Champion!!! Puni!

High above on the platform of Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong stood silently before the railing.

Her luxurious papal robe draped over her near-perfect physique, outlining her full and exquisite curves in a deeply captivating manner.

Her straight, slender legs were partially visible beneath the hem of her skirt, exuding an air of mature nobility.

Yet, at this moment, there was not a hint of lethargy in her gaze.

She was staring unblinkingly at the youth standing proudly amidst the ruins of the arena.

A brilliant smile slowly bloomed across Bibi Dong's typically cold and haughty face.

This youth had not disappointed her.

A God-Level Martial Soul.

This was undoubtedly a God-Level Martial Soul.

"Your Holiness..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, standing by her side, wanted to say something.

Bibi Dong raised a hand slightly, cutting him off.

Her voice was extremely low, audible only to Yue Guan and Gui Mei nearby.

"This child."

"His potential is truly limitless."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed their heads respectfully, the shock in their eyes still refusing to fade.

In the arena, the referee, who had been stunned into a stupor, finally regained his senses.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in a panic and hurried to the center of the shattered battlefield.

He took a deep breath and raised his right hand high.

"The Grand Finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament!"

"The winner—"

"Martial Soul Hall Academy!"

As the referee's voice faded into the distance, Gu Sheng pushed open the heavy doors at the end of the corridor.

The backstage room was quite spacious, yet it felt somewhat crowded at this moment.

Ning Fengzhi stood in the most prominent position, dressed in simple, elegant white robes.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood to his left and right like two guardian deities, remaining silent behind him.

Chen Xin's right hand never strayed from the hilt of his Seven Kill Sword.

Gu Rong's gaze was like a dry well, locked firmly onto Gu Sheng.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his eyes scanning Gu Sheng from his shoulders down to his toes.

He nodded slightly, a look of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"A hero emerges from the youth."

"To possess such strength at such a young age is truly impressive."

Although Ning Fengzhi was smiling, there was an indelible trace of worry deep within his eyes.

Chen Xin remained silent, but as Gu Sheng drew closer, his eyelids twitched slightly.

At close range, the absolute suppression originating from the level of the martial soul was even clearer than it had been from outside the arena.

He could feel his own Seven Kill Sword emitting a series of dull, mournful cries.

This was a situation he had never encountered in all his years of fame.

Gu Rong stood behind, his withered hands rubbing together slightly.

This little fellow, the soul power fluctuations within his body are truly strange.

Gu Rong pondered to himself, the look of inquiry in his eyes deepening.

Behind them, the accompanying disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could no longer help but whisper to one another.

"That's him, the one who single-handedly beat Shrek into such a state."

"This is more than just powerful; he's practically a monster."

"With him around, no one will be able to shake Martial Soul Hall for the next hundred years."

Though the murmurs were quiet, they fell clearly into Gu Sheng's ears.

Gu Sheng's expression remained calm; he merely nodded slightly to Ning Fengzhi without saying a word.

In the rest area for the Heaven Dou Empire royalty, the atmosphere was stifling.

Emperor Xue Ye sat upright on his ornate wooden chair, his usually ruddy complexion now appearing somewhat ashen.

Shrek Academy represented the Heaven Dou Empire, yet in today's battle, they had been utterly decimated by Martial Soul Hall.

This made Emperor Xue Ye, who had always valued royal dignity, feel a burning sensation of shame across his face.

But he was, after all, a monarch seasoned by the battlefield; he took a deep breath and suppressed his displeasure.

He stood up and walked over to Gu Sheng.

Emperor Xue Ye's gaze was complex, filled with admiration, wariness, and a deep sense of helplessness.

"The Heaven Dou Empire welcomes young talents like you at any time."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the surrounding Heaven Dou Empire officials changed drastically.

The Emperor was actually extending an olive branch to Gu Sheng right in front of the people from Martial Soul Hall.

This was undoubtedly a provocation to the authority of Martial Soul Hall.

Yet, looking at Emperor Xue Ye's majestic profile, no one dared to speak out in opposition.

Emperor Xue Ye raised his hand and patted Gu Sheng's shoulder firmly.

"Prepare well for the upcoming award ceremony."

"Your future is limitless."

Having said this, Emperor Xue Ye turned around and strode away, surrounded by a crowd of guards.

Xue Qinghe, who had remained in place, stepped forward at this moment.

He wore the pale gold robe of the Heaven Dou royal crown prince, his face fixed with a standard, flawless, and polite smile.

"Congratulations, Captain Gu."

"That battle was truly magnificent."

Xue Qinghe extended his right hand.

Gu Sheng looked at his exquisitely disguised face, a smile that no one else could detect flickering in his eyes.

"Many thanks for the praise, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Gu Sheng also extended his hand and shook hands with Xue Qinghe.

In the instant their palms met.

Gu Sheng's index finger hooked slightly, quietly drawing a circle in the center of Xue Qinghe's warm palm.

The corner of Xue Qinghe's eye twitched unnaturally.

A flash of shame and panic instantly crossed his otherwise calm gaze.

But in front of outsiders, he had to maintain the composure of a crown prince.

Xue Qinghe pressed his lips together tightly, forcibly suppressing the laughter that was about to spill out.

He leaned his body slightly, and under the guise of brushing past, muttered in an extremely low voice in Gu Sheng's ear.

"You really know how to put on an act."

"Just now on the stage, did you feel extremely imposing?"

Gu Sheng stood where he was, his expression remaining as cold and professional as ever.

"Why does Your Highness say that?"

"I merely gave it my all."

Xue Qinghe let out a huff of annoyance.

He pulled his hand back, resuming the noble and refined appearance of the Heaven Dou crown prince.

"This Palace means that you fought well."

"I hope you can continue to have such good luck in the future."

The two men's gazes collided in the air.

Xue Qinghe winked playfully.

Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow imperceptibly and winked back.

Xue Qinghe turned around and led the remaining Heaven Dou royal officials out of the backstage area at a brisk pace.

The large doors were pushed open once again.

A strange, fragrant breeze drifted in.

Bibi Dong walked in first, holding the Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor Scepter that symbolized the power of the Pope.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei followed closely behind her, one on each side.

The expressions of the two Title Douluo were terrifyingly serious at this moment.

Yet, the corners of their eyes kept glancing toward Gu Sheng.

Bibi Dong came to a halt in front of Gu Sheng.

She was dressed in a magnificent papal gown today.

Beneath her slender neck, her full curves were tightly wrapped by the gown, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

A pair of beautiful legs encased in black silk stockings were straight and slender, appearing and disappearing within the slit of her skirt, filled with the allure of a mature woman.

Yet her temperament was so noble and sacred that it made one dare not harbor even a shred of blasphemous intent.