Holy Fire God Butterfly

A beam of light shot into the sky, and within that blazing pillar, a colossal entity spread its wings!

It was a giant butterfly, one composed entirely of flowing, golden-red flames.

Its wingspan was enough to cover more than half of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Every strand of flame forming its body was incredibly dense, as if forged by the gods into a physical form, radiating the pressure of a sovereign and a terrifying heat capable of melting steel.

"Holy Fire God Butterfly!"

Opposite them, the Hell White Tiger, formed by the fusion of Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, let out a threatening roar.

Eight meters in length, its muscles were knotted, and baleful energy surged between its black and white stripes, filled with primal desires for slaughter and destruction.

Yet, in the face of the Holy Fire God Butterfly's might, the ferocity of the Hell White Tiger was suppressed to the point of stifling.

"ROAR--!"

Dai Huabin's will forcibly drove the Hell White Tiger. Its four limbs exerted sudden force, the ground cracked instantly, and its massive body turned into a black-and-white bolt of lightning, lunging straight at the divine butterfly in the air.

Facing this violent charge, the Holy Fire God Butterfly merely hovered calmly.

Its massive golden-red wings lifted slowly, and at the center point where they met, a fist-sized, highly condensed golden orb of light began to take shape.

The orb absorbed the butterfly's power at an astonishing speed, expanding rapidly.

One meter, two meters, three meters...

Finally, a massive golden fireball with a diameter exceeding five meters hovered before the butterfly, like a true miniature sun.

It did not erupt with blinding light; all energy was perfectly constrained within, radiating nothing but destructive power.

"Go."

A majestic voice rang out, indistinguishable as to whether it came from Ji Jing or Wang Dong.

That massive golden fireball shot forth with the force of Ten Thousand Jun!

Next, a scene unfolded that left the entire audience dumbstruck.

The charging Hell White Tiger didn't even manage to make contact with the golden fireball; when they were still over ten meters apart, the soul power composing its body began to evaporate violently under that terrifying pressure and heat!

It was like an ice cube tossed into a steel furnace; unable to even let out a scream, its massive body was forcibly disintegrated mid-charge, eventually collapsing entirely and dissipating into a sky full of black and white light spots.

Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu fell from the void, their eyes rolled back; they had been knocked unconscious by the shockwave.

And that golden fireball, having crushed the Hell White Tiger, lost none of its momentum, carrying the power to incinerate everything as it headed straight for the protective barrier outside the Soul Fighting Arena!

"Not good!"

In the Shrek Academy spectator stands, Xuan Zi's lazy expression vanished instantly, replaced by extreme solemnity.

His figure flickered, appearing out of thin air in the fireball's path.

Facing this world-destroying strike, Xuan Zi's eyes widened, and his soul power erupted without reservation.

He did not show the slightest contempt, immediately mobilizing his vast soul power as a Super Douluo to condense a giant soul power shield before him!

"BOOM--!!!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout all of Shrek City!

The golden fireball collided violently with the soul power shield, and a storm of violent energy swept wildly in all directions.

Xuan Zi let out a muffled groan; ripples like waves appeared on the shield he was maintaining with all his might!

Finally, the fireball's energy was exhausted, and it exploded, turning into a rain of fire across the sky.

High above, the massive Holy Fire God Butterfly's light faded, and Ji Jing steadily supported the pale-faced Wang Dong as they slowly descended to the ground.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Xuan Zi shook his slightly numb arms, suppressing the shock in his heart, and his booming voice resounded throughout the arena:

"The champion of this year's freshman assessment—Team Ji Jing!"

He took a deep look at Ji Jing and Wang Dong, and without further ado, he announced:

"The award ceremony will be held in three days."

As his words fell, he flickered and vanished from the scene.

Staff members immediately took the stage to place the unconscious Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu on stretchers for treatment, while a distraught Cui Yajie hurried to follow them.

The three members of Ji Jing's team left the arena calmly amidst the awe-filled gazes of all the students.

At the highest point of the spectator stands, Xuan Zi sat back down in his seat, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Just then, an elderly figure leaning on a cane appeared silently beside him.

Seeing the newcomer, Xuan Zi stood up immediately and bowed respectfully:

"Mu En."

The person who arrived was the pillar of Shrek Academy, the Limit Douluo Mu En.

Mu En nodded slightly, signaling him to sit, and then asked:

"Xuan Zi, are you alright? What exactly was going on with those two children's Martial Soul Fusion Skill? I sensed a very peculiar aura."

Xuan Zi replied with a grave expression:

"Before I blocked that strike, I could clearly feel that the attack contained an aura that transcended everything. My soul power felt like common iron facing a divine weapon; it was completely suppressed."

Mu En stroked his graying beard, his eyes deep and profound, and said only one word:

"God!"

Xuan Zi's eyes widened, and just as he was about to press for more, Mu En waved his hand to cut him off.

"I am only guessing; I do not know for certain," Mu En's voice was calm yet powerful, "but the status contained within it made even me feel suppressed. In this world, aside from things related to gods, nothing else could be above me and make me feel this way."

After speaking, Mu En's figure flickered and vanished into thin air.

To celebrate the victory, Ji Jing personally cooked that evening, preparing a sumptuous feast by the shores of Sea God Lake and inviting Beibei and Tang Ya to join the celebration.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Tang Ya and Beibei were full of praise for the three junior brothers' performance, especially that earth-shattering Martial Soul Fusion Skill, which filled them with confidence for the future of the Tang Sect.

After several rounds of drinks and food, Ji Jing set down his chopsticks and said to Huo Yuhao with a serious expression:

"Yuhao, there is something I want to remind you of."

"During this freshman assessment, although your spiritual detection played a decisive role, it was ultimately behind-the-scenes support. On the surface, your performance was not particularly prominent."

"I am worried that the Martial Soul Department might not directly grant you core disciple status."

Huo Yuhao was slightly taken aback, then nodded; he had already considered this himself.

Ji Jing continued:

"However, this is not necessarily a bad thing. Your Body Martial Soul has a unique advantage with Soul Tools, so I suggest you focus your efforts on the Soul Guidance Department."

"With your talent, becoming a core disciple in the Soul Guidance Department is a certainty. By developing along both paths, your future achievements will be no lower than any Power Attack System Battle Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, Beibei nodded in agreement:

"This is a great suggestion."

"If Yuhao becomes a core disciple in the Soul Guidance Department, the future development of our Tang Sect will be completely different. This is the best choice for you and for our Tang Sect."

A flash of realization crossed Huo Yuhao's eyes, and he nodded heavily:

"I understand, Senior Brother, Ji Jing. I will submit an application to the Soul Guidance Department!"