She reached out with both hands, trying to grasp the hilt and pull the sword free so she could clean it.
But the moment her hands touched the hilt—
"Boom!"
An indescribable weight pressed down on her. Zhu Zhuqing felt as if she weren't holding a sword at all, but an entire Primordial Divine Mountain!
"Up!!!"
Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth. Her Soul Power surged to its full strength at level 45, and the Hell Spirit Cat possessed her. She strained with every ounce of strength she had.
But the sword didn't budge. It didn't even tremble!
"How is that possible?!"
Zhu Zhuqing was utterly horrified. With her strength, she could easily lift a thousand-pound boulder with one hand.
Yet she couldn't even pick up this sword?
"Heh."
The lazy voice sounded again from deep within the divine hall, tinged with amusement.
"I forgot. You're too weak."
"This Daluo Sword Embryo weighs as much as a star. Even a god couldn't wield it with ease."
"Never mind."
As the voice fell, a gentle strand of Chaos Qi descended from the void and coiled around the sword.
The impossibly heavy black sword instantly grew light, floating of its own accord before Zhu Zhuqing.
"This is water from the Chaos Spirit Spring. Use it to wipe the blade."
A jade basin flew out of the void. It held half a basin of clear water that gave off a hazy Chaos mist, along with a seemingly ordinary white cloth.
Zhu Zhuqing took the cloth with trembling hands. The moment she did, she nearly dropped to her knees again.
The cloth had been woven from the silk of some kind of Divine Silkworm. It was incredibly tough and impervious to water and fire!
"Divine Silkworm silk for a cleaning rag, and water from the Chaos Spirit Spring to wash a sword..." Zhu Zhuqing was already numb.
She carefully dipped the cloth into the water and began wiping the blade. With every stroke, ripples spread across its surface, as if it were cheering with delight.
Back on the Douluo Continent, Dai Mubai watched his fiancée behave like a well-behaved little maid, scrubbing a sword, and his face darkened until it was nearly black.
"Zhu Zhuqing, you've got some nerve!"
"I told you to wash the sword, and you're actually enjoying yourself?!"
"Where's the dignity of the Star Luo Imperial Family?!"
Dai Mubai raged helplessly, but even more people were dying of envy.
"If only I could be the one washing that sword."
"Exactly! Even a single splash of that washing water would probably evolve my martial soul, wouldn't it?" Quite a few Soul Masters were already drooling with envy.
Just then, perhaps because Zhu Zhuqing was wiping the sword so attentively and the Sword Spirit found it soothing, the black sword suddenly shivered.
"Hmm!"
A faint thread of sword qi accidentally spilled from its tip.
"Watch out!"
Zhu Zhuqing cried out and instinctively stepped back.
But the sword qi didn't hurt her. Instead, it pierced straight through the spatial barrier of the Primordial Immortal Court. Then, through the mysterious threads of karma, a trace of its intent was reflected onto the Sky Screen!
"Rip!"
Across the skies of the Douluo Continent, the Sky Screen's supposedly indestructible image was slashed open by that trace of sword intent, leaving a black fissure!
It vanished in an instant, but the aura of destruction that escaped in that brief moment made every Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent spit out blood!
"Pfft!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, Pope Bibi Dong, Grand Worship Qian Daoliu...
The most powerful experts across the continent were all injured at once, merely because they had seen the sword qi spill out from behind the screen!
"Is this the height the Clear Sky Hammer could never hope to reach?"
Tang San stared at the hammer in his hand, which now seemed to him like scrap iron. His eyes were filled with despair.
Meanwhile, in the Primordial Immortal Court.
Deep within the divine hall.
The figure shrouded in Chaos Qi took a leisurely sip of tea, the corner of his mouth lifting.
"Now that she's become my Sword Servant, the karmic ties with this Douluo Continent are mine as well."
"That little tiger named Dai Mubai seems to be barking rather loudly."
Jiang Chen's fingers tapped lightly on the table.
"Then let's give him a little punishment."
With that, he pointed casually. He used no divine ability, merely flicking a speck of dust into the void.
Deep within the divine hall of the Primordial Immortal Court, Jiang Chen lazily drew back his finger.
That insignificant speck of dust pierced through layer upon layer of space, followed the threads of karma, and drifted lightly toward that bubble-like low-dimensional world.
"The noise of ants really does disturb one's sleep."
Jiang Chen chuckled, rolled over, and continued savoring the cup of Enlightenment Tea in his hand.
As if that strike had been no more than casually swatting a mosquito.
Shrek Academy, Douluo Continent.
Dai Mubai was still roaring at the Sky Screen, venting his humiliation and fury.
"I refuse to accept this! I'm the Evil-Eyed White Tiger! I'm the Star Luo Prince!"
"That so-called Immortal Lord—if you've got the guts, come out and—"
Before he could finish, the clear sky suddenly darkened.
An indescribable, terrifying oppression descended without warning over all of Shrek Academy!
Zhao Wuji and the others, who had been watching the spectacle, turned deathly pale. Every hair on their bodies stood on end.
"Wh-what is this aura?!"
"Run! Get out of here!"
Zhao Wuji roared and tried to activate his Martial Soul Avatar, but before he could move, a black speck suddenly appeared in the heavens!
At first, it was no more than a tiny black dot. In the blink of an eye, it became a towering Primordial Demon Mountain!
It had locked onto only one target: Dai Mubai!
"Roar!"
Sensing death closing in, Dai Mubai's Evil Eyes filled with terror. He instinctively unleashed all his Soul Power.
"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protection Barrier!"
He frantically layered his defenses, trying to stop the thing falling from the sky.
But before that tiny black speck, every Soul Skill and defense was as laughably flimsy as paper.
"Pfft—"
The black speck didn't actually strike him. The air pressure from its descent alone made Dai Mubai spew blood, his knees buckling!
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of breaking bone rang out. Dai Mubai's once-straight back instantly bent.
"Hold it back, damn you!!!" Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to resist.
But in the next instant, the black speck landed lightly on his shoulder.
Rumble!!!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an extremely deep, muffled thud.
Dai Mubai was slammed flat against the ground!
Not kneeling—flattened!
He was sprawled face-down, his whole body pressed to the earth, his face crushed and distorted.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Dai Mubai struggled and tried to roar, but the weight on his back felt less like a speck of dust and more like the entire sky!
It was so heavy that even moving one finger became a distant dream. He could only lie there like a dead dog, letting out a humiliated whimper.
In that moment, everyone at Shrek Academy—and all the viewers across the continent watching the Sky Screen—was dumbstruck.
Dai Mubai had been shouting about fighting one-on-one just a moment ago. Now, he'd been flattened by a force from who knew where!
"Is this what happens when you offend the Immortal Lord?"
Watching this, Bibi Dong's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a chill ran through her.
She had seen it clearly.
What had fallen from the sky wasn't a Soul Skill, nor a divine artifact.
It really was just a speck of dust that looked completely ordinary!
A speck of dust had crushed a top-level Soul Elder and left even Titled Douluo gasping for breath!
"Mubai!"
Only then did Tang San and the others react. They rushed over at once.
"Third Brother, save... save me..."
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