Flame Demon Roar of Three Soul Rings, Something's Up

Three!

For Su Jiu, who had just ascended to the realm of a Limit Quasi-Demigod, the data models developed by A-Qi indicated that lighting up the first three soul rings of his Flame Demon Roar martial soul was already his absolute limit.

The physical enhancement Su Jiu gained from his rising cultivation realm was on an entirely different level than the growth rate of Flame Demon Roar.

In terms of growth patterns, the former was merely a steady, quadratic-style leap; while its speed was impressive and far beyond that of an ordinary person, it remained within reason.

The latter, however, surged with an exaggerated, exponential explosion. As his realm climbed, the gap widened rapidly, creating a chasm of difference!

Su Jiu curled his lips into a faint smile. His second set of Four-Word Battle Armor, Phantom Night Wanderer, shimmered with flowing light and instantly encased his entire body. His aura surged violently, climbing all the way until it pressed against the peak of the Quasi-God realm!

He slowly closed his left eye, leaving only his right eye open. Deep within his pupil, the reflection of the sniper scope's reticle shimmered like churning, liquid magma.

The blood-red crosshairs locked firmly onto the pitch-black "vacuum zone" in the center of the Golden Ancient Tree.

Deep within that "vacuum zone" lay what was most likely the dantian of Ah Yin, and the resting place of her divine core.

Ri Tian, I can't find you, but surely I can find your wife?

This shot will make your wife, Ah Yin, feel like she's flying!

As the first three orange-gold soul rings lit up in sequence, the demon skull at the muzzle of Flame Demon Roar suddenly awakened. Its dead, silent eyes ignited with scarlet blood-light, and the dark brown cracks along the barrel pulsed and expanded like a living creature. Accompanied by the "magma" within the weapon, wisps of suffocating volcanic ash spewed forth.

The surrounding temperature skyrocketed by dozens of degrees in an instant. Heat waves that distorted the vision appeared, and strands of ominous, forbidden aura began to diffuse. A heavy, overwhelming pressure poured down, causing hearts to tremble and breath to tighten...

"BOOM!!!"

Without the slightest warning, a low yet exceptionally thunderous gunshot exploded. It was as if a million-year lightning tribulation had detonated, or the vast firmament itself had collapsed and shattered. The terrifying sound of the shot tore through the lazy, peaceful afternoon nap of Shrek City.

The inhabitants of the city were jolted awake, their hearts shaken to the core. They assumed a massive invasion of Evil Soul Masters was underway, or that a high-level soul cannon shell had malfunctioned.

In their panic, they pushed open windows and poked their heads out, looking up at the sky in terror.

Beneath the clear, cloudless sky, an eye-searing crimson trajectory cut across the heavens, tearing through the canopy of clouds.

The trajectory erupted from the southeast corner of Shrek City, racing through the air for nearly fifty kilometers, pointing directly at Shrek Academy, which sat in the heart of the city!

What shook everyone to their very souls was the sight of a massive wound blasted into the trunk of the eternal Golden Ancient Tree.

A hollow, nearly thirty meters in diameter, charred black and running straight through the thick trunk, was exposed hideously before their eyes.

Massive amounts of blue-green sap gushed out from the scorched, ruined hole, bubbling and flowing, instantly staining the thick trunk into a scene of utter devastation.

This strike possessed power exceeding that of a Third-Class God!

Is this a dream?

That was the first thought that surfaced in the minds of the people of Shrek.

How could such an impossible event occur in Shrek City, the place touted as the safest in all of Douluo Planet, where no Evil Soul Master could ever appear, and where the world's top experts gathered?

This was the Golden Ancient Tree, which represented the spirit and glory of Shrek itself!

For such a thing to happen was tantamount to a desecration of the gods who had emerged from Shrek, such as the Sea God Tang San and the Emotion God Dai Yuhao; it was the ultimate humiliation of their supreme divine authority held for twenty thousand years!

Who on earth was it?!!!

Yet, the matter was far from over. Yun Ming, bearing the sky-shattering fury of the entire Shrek Academy, had arrived!

"Na'er, close your eyes. Don't look!"

Su Jiu transmitted his voice quietly. Na'er could clearly hear the hint of undisguisable anxiety hidden in his tone.

Na'er was worried for Su Jiu, but she understood that she must not drag him down or cause him extra trouble at this moment, so she obediently followed his instructions.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes submissively.

Before Su Jiu could even catch half a breath, a sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The recoil of those three soul rings was no joke!

He gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain as he forcibly reset his dislocated right arm, his gaze sweeping bitterly over his right chest.

The Four-Word Battle Armor there had just taken the brunt of the terrifying recoil for him, and it had now completely shattered and been destroyed.

Just as A-Qi had said earlier, if he had rashly lit up even one more soul ring, he would have either died on the spot or been on the verge of death.

