Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.
The training ground was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stood frozen in place.
On the Sky Screen, the black-robed young man named Ye Qingyu was drenched in blood, his white hair as snowy as frost.
He stood atop the Taiji Dao Diagram, with the slowly fading Kunpeng phantom behind him.
In his hand, he still held the arm that belonged to the True Immortal An Cangtian. His hair whipped wildly around him, making him look like a demon god descending upon the world.
A mortal body had slain an immortal!
A Supreme Realm cultivator had launched a reverse attack against a True Immortal!
The shock this scene dealt to Douluo Continent was even more violent than the earlier moment when God of Destruction had been killed in an instant.
"Gulp."
After a long while, Dai Mubai was the first to come back to himself. He couldn't help swallowing.
Watching the black-robed young man on the Sky Screen, covered in blood yet still standing firm as a mountain, Dai Mubai couldn't stop trembling:
"This... this is how they fight in that world?"
"They tear the firmament apart and shatter stars."
"And all because of a single word from his master, he was willing to destroy six thousand years of his Dao foundation!"
"Madmen. They're all madmen!"
Seeing this, Oscar's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked at Dai Mubai beside him and stammered:
"Boss Dai, is that Ye Qingyu really just a Mortal Body?"
"How could a Mortal Body be so strong? And how could he grow wings and fly so high?"
"If he's a Mortal Body, then what does that make us Soul Masters with Martial Souls—even top-tier Martial Souls? Cripples?"
This blow was a hundred, a thousand times heavier than seeing God of Destruction get snatched away in one hand!
Because Ye Qingyu had shown them with his actions that in that world, even the most ordinary mortal could defy the heavens and strike down immortals, trampling the so-called immortals and gods beneath his feet, so long as he was willing to risk his life and possessed tremendous willpower!
In the crowd, Tang San's expression shifted between light and dark.
He stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, taking no part in the discussion. He only muttered to himself over and over:
"Cultivated his sword for six thousand years, all for a single outburst..."
"Such a method of cultivation and such resolve are utterly unheard of!"
At the thought, Tang San couldn't help taking a deep breath. He secretly compared himself to Ye Qingyu:
"If it were me, for one word from my teacher, for that so-called theory, would I go that far?"
Then his gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped on the ground nearby, his face blank with shock. A cold curve tugged at Tang San's lips.
"Hah. Absolutely not!"
"If I had to ruin my future for this useless teacher, I wouldn't just refuse—I'd unhesitatingly reward him with a Pear Blossom Needle in Rainstorm, then use Yama's Invitation to melt his bones!"
"The strong respect only the strong!"
"Someone like Ye Qingyu is a true seed of the Dao. And that Immortal Lord of the Primordial Immortal Court is the only one worthy of being called a master!"
At the thought, Tang San's longing to travel to Perfect World had reached its peak.
Though Tang San cursed Ye Qingyu as a fool in his heart, his trembling fingers betrayed the jealousy within him.
He envied Ye Qingyu's resolve. More than that, he envied that the so-called Immortal Lord could teach such a devoted disciple!
"Even a Mortal Body can slay an immortal..."
Beneath the Sky Screen, Tang San stared fixedly at Ye Qingyu, his mind replaying the terrifying techniques of Yin Yang Chaos and Kunpeng battling a dragon.
"That power is so perfect, so domineering!"
"By comparison, my Hidden Weapons and the Twin Martial Souls I'm so proud of must seem pitifully insignificant."
"And besides..."
Suddenly, Tang San seemed to think of something. He took a deep breath, his expression shifting several times:
"Ye Qingyu, who can tear a True Immortal apart, is only the Tenth Sequence?"
"Tenth?!"
"Then what manner of splendor must the nine senior brothers and sisters ranked above him possess? Have they all become immortals?!"
"And the Immortal Lord who taught these ten monsters..."
At the thought, Tang San felt his scalp go numb. He turned to glance at Honey Badger, who had long since been scared witless, then muttered disdainfully to himself:
"No. Yu Xiaogang, this useless man, doesn't deserve to be my teacher."
"Primordial Immortal Court. Immortal Lord, is it?"
"Then let me become your Eleventh Sequence!"
Star Dou Great Forest, Core Circle.
Beside Life Lake.
After the Immortal King's Hand, wreathed in Chaos Qi, reached out from the Sky Screen, Beast God Di Tian could no longer maintain the dignity he had been forcing himself to uphold.
"Thud!"
The eighty-thousand-year-old Fierce Beast Overlord dropped heavily to both knees, smashing two deep pits into the ground.
He didn't want to kneel. But for some reason, the moment that enormous hand appeared, the Dragon Blood within him began to tremble violently, forcing him down on the spot.
"So powerful..."
At that moment, Di Tian was trembling all over, his golden eyes filled with terror:
"And that True Immortal named An Cangtian—just one drop of blood flowing through him would be enough to suppress me!"
