Unrivaled Means, Crushing Shrek!

As these words fell, the alarm bells in Tang San's heart rang out like a madman.

The sixth sense honed from years of walking the edge of life and death was screaming, urging him to flee this place of trouble immediately.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

Yet, his exhausted body simply could not move.

The soul power within him had run dry the moment that hammer fell; now, even moving a single finger had become a luxury.

Gu Sheng stopped in his tracks.

The youth in black slowly raised his right hand.

Pure golden Holy Spectrum Puni light gathered rapidly in his open palm, as if it were a physical substance.

The light swirled, transforming into a brilliant, dazzling sphere of light.

"As a return gift."

Gu Sheng looked ahead, his tone calm.

"I have decided to let you be the first to experience my new ability."

The moment his voice fell, the power of the Holy Spectrum Puni erupted in full force.

An indescribable, brilliant holy light centered on Gu Sheng, transforming into a massive golden pillar of light that connected heaven and earth.

The radiance shot straight into the firmament, piercing through the clouds above Martial Soul City.

The holy light swept wildly in all directions.

Wherever the light passed, the shattered flagstones and scorched earth were all plated with a layer of divine golden luster.

This power was devoid of impurities.

It was so pure that it inspired awe in the heart.

Within the golden halos expanding wave after wave, one could even faintly hear ethereal chanting.

The pillar of holy light contracted violently in the air.

Immediately following, a dull, thunderous roar echoed over Martial Soul City.

The golden pillar that reached from the heavens to the earth suddenly exploded at its peak, turning into countless dazzling golden specks of light.

The specks poured down like a torrential rain, instantly shrouding the entire ruined competition arena.

In this matchless radiance, the Shrek Seven Devils felt a weight as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down upon them.

Dai Mubai's body swayed violently.

His Evil-Eyed White Tiger martial soul was a top-tier assault-type beast martial soul, yet at this moment, the proud white tiger could not even condense a phantom image in the air; it merely cowered within his body, desperately avoiding the light outside.

Dai Mubai's arms were scorched black, the scars left behind from the previous violent collision.

Under the pressure of the immense might, his knees slammed heavily onto the hard, shattered flagstones.

Sharp stone fragments instantly tore through his trousers, embedding themselves deep into his flesh.

Warm blood flowed down his calves, soaking the ground.

He gritted his teeth, bracing his hands in front of him, attempting to force himself to stand.

But just as he lifted his knees half an inch off the ground, the invisible pressure descended once more, slamming him back into the rubble.

"Move!"

"Move, damn it!"

Dai Mubai screamed in his heart.

Yet his body refused to obey, leaving him to kneel there helplessly, letting his blood spread across the stones.

Ma Hongjun's situation was equally miserable.

His Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul was like a natural nemesis when faced with this extreme holy light.

Those purple flames he had once been so proud of were purified into nothingness in an instant.

His martial soul went completely silent, like a fledgling bird terrified by a storm, huddled in a corner and shivering.

Ma Hongjun stared blankly at his own trembling hands, his eyes filled with confusion.

"My fire..."

"How is this possible..."

He muttered under his breath, unable to accept the reality.

He was the Evil Fire Phoenix, the master of flames, yet now he could not even condense a single spark.

Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes slightly, her breathing becoming extremely rapid.

Her Hell Spirit Cat martial soul curled up in the corner of her soul space, not even daring to lift its head.

Under the shroud of this extreme light, her vision blurred into nothingness.

A sensation of suffocation gripped her neck, as if an invisible hand were squeezing the life out of her.

That feeling made her entire body run cold, leaving her unable to even muster the strength to resist.

Xiao Wu collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest with both hands.

Her body trembled violently; her once pretty face was now deathly pale, drained of every drop of color.

This extreme holy light possessed an incredibly high status, and its suppression of soul beast bloodlines far exceeded that of any ordinary human soul master.

She felt as though her very soul were shivering under the radiance of this light.

The fear emanating from the depths of her bones made it impossible for her to control her own body, leaving her limp on the ground.

Oscar lay sprawled on the ground.

The Recovery Sausages and Detox Sausages, condensed from soul power, lay scattered everywhere, rapidly dissipating under the illumination of the holy light.

He wanted to lift his head to catch a glimpse of the situation ahead, but the heavy pressure on his neck forced him to stare only at the dust before him.

"Damn it..."

"I can't mobilize even a shred of soul power..."

He struggled desperately, but it was all in vain.

Ning Rongrong was in an equally wretched state, lying amidst the rubble.

Her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda trembled incessantly within her meridians, its once brilliant, dazzling seven-colored divine light now so dim it was almost imperceptible.

She bit her lower lip hard, tears swirling in her eyes, yet she stubbornly held them back from falling.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had never suffered such humiliation.

At the very front, Tang San dug his hands into the gravel on the ground.

His ten fingertips were bleeding from the excessive force, buried deep into the crevices of the stones.

The Clear Sky Hammer martial soul within his body hummed incessantly.

It was not a sign of unyielding fighting spirit, but an instinctive shudder in the presence of a superior.

The number one tool martial soul under heaven had lost all its pride in this moment.

"Why..."

"Is he strong to this extent..."

Tang San's voice was hoarse, and dried blood still stained the corners of his mouth.

Steady footsteps echoed through the ruins.

Gu Sheng took a step forward, walking unhurriedly until he stood before Tang San.

His upper body was bare, his lean, muscular frame devoid of scars, appearing instead like flawless white jade under the reflection of the holy light.

Gu Sheng lowered his eyelids, looking down at the struggling Tang San at his feet with a calm expression.

"Tang San."

"Your martial soul seems to be afraid of me."

His voice was not loud, but in the silent arena, it sounded exceptionally clear.

Tang San did not answer, merely staring at Gu Sheng's boots with bloodshot eyes.

Gu Sheng slowly spread his hands, letting the golden holy light flow between his fingertips.

He scanned the Shrek members lying on the ground, his tone carrying a hint of casualness.

"You should still have other trump cards, right?"

"If not, then you truly have no chance left."

"How about you try that Seven-in-One Fusion Skill one more time?"

"I can wait right here for you to complete it."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the Shrek members turned even uglier.

Having endured that last strike, their soul power was already mostly exhausted; now that even standing had become a luxury, how could they possibly perform a fusion skill again?

Gu Sheng looked at their silent, unresponsive forms and shook his head lightly.

"It seems there are none left."

"Since that is the case, I shall send you all away from here."