you have brought the path of death upon yourself!"

These words reverberated above the arena, carrying an undisguised sense of judgment.

Hearing this, Gu Sheng finally moved.

He slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon the menacing Tang San.

Watching the other party's righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor, as if he occupied the moral high ground, Gu Sheng could no longer hold it in.

He suddenly began to laugh.

The laughter was soft, yet carried a thick sense of mockery.

"Great Philanthropist Tang, you truly are as pure as ice and as clean as jade."

Gu Sheng shook his head slightly, his tone filled with ridicule.

"Your master swindles people, looks down on commoners, and even insists on performing 'physical examinations' on commoner girls; I rebuke him a few times, and that's called insulting your master?"

"Your sect-mate Ma Hongjun relies on a bit of skill to force sales and purchases; I teach him a lesson, and that's called bullying your sect-mates?"

"As for your beloved..."

Gu Sheng raised his hand, pointed toward Xiao Wu in the distance, and his laughter grew even louder.