Tang San: Impossible! Holy Light Descends! Reversal!

Not far away, in the seating area of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi, a sect master who was always elegant and composed, held his breath, his gaze locked onto the deep crater in the center of the arena.

High above, on the towering platform of the Martial Soul Hall.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan frowned sharply, sensing an aura that felt wrong.

The dignified Title Douluo flickered, moving silently to the side of Bibi Dong.

"Your Eminence the Pope..."

"He..."

Yue Guan had only just begun.

Bibi Dong suddenly raised a hand.

That slender, fair palm swept horizontally through the air, cutting off the rest of Yue Guan's report.

Before the papal throne, Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes.

The ruler of the Martial Soul Hall took a deep breath, her chest rising slightly before she exhaled slowly.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no trace of emotional fluctuation in those deep, dark orbs.

Bibi Dong already knew the outcome.

With the vision and cultivation of a Title Douluo, how could she fail to see the true situation at the bottom of the crater?

But regardless of her inner thoughts, and no matter how much the unfolding events stirred her, the dignity of the Martial Soul Hall had to be maintained.

This was the bottom line for a Pope.

Bibi Dong gripped her scepter and rose from the chair that represented supreme power.

As the Pope stood, the whispers in the stands vanished instantly.

The entire arena fell into absolute silence.

Bibi Dong stared down at the arena, her voice steady, without the slightest tremor.

"I concede..."

She had only uttered one word.

Before she could finish, she stopped.

Her gaze on the high platform did not shift, remaining fixed on the center of the arena.

Something was moving.

It was not a physical object visible to the naked eye, but a profound and mysterious rhythmic pulse of energy.

The airflow in the air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, then forcibly dragged toward the center of the arena.

All fluctuations were flowing toward a single destination.

They were being drawn directly to the center of the deep crater where Gu Sheng lay.

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly at that moment.

Beside her, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's expression changed drastically; his already fair face was now devoid of all color.

The black mist swirling around Ghost Douluo Gui Mei churned violently.

This agility-type Title Douluo could not even control his own legs, forced to take a step back.

"Your Eminence the Pope..."

"Spirit power..."

"It is gathering."

There was a distinct tremor in Yue Guan's voice.

The few people on the high platform watched the sky above the arena, their eyes filled with shock.

The spirit power in the surrounding void seemed to lose all control, flowing frantically in the same direction.

First, a scorching aura of fire rose in the air, a heat so intense it could melt rock in an instant.

Then, a gentle and dense aura of water followed, transforming into specks of fluorescent light dancing in the air.

Violent winds tore at the space.

Heavy earth carried the stability of the ground.

Every attribute existing between heaven and earth had come alive at this moment.

All the elemental powers were frantically intertwining and entangling in mid-air.

At the bottom of the crater, Gu Sheng's body was lifted by this massive, invisible force.

Gu Sheng floated up, lying flat on his back.

Under the gaze of all, Gu Sheng rose into the air, hovering three feet off the ground.

The vortex of soul power surrounding him grew larger and larger.

The speed of its rotation accelerated rapidly.

A formidable tearing force swept the surrounding rubble into its center, grinding it into fine powder.

The massive vortex continued to expand, quickly covering half of the arena.

It was precisely at this moment.

Gu Sheng, who had been keeping his eyes tightly shut, opened them.

Within his eye sockets, no trace of pupils could be seen; they were entirely filled with a gold so pure it reached its limit.

It was as if an ancient beast, dormant for millions of years, had awakened at this moment, finally opening its eyes to survey the world.

That supreme, god-like majesty, which looked down upon all living beings, transformed into a tangible sense of oppression.

This aura possessed no violent aggression, yet it carried a sense of sanctity that made one want to kneel and worship.

Vast and boundless.

Golden light flowed incessantly within the depths of Gu Sheng's eyes.

High in the air, the airflow that had been supporting his body gradually subsided.

As the currents dissipated, Gu Sheng's body slowly descended.

His feet landed steadily upon the ruins of the stone floor.

Gu Sheng stood firm.

The destructive impact from moments ago had already shredded the black robe on his upper body.

The clothing hung in tatters around his waist.

Gu Sheng stood exposed, revealing a lean and sturdy physique.

The well-defined muscles shimmered with a crystalline luster under the sunlight, and not a single wound could be found upon them.

The youth in black slightly raised his head, his golden eyes looking calmly toward the Shrek Seven Devils, who were supporting one another.

The corners of his mouth curled upward, revealing a faint smile.

"You lot are quite arrogant."

His crisp voice echoed leisurely across the deathly silent arena.

Not far away, Tang San was bracing his hands against the cracked ground.

His arms, covered in dust and blood, were trembling uncontrollably.

With his entire body shivering violently, Tang San used every ounce of his strength to try and stand upright once more.

Hearing the voice, Tang San looked up, meeting those golden eyes.

His pupils constricted sharply, and his lips parted.

"No..."

"Impossible..."

Tang San rasped, his teeth biting through his lip until blood seeped out.

That had been the unreserved fusion of soul power from seven people, a true Martial Soul Avatar.

How could this monster before him be completely unscathed?

Gu Sheng paid no heed to Tang San's breakdown.

A blinding light suddenly erupted from his sturdy chest.

A clear fissure appeared across his chest, and brilliant, dazzling golden light surged out from the crack like a bursting dam.

Immediately following.

A figure of immense, towering majesty slowly condensed behind him.

The phantom of Holy Spectrum Puni stood proudly.

Eight massive golden wings of light unfurled behind the phantom with a boom.

Each wing of light appeared as if forged from solid gold, with ancient and profound light patterns flowing across their surfaces.

Every slow beat of the wings sent out visible golden ripples.

The entire arena was completely enveloped by this aura of ultimate Sanctity.

It was the holy light that purified all things, unreachable and inviolable.

All the chaotic soul power remaining in the surrounding air, and even the lingering killing intent of Tang San, were instantly washed away in the face of this holy light.

Tang San's mind went blank at this moment.

Faced with this absolute divine pressure, he could not even muster the thought of resistance.

Gu Sheng looked at the stunned Shrek group, the smile on his face deepening.

"Come to think of it—"

The golden light behind him grew increasingly brilliant as the voice rang out.

"I must thank you both."

Tang San stood frozen in place.

His pale face was etched with shock, utterly unable to comprehend what the person before him was saying.

Gu Sheng took a step forward.

"Thank you..."

"For helping me break the seal."