"Ahhh—!"
Na Nali clutched her severed arm and staggered backward.
Her doll-like, delicate face had completely twisted into something hideous and inhuman.
Blood gushed from the stump.
It splattered across her Lolita-style skirt and over-the-knee white stockings.
The scream made the entire stadium audience's scalps tingle and their eardrums ache.
No one had reacted in time.
A second ago, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult, a rank-98 Super Douluo, had still been smiling as she said she wanted to "play" with Gu Yue.
The next second, her arm had flown off.
No one had even seen the afterimage.
The entire venue fell deathly silent.
Then, an aura erupted without the slightest restraint.
Savage, ancient, vast, noble.
Like a tide surging from the depths of primordial antiquity, it swept through every corner of the stadium in an instant.
Every Soul Master felt their martial soul tremble instinctively.
Even the circulation of Soul Power within their bodies slowed.
"A Soul Beast taking human form..."
No one knew who had whispered those four words first.
Then, amid the terror filling the venue, something even more primal emerged.
Greed.
"A hundred thousand years... It's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"
"My god, that aura is definitely beyond a hundred thousand years!"
"What exactly is she?"
The crowd that had been crying, screaming, and fleeing from the Holy Spirit Cult's attack unexpectedly quieted considerably at that moment.
Countless gazes passed over the pools of blood and corpses, locking precisely onto Gu Yue.
The realization that she was a "Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form" drove people even madder than the Holy Spirit Cult's siege.
In this era, when Soul Beasts stood on the brink of extinction, what did a living Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with such a pure aura represent?
A walking asset