A Casual Strike Weighs 8,000 Jin, Not Even Outer Disciples Are This Good!

"You're still far from the selection threshold for outer sect disciples; you're truly a disgrace to the sect."

Xiao Cui sighed, her face filled with self-abasement.

Yet, these words, falling into the ears of Zhu Zhuqing and the billions of viewers across the Douluo Continent, struck like a thunderbolt!

BOOM!

"H-how much?!"

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils constricted, her voice cracking as she asked, "Eight thousand jin?!"

Xiao Cui blinked. "That's right, eight thousand jin. Pretty weak, right? My senior sisters start at tens of thousands of jin with a casual strike."

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Dai Mubai, who was just about to take a drink, spat the water all over Tang San's face.

Tang San froze completely, ignoring the water on his face as he stared fixedly at the girl on the screen who looked so ashamed of herself.

"Eight thousand jin?"

"How is that possible?!"

Tang San's composure shattered. He had to remember that his pride and joy, the Clear Sky Hammer, was hailed as the number one tool spirit under heaven, possessing incredibly tyrannical power.

Yet, his current strength at most reached a few hundred jin!

Even a pure strength-type Spirit Douluo like Titan, the God of Strength, could only muster a few thousand jin of force at his absolute peak, right?

And this girl, who claimed to have poor talent and was merely a low-level servant, could strike with eight thousand jin effortlessly, while her senior sisters could easily dish out tens of thousands?

This was what they called weak?!

Then what did that make them? Cripples?

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

The Seven Kill Sword spirit in Chen Xin's hand trembled uncontrollably.

He glanced at Bone Douluo Gu Rong beside him and smiled bitterly. "Old Bone, could your defense withstand a punch of tens of thousands of jin?"

Bone Douluo swallowed hard, his expression grim. "If I don't use my ninth spirit ability, I'm afraid..."

Despair!

In an instant, a deep sense of despair permeated the entire Douluo Continent.

So, in this higher-dimensional world, a lowly servant girl sweeping the floors possessed strength that could crush their Title Douluos. Was this the gap between dimensions?

"Um... Miss Xiao Cui."

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, forcing down the raging waves in her heart, and asked cautiously:

"Where is this ship headed?"

Xiao Cui pointed toward the end of the mist-shrouded horizon, her eyes filled with a trace of fanaticism and awe:

"Back to the sect, of course."

"The Primordial Immortal Court!"

"It is the absolute ruler of the Great Wilderness for a million miles around, a supreme holy land!"

"And our Sect Master, that supreme lord..."

Speaking of this, Xiao Cui lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing the gods in the heavens:

"I heard that the lord is an Immortal King giant who has lived for countless eons!"

"That is a truly indescribable existence, one that cannot be looked upon directly!"

Deep within the Primordial Immortal Court.

This place was not of the mortal realm, but an independent small world carved out of the void.

Purple energy stretched for thirty thousand miles, and thousands of auspicious rays spewed purple clouds.

On one of the many floating immortal islands, flowing springs and waterfalls cascaded while immortal cranes danced.

And within the Primordial Divine Hall at the highest point.

A young man dressed in white lay lazily on a recliner woven from the branches of an Enlightenment Tea Tree.

His face was so handsome it was almost demonic, his eyes as deep as the starry sky; as they opened and closed, it was as if the long river of time flowed within them.

No terrifying aura radiated from his body; he looked like an ordinary young nobleman.

But if a True Immortal-level powerhouse were here, they would be terrified to the point of madness.

Because the space around this youth was constantly being created and destroyed!

Every breath he took was the cycle of a small world!

This was the master of the Primordial Immortal Court, a giant who had transmigrated to the Perfect World countless eons ago and had long since attained the Dao of an Immortal King: Jiang Chen!

"How boring..."

Jiang Chen yawned, casually picking up a crystal-clear grape from the jade plate beside him and tossing it into his mouth.

The grape melted the moment it touched his tongue, transforming into a surging torrent of longevity essence.

If this were in the outside world, a single grape at the level of an Undying Divine Medicine would be enough to make supreme powerhouses fight until they were battered and bloody, sparking dark turmoil.

But here with Jiang Chen, it was nothing more than a post-meal snack.

"System, anything good from the check-in lately?" Jiang Chen asked lazily in his mind.

[Ding! Replying to the host, today's check-in rewards: one True Dragon Undying Medicine (incomplete), one scroll of the Ancient Scripture of the Emperor Fall Era, and one case of happy water.]

"Happy water again?"

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and waved his hand, causing a case of cola from Blue Star to appear before him.

At his level of cultivation, longevity was no longer a pursuit, and invincibility was merely lonely.

His only joy was perhaps reminiscing about his past life or cultivating his forces, seeing if he could raise a few powerhouses in this cruel Perfect World who could walk with him to the very end.

"Hmm?"

Just then, Jiang Chen's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened a tiny slit.

He sensed it.

At the mountain gate of the Primordial Immortal Court, there seemed to be a trace of a strange fluctuation that did not belong to this world.

"The aura of a foreign realm? No, it's too weak—weak as an ant."

A flicker of curiosity arose in Jiang Chen's heart.

Having reached the Immortal King realm, a single sweep of his divine sense could cover the heavens and myriad worlds.

Even a mosquito flying into the Immortal Court could not escape his perception.

"Hum!"

Jiang Chen did not rise; he merely moved his intent.

His gaze instantly pierced through layers of void and the barriers of the Immortal Hall, descending directly onto the bronze warship that had just docked at the mountain gate plaza.

With this one glance, he saw the black-clad girl who was following behind Xiao Cui with a look of shock and extreme caution.

"That girl..."

Jiang Chen's gaze lingered on Zhu Zhuqing for a moment.

"As expected, there are no runes or heavenly caves within her body. Is she cultivating some kind of extremely crude soul power system?"

"A Nether Spirit Cat martial soul?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

As a transmigrator, his long-sealed memories were suddenly stirred.

"Black clothes, youthful face, big... ahem, cold temperament, cat martial soul."

"And this pitifully weak cultivation system."

"Could it be..."

Jiang Chen sat up straight, a playful arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

With a thought, he activated the Great Karma Technique!

Instantly, an imperceptible thread of karma extended from Zhu Zhuqing, piercing through endless space-time storms and connecting to an extremely distant, fragile, bubble-like world.

In that world, Blue Silver Grass was entwining, hammers were smashing about, and a group of people were playing with something called soul skills.

"Pfft..."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Douluo Continent?"

"That Douluo World, known as the floor tile of fantasy, where even a God King can't lift a hundred thousand catties?"

Jiang Chen was surprised. He had not expected that the extremely dangerous Perfect World he resided in—where heaven and earth were destroyed at every turn—would actually intersect with that playhouse-like Douluo World.

"Interesting."

"So, the spatial fluctuation I felt earlier was the result of two planes connecting in some way?"

Jiang Chen tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest, his gaze sweeping over Zhu Zhuqing once more.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing was left speechless, stunned by the ten-thousand-foot-tall mountain gate of the Primordial Immortal Court.

The gate was refined from two dead stars, and the gravitational fields of those stars still lingered upon it; if not for the neutralizing arrays, one would be crushed into meat paste just by approaching it.

"Is there actually a sky screen broadcasting this?"