"But Ye Qingyu used a mortal body to launch a reverse attack against an immortal and tore him apart!"
"Even if the Dragon God came back to life, I'm afraid he couldn't do that!"
Before Di Tian, Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena was hardly faring any better.
Her peerless face was as pale as paper. The terrifying Chaos Giant Hand that blotted out the sun and sky was reflected in her violet eyes, and her delicate body trembled beyond her control.
"Have I still underestimated the power of this High-Dimensional World..." Gu Yuena gazed at the terrifying sight blotting out the sky on the Sky Screen, her face filled with despair.
As one of the Dragon God's Clones, she possessed the Dragon God's wisdom and perspective. Naturally, she saw more clearly than anyone else.
"The laws of that world are terrifying."
"The power spilling out while Ye Qingyu and An Cangtian fought would probably be enough to level all of Douluo Continent."
"And as for that enormous hand that reached out at the end..."
As she spoke, Gu Yuena stared fixedly at the Chaos Giant Hand that had reached out from the Primordial Immortal Court. It ignored space and time, shooting straight toward the Immortal King of the Foreign Realm.
"If that palm falls, what would become of the Divine Realm, the Dragon God, or the Douluo Plane...?"
"They'd all turn to dust in an instant, without a scrap left!"
"Pass down the order."
"From this day on, if anyone is chosen, they are to treat people from the Primordial Immortal Court as they would a true god!"
"Because this is the only way our Soul Beast Clan can survive!"
Sea God Island, Sea God Hall.
Bo Saixi stood at the highest point of the hall, her hand wrapped around her scepter as the sea breeze billowed through her noble robes.
In the past, standing here made her the embodiment of the sea, an invincible being.
But today, the Sea God Douluo felt like a lone boat tossed about on a raging sea, liable to capsize at any moment.
"Lord Sea God..."
Bo Saixi looked up at the enormous statue of the Sea God in the hall. For the first time, there was a trace of confusion and doubt in her eyes.
On the Sky Screen, the golden hand that had reached out from the Foreign Realm had shattered that crimson land and sent stars crashing down with nothing more than the power spilling from it.
That was truly Star Plucking and Moon Grasping, the power to Destroy Heaven and Earth.
"You once told me that gods were omnipotent, masters of all living beings."
"But now even God King of Destruction has lost—and lost so completely."
"And Ye Qingyu is merely a mortal, yet he can unleash such earth-shaking power. Is that what they call an immortal in that world?"
Bo Saixi murmured to herself. The fingers wrapped around her scepter gradually turned white from gripping it too tightly:
"He cultivated his sword for six thousand years, all for a single battle."
"How many Soul Masters on Douluo Continent possess such conviction, such a Dao Heart?"
"We rely too much on our Martial Souls. We rely too much on our Soul Rings."
"Once we lose these external aids, we're as weak as tigers with their teeth pulled."
"But they..."
Bo Saixi drew a deep breath, her gaze falling on the two terrifying giant hands on the Sky Screen.
Even across the endless reaches of time and space, that pressure still made it difficult for her to breathe. The Soul Power inside her seemed frozen, unable to circulate at all.
"That is the power of a true Creator Level!"
"Even if Lord Sea God came in person, in front of those two hands, she would probably be no more than a speck of dust, wouldn't she?"
"Just how vast is the difference between these two planes..."
Meanwhile, in the Douluo God Realm.
Committee Hall.
God of Evil plopped down onto the ground. All his earlier arrogance had vanished, and his gaze was vacant:
"One move to defeat an enemy, a sword that slays a True Immortal, the Immortal King of the Foreign Realm descending..."
"How dare Ye Qingyu? How dare he raise his sword against a True Immortal?!"
God of Evil couldn't understand—not only the vast difference between the two sides, but everything the difference in their realms entailed.
In the Divine Realm, ranks were strict, each level lording over the one below.
A lower god had to show utmost respect before a higher god.
Yet Ye Qingyu not only refused to kneel before an immortal, he dared to launch a reverse attack against a True Immortal and even draw his sword against the Immortal King of the Foreign Realm!
This defiance of all convention had completely overturned their understanding!
"That's because... a true giant stands behind him..."
Just then, Asura God, who had been silent beside him, suddenly spoke.
But Asura God looked completely different from before, too. He drooped his head like a withered eggplant, his voice hoarse and trembling:
"Did you see it?"
"That hand seems to belong to the master of the Primordial Immortal Court!"
"He made his move, protecting his disciple at the crucial moment!"
At his words, the gods, who had still been in a daze, suddenly snapped to their senses and turned their gazes toward the Chaos Giant Hand.
The hand was as lustrous as jade, each finger seemingly condensed from the laws of the Great Dao. As Chaos Qi swirled around it, world after world could be glimpsed forming, perishing, and turning over!
By comparison, although Anlan's huge hand, covered in golden scales, was equally terrifying, it seemed to fall a little short in sheer presence.
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