Holy Spirits, Legendary Existence!!

Gu Sheng slowly raised his right hand.

In that instant, the sky, which had grown dim as the golden light dispersed, suddenly lit up.

Gu Sheng whispered a low murmur, and then the power of the Holy Light in his hand erupted.

High in the air, countless types of violent energy began to take shape at high speed.

A massive crimson fireball appeared out of thin air, radiating intense, scorching heat.

Cyan wind blades whistled through the air, weaving into a net and emitting sharp, piercing sounds as they tore through the void.

Blue ice spikes, shimmering with a cold glint, refracted the sunlight into a blinding glare.

Brown earth cones, heavy as mountains, hovered in mid-air, carrying an immense sense of oppression.

And streaks of purple lightning rampaged through the void, constantly crackling with explosive sounds.

These elemental powers of different attributes intertwined above Gu Sheng, forming a massive Element Storm.

They swirled around the phantom of the Holy Spectrum Puni behind Gu Sheng, making him appear like a master who controlled all the elements in the world.

The phantom of the Holy Spectrum Puni stood proudly between heaven and earth; every flap of its eight golden wings stirred up vast tides of elements.

This terrifying display of power left the entire audience in Martial Soul City with their mouths agape in shock.

In the VIP seating area.

Qian Renxue stared at the youth in the arena without blinking.

Her hands involuntarily clutched the hem of her clothes, her fair fingers turning white from the force.

Is this your true power, Gu Sheng...

Her heart was filled with shock and pride.

On the high platform.

Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, positioning herself before the stone railing.

Her beautiful and arrogant face was now written with shock.

As a Titled Douluo, she could feel the terror of the Element Storm in the sky even more clearly.

That was not a random accumulation of soul power, but a mastery of elemental force that had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

This youth had actually achieved this level without any inheritance of a god's position.

The more than twenty thousand spectators present were plunged into a deathly silence.

No one dared to make a sound at this moment; even their breathing was subconsciously lightened.

In the face of such great power, human strength seemed so insignificant.

The seven members of Shrek Academy below found it difficult to even move a muscle.

If this Element Storm were to descend, they would undoubtedly die.

At the Shrek Academy resting area.

Flender watched the scene in the arena, his heart in his throat.

Any one of those fireballs, wind blades, or lightning bolts swirling in the air would be enough to take the lives of these children.

He could not stand by and watch these children he had raised with his own hands die on the competition field.

"Referee!"

"We forfeit!"

Flender stood up violently, using all his soul power to shout hysterically.

His voice echoed across the empty arena, carrying undisguised panic and anxiety.

Yu Xiaogang also stood up, trembling.

He looked at his prized disciple in the arena, who was already struggling to hold on, and shouted loudly:

"Tang San!"

"Forfeit!"

"Saving your life is what matters!"

Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and the others also shouted one after another, their faces full of worry.

Tang San, in the arena, naturally heard the voices of his teacher and the dean.

Forfeit?

These two words struck his mind like a thunderclap, making his ears ring.

He, Tang San, was a favored child of heaven, a once-in-a-millennium genius of the Tang Sect.

Since coming to this world, relying on his Twin Martial Souls and the secret techniques of the Tang Sect, he had encountered occasional setbacks, but when had he ever suffered such a humiliating defeat?

His dignity and his pride would not allow him to bow his head to a peer.

Images of the past in Holy Soul Village, the teachings of his father Tang Hao, and those powerful hidden weapons flashed through his mind.

"No..."

"I cannot lose..."

Tang San groaned in agony within his heart.

However, when he turned his head and saw his companions beside him, who had already lost the ability to fight, his body stiffened.

Dai Mubai's arms were charred black, Ma Hongjun's Martial Soul had gone silent, and Xiao Wu's body was convulsing from fear.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong could not even lift their heads.

If he were to persist out of selfish desire, they would all be torn to shreds by the terrifying Element Storm in the sky.

They were his companions, his friends who had shared life and death with him.

Tang San closed his eyes in pain.

The corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and the muscles on his face were somewhat distorted by extreme agony.

When he opened his eyes again, the struggle within them had turned into powerlessness.

"We..."

"Surrender."

He had used every last ounce of strength in his body to spit out those two words.

After saying this, Tang San seemed to lose all his spirit and vitality in an instant, his once-straight spine slumping forward.

Gu Sheng watched Tang San give up his resistance and responded indifferently.

"Nothing more than this."

"But, it is indeed a wise choice."

Gu Sheng lowered his raised right hand.

Following his movement, the manic Element Storm in the sky began to slowly subside.

The various colors of light gradually dissipated in the void, turning into pure soul power that returned to the heavens and earth.

The golden holy light that filled the sky also retracted completely at the same time.

The immense pressure that had shrouded the arena vanished without a trace in an instant.

The Shrek Seven Devils collapsed heavily onto the ground, gasping for air, their bodies soaked through with cold sweat.

In the Heaven Dou Empire royal seating area.

The exquisite celadon teacup in Emperor Xue Ye's hand remained suspended in mid-air.

The tea inside had already gone cold, but he did not notice it at all.

"This youth..."

"Just what kind of monster is he..."

Emperor Xue Ye stared blankly at Gu Sheng in the arena, muttering to himself.

For such a young soul master to be able to control so many types of ultimate elemental powers simultaneously completely defied the common logic of the soul master world.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect seating area.

Ning Fengzhi sat upright in his seat, yet his body was as stiff as a stone statue.

"Uncle Jian."

"Uncle Gu."

"What do you think... his Martial Soul actually is?"

Standing behind him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin already had his right hand resting on the hilt of his Seven Kill Sword.

Chen Xin's eyes were filled with gravity as he slowly exhaled.

"Fengzhi."

"The moment that golden light erupted just now, my Seven Kill Sword... was trembling."

"It was suppressed."

Hearing this, the corners of Ning Fengzhi's eyes twitched violently.

The Seven Kill Sword was a Martial Soul of such pride, one of the top-tier tool Martial Souls in the world.

To be able to make the Seven Kill Sword feel fear—to what extent must the rank of the opponent's Martial Soul be?

Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong also nodded, his expression incomparably solemn.

"That was a suppression of rank originating from the depths of the soul."

"That little fellow's Martial Soul... is definitely not an ordinary top-tier Martial Soul."

"I fear it is, as the legends say, a God-Level Martial Soul that transcends the limits of this continent."

God-Level Martial Soul.

These four words caused the three members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to fall into deep contemplation simultaneously.