Two broken ribs, his entire body's soul power shaken into chaos, his aura floating and unstable—it was a miracle he was still standing.

As for the approaching Yun Ming?

Lighting up a single soul ring was already giving him too much credit.

Su Jiu endured the agony racking his body and once again struggled to steady Flame Demon Roar. His heavy, ragged breathing echoed, and his five fingers strained to pull back the cold, rigid bolt.

The crimson reticle shifted slowly, no longer locking onto the incoming Yun Ming, but instead aiming at the blade of the Sky-Propping Spear in his hand.

"BOOM!!!"

The death knell from the depths of hell rang out across the world once more. Thirty-three kilometers away, a second crimson projectile tore through the sky.

The dazzling blood-colored trajectory spanned the firmament, the scarlet warhead racing through the air at a terrifying speed impossible for mortals to track, slamming into the tip of the Sky-Propping Spear that Yun Ming was thrusting forward!

"Bang—CRACK!"

The scarlet bullet and the brilliant spear-light collided with a roar. An extremely tyrannical force erupted, pushing forward with the momentum of a falling mountain, and it directly pierced through the Sky-Propping Spear in Yun Ming's hand!

Starting from the tip, the warhead carved a tunnel straight through the center of the entire spear body, all the way to the end.

The Sky-Propping Spear, which once shook the entire continent, had now turned into a Sky-Propping water pipe!

A violent recoil surged up the shaft of the spear. Yun Ming felt his entire arm go numb and tremble, his mind still in a state of bewilderment. Completely unaware that his martial soul had suffered heavy damage, his body continued to lunge forward out of sheer momentum.

In an instant, his internal organs churned violently. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out uncontrollably.

With his martial soul origin damaged, both his soul and physical body suffered a dual blow. Agonizing pain swept through his entire body. Yun Ming, high above the clouds, felt his vision suddenly go black. His soul power became chaotic and uncontrollable, making it impossible to maintain his flight, and he plummeted toward the ground like a crashing plane.

In the distance, a miserable smile appeared on Su Jiu's paper-white face. He could no longer hold onto the Flame Demon Roar, which clattered to the ground as it slipped from his grasp. Then, he spat out another mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he collapsed.

Na'er witnessed this scene with her own eyes. Her eyes widened, blood splattered before her, and her gaze was filled with panic and terror.

But the situation allowed for no hesitation. Na'er immediately connected the soul guidance communication to Leng Yaozhu. After informing her of the specific situation, she rushed to Su Jiu's side.

Without a moment's hesitation, she bit into her slender wrist. Silver Dragon Blood, rich with Creative Divine Power, dripped continuously from Na'er's fingers into Su Jiu's mouth.

"Brother Su, you're too foolish. How can you expect Na'er to watch you like this with a clear conscience..."

Sea God Street.

Watching the two crimson trails streak across the sky, Gu Yue, who had been busy eating and drinking, suddenly felt the food in her hand lose its flavor.

She knew this was Su Jiu's doing; he must have used that large sniper rifle again.

At the mere thought of that rifle, stars appeared in Gu Yue's eyes. She wanted one too!

One shot, one map-wide blast, sniping enemies from a thousand miles away—that thing was much more useful than the Silver Dragon Spear.

Su Jiu: You only care about how useful it is, yet you don't mention the life-threatening side effects at all...

"Hmph! Stupid old Su, only knowing how to accompany Na'er and take her out to play, never coming to keep me company. It's clear that I possess the majority of Gu Yuena..."

"Hm? A-Jiu? A-Jiu! Why have you gone offline?"

"Hm? Why did that cheap master of mine show up too?"

A Sky Phoenix, its entire body burning with raging flames, tore through the sky. Its wings spread wide, stirring up a scorching heatwave that filled the air. Following the location provided by Na'er, it sped toward the clock tower southeast of Shrek City.

Before long, Leng Yaozhu descended upon the scene. What met her eyes was a scene of utter devastation. Su Jiu lay unconscious on the ground, while Na'er, her face as pale as snow, was desperately feeding her own blood into his mouth.

"Little sister, stop at once!"

Hearing Leng Yaozhu's familiar voice, Na'er could no longer withstand the overwhelming exhaustion and collapsed as well.

Leng Yaozhu was quick to catch the falling Na'er. When she looked at Su Jiu again, she couldn't see a single wound on his body—not even a scratch or a bruise.

Except for his slightly pale complexion, he looked no different from a normal person. Could it be...

Leng Yaozhu instantly understood everything.

Sister Na'er, you are truly foolish...

She picked up the unconscious Su Jiu from the ground once more, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Very well, A-Jiu and I will treat Na'er well in the future, and I promise not to let Na'er suffer even the slightest grievance!