Come Out, or Die

As his voice fell, a brilliant golden flame surged from the palm of his left hand; the radiance of the Bingwu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire even eclipsed the surrounding inferno.

In the palm of his right hand, a cluster of eerie, pale flames flickered, the chill of the Dingsi Nether Yin Spirit Fire causing the very air to congeal!

Purple, purple, purple, black!

Purple, purple, purple, black!

Two sets of identical soul ring configurations erupted from beneath his feet!

Immediately following, to the horror of all the men in black, those two distinct sets of eight soul rings began to merge...

In the end, they transformed into a single, pitch-black soul ring as deep as a black hole, hovering silently behind his back.

Ultimate light and ultimate darkness coexisted perfectly within him, sacred and sinister intertwined, causing his entire being to radiate an indescribable pressure that made souls tremble.

He rose slowly into the air, hovering at the center of the flame cage.

"Kill him!"

The Soul Ancestor, filled with shock and rage, launched the first attack.

Violent soul skills carved brilliant and lethal trajectories through the night sky, bombarding Ji Jing in the air like a meteor shower.

However, as these attacks neared within a few meters of his body, they were like snow meeting the sun—evaporated and incinerated by his invisible domain of high heat, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Now,"

Ji Jing looked down at the ants on the ground, his voice indifferent, "I shall judge your crimes!"

Such a massive disturbance had long since alerted all of Shrek City.

The sky-piercing flames were exceptionally conspicuous in the night, visible to nearly half the city's population.

Flying high in the sky, Wang Dong looked back to see the towering barrier of fire and the god-like, demon-like figure at its center, a thought suddenly surfacing in her mind:

Her worry for him just now was truly unnecessary...

At the same time, Beibei, Tang Ya, Huo Yuhao, Xiao Xiao, Jiang Nannan, and Xu Sanshi, who had just returned to the dormitory area, were also drawn by this earth-shattering scene, rushing out of the dormitory building in shock to gaze toward the source of the firelight.

Xu Sanshi's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, his voice trembling as he pointed at the blurred yet immensely powerful figure shrouded by the pitch-black soul ring:

"So... that day he fought me, he was actually holding back?!"

"Indeed..."

Beibei stood beside him, nodding stiffly, his eyes filled with shock.

High above in the distant firmament, three figures hovered quietly.

Mu En, the Sea God Pavilion Master with hair and beard as white as snow, had long been alerted by this battle.

Behind him were the Taotie Douluo Xuan Zi and the Martial God Douluo Xian Lin'er, who had also sensed the anomaly.

Xian Lin'er's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, locked firmly onto the Soul Ancestor below, as she said coldly:

"Black Tiger martial soul, the mutated martial soul of the Dai Family of the Duke of White Tiger. It's the Dai Family! To think they dare to run wild in our Shrek!"

Mu En's eyes were as calm as an ancient well as he spoke faintly:

"Whatever Ji Jing does in a moment, do not stop him. If anyone from the Dai Family comes to cause trouble afterward, the academy will block them for him."

"Why?"

Xian Lin'er was puzzled.

While the academy certainly protected its students, such blatant favoritism—even at the cost of a direct conflict with the Star Luo Empire's top ducal family—was illogical.

Xuan Zi knew the reason, but merely bowed slightly to Mu En and said:

"Yes, Mu Lao."

Seeing Xuan Zi act this way, Xian Lin'er could only suppress her curiosity for the time being and ask no further questions.

She also did not know why Mu Lao and Xuan Lao could remain so calm while a Soul Ancestor student was being besieged by a Soul Ancestor and a Soul King.

Inside the flame cage, the air twisted due to the extreme heat and intense cold, light and shadow interlacing behind Ji Jing, making the pitch-black soul ring appear even deeper, as if it could devour a person's soul.

The eight men in black on the ground had fallen into total panic.

All their attacks—whether assault, control, or long-range—were extinguished the moment they neared the terrifying, invisible force field around Ji Jing.

It was as if they were not facing a Soul Ancestor, but a true deity who controlled the laws of the elements.

"No... impossible! What kind of monster is this!"

The leading Soul Ancestor let out a roar of terror; his sixth soul skill, which he prided himself on, wailed and disintegrated inch by inch ten meters away from Ji Jing, dissipating into the air as raw soul power.

Ji Jing, suspended in the air, remained indifferent to their struggle and fear.

He slowly raised his hands.

The Bingwu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire burning in his left palm surged violently, transforming into a dazzling, brilliant miniature sun that illuminated the entire night sky brighter than the day.

The cluster of Dingsi Nether Yin Spirit Fire flickering on his right palm expanded, condensing into a pale energy sphere that radiated deathly silence and frigid cold; wherever it passed, even light itself was frozen.

One light and one dark, one life and one death—two diametrically opposed, extreme powers were, at this moment, perfectly harnessed between his palms.

"Forbidden, Thousand, Myriad, Great Blazing Sun Cone!"

"Forbidden, Thousand, Myriad, Great Nether Flame Ice!"

In an instant, the sun in his left hand contracted, transforming into a giant light cone dozens of meters long, composed entirely of intensely refined golden holy fire.

The pale energy sphere in his right hand erupted, turning into a pale, frigid current that swept across the heavens and earth.

Two distinct energies of Destruction were poised and ready, suspended in the air, held back but not released; the terrifying pressure made the eight assassins below tremble in terror, leaving them barely able to breathe.

Ji Jing looked down at these ants from his vantage point and uttered the final sound of judgment.

"Judgment."

The moment the words fell, the sacred golden light cone and the deathly pale frigid current descended from two directions, striking with an unstoppable, unavoidable force!

Under the intersection of these two extreme powers, space itself seemed to stagnate for a heartbeat.

Those eight men in black, including the Spirit Emperor, along with the martial spirits and spirit skills they had released, were annihilated in that instant, as if they had never existed at all.

When the light and darkness dissipated, only a massive circular mark remained on the ground, half glazed gold and half dark white.

As the flame barrier that imprisoned everything quietly extinguished, the evil power instantly dissipated, sweeping outward in all directions!

High up in the firmament, Mu En, Xuan Zi, and Xian Lin'er saw their expressions change drastically!

"This is... an Evil Spirit Master!"

Xian Lin'er exclaimed, her face turning deathly pale; she moved to strike almost by instinct.

As high-ranking members of Shrek Academy, their hatred and vigilance toward Evil Spirit Masters were etched into their very marrow!

"Wait!"

Xuan Zi pressed down on her, his shock no less than Xian Lin'er's, though his eyes held a trace of uncertainty.

Mu En's eyes, usually as calm as an ancient well, surged with monstrous waves as he stared fixedly at Ji Jing below.

As a Limit Douluo, his perception of aura far surpassed the other two.

Soon, all three realized the peculiarity of this aura.

Although this evil aura was terrifying, it was exceptionally pure!

It lacked the slightest impurity or chaos, unlike the auras of Evil Spirit Masters they knew, which were typically blended from negative emotions like resentment, cruelty, and slaughter.

This was fundamentally different from every Evil Spirit Master they had ever encountered.

Just as they were filled with doubt, Ji Jing, suspended in the air, showed no sign of restraining the holy fire and spirit fire burning on his body, while the deep, pitch-black great spirit ring behind him continued to rotate slowly.

He turned his head slowly, his gaze falling upon a deserted, dark corner within Shrek City.

His cold voice echoed clearly through the silent night sky.

"Come out, or die."

The night wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

No one answered, and no one appeared from that darkness, as if he were merely speaking to the air.