Can't Even Beat a First-Order Magical Beast, Little San, Stop Lying to Yourself!

As the dust and smoke dissipated, gravel tumbled to the ground.

The once high-spirited Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, was now embedded in a pile of rubble in the shape of a spread-eagled star.

The robe that represented the dignity of a Shrek Academy teacher had been reduced to rags; his entire body was charred black, and his hair had been scorched into a frizzy, explosive mess, still emitting wisps of acrid smoke.

"Cough... cough, cough!"

Yu Xiaogang struggled to twitch his fingers, the intense pain causing his already stiff face to twist in agony.

He wasn't dead.

As a level 29 Great Spirit Master, although his spirit power was flimsy, his physical constitution was at least slightly stronger than an ordinary person's. Furthermore, Luo Sanpao had blocked the majority of the damage at the final moment, which was the only reason he had managed to cling to his life.

Even so, he was severely injured, with at least three broken ribs.

"Impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang shakily lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the Red Fire Wolf not far away, before he roared:

"Mutation, this is absolutely a mutated spirit beast!"

"Or perhaps it is a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast that has regressed into a juvenile form; otherwise, how could it have shattered my Luo Sanpao so easily!"

Even now, he refused to admit that there was a flaw in his theories.

In his understanding, a ten-year spirit beast was nothing but trash, a mere beast driven by instinct. How could a casual strike from one be comparable to that of a Spirit Saint?

However, reality was often crueler than theory. After spitting out that fireball, the Red Fire Wolf didn't even spare Yu Xiaogang another glance, its beastly eyes filled with nothing but disdain and boredom.

He was too weak.

In this perilous Magical Beast Mountain Range, a creature that didn't even possess the strength of a first-tier magical beast wasn't even qualified to be its food.

Besides, he looked tough and stringy, and his energy content was too low; it would be a chore just to get him stuck between its teeth.

"Hmph."

The Red Fire Wolf snorted, flicked its tail, and turned directly into the bushes, leaving behind a dashing silhouette.

But to the prideful and face-conscious Yu Xiaogang, that indifference was even more agonizing than being killed.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

In the Elder Hall of Spirit City, Qian Daoliu watched the scene on the sky screen, his aged fingers tapping lightly against his seat as he said in a low voice:

"The energy level of that world far exceeds our own."

"Although the fireball spat out by that wolf appeared to be only the size of a fist, the energy density compressed within it was over a hundred times that of spirit power."

"Is this what they call a high-dimensional world?"

"Our spirit power is gaseous and loose, while the energy of that world, even at its most basic level, is liquid or even solid."

"It is like a block of tofu colliding with a block of steel; no matter how large the tofu is, it will be instantly pulverized by the steel!"

As he spoke, a trace of unprecedented helplessness flickered in the eyes of this peerless Douluo.

On the other side, at Shrek Academy.

The once immensely proud Tang San was slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering mechanically to himself:

"No, Teacher cannot be wrong..."

"That was an accident; yes, it was an accident with an extremely low probability."

"That wolf must have consumed some heaven-defying treasure, causing the energy within its body to go berserk. Teacher was just unlucky."

Watching Tang San, who had fallen into a state of obsession, Zhao Wuji, though unwilling to admit it, finally shook his head helplessly.

"Little San, stop lying to yourself!"

Even the usually money-grubbing Dean Flender took off his glasses for once, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at the miserable Yu Xiaogang on the screen, sighing deeply:

"Xiaogang, as long as you're alive, just stop trying to apply your theories to that world."

"Over there, your Ten Core Theories might not even be worth as much as scrap paper!"

However, the live broadcast on the sky screen continued.

Compared to Yu Xiaogang's wretched state, the fourth person selected, the Spirit Hall deacon Zhang Dapao, was currently facing even greater despair.

The place where he had descended was a desert.

The Tagor Desert, with the scorching sun hanging high and the air shimmering with heat.

Although Zhang Dapao was a level 25 Great Spirit Master with an Iron Wolf spirit, granting him a certain degree of heat resistance, he felt as though he were about to be roasted alive.

"Water, I need water..."

He crawled laboriously across the sand dunes, his lips cracked and dry.

Suddenly, the sand ahead began to writhe.

"What is that?" Zhang Dapao's eyes lit up. If it was a soul beast, he could kill it and drink its blood to quench his thirst!

In this environment, one had to do whatever it took to survive!

With that thought, he lunged forward. The moment his martial soul possessed him, he swiped a claw at the palm-sized blue scorpion emerging from the sand.

However, with a sound like something snapping, Zhang Dapao's pride-and-joy Iron Wolf claws shattered the instant they touched the little scorpion's carapace!

Following that, the little blue scorpion merely flicked its tail stinger, and Zhang Dapao's entire body instantly stiffened. Within three seconds, he began turning a dark, bruised purple, starting from his fingertips.

"Urgh... urgh..." He couldn't even let out a scream before the poison reached his heart, causing him to foam at the mouth and collapse, dead.

[Fourth explorer, Zhang Dapao, confirmed dead!]

[Cause of death: Venom of the Level 1 magical beast, Blue-Tailed Sand Scorpion.]

Seeing this, the people of the Douluo world finally lost their composure.

Another one dead!

And he was insta-killed by a scorpion the size of a palm!

"Can the defense of a Great Spirit Master not even withstand a bug from that world?"

At this moment, everyone on the Douluo Continent finally realized the clear gap between these two worlds.

It was as if two-dimensional paper cutouts could never defeat three-dimensional humans; despair began to spread across the entire continent in an instant.

Meanwhile.

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Central Plains.

This was the center of the entire Battle Qi Continent, where experts were as numerous as clouds and sects stood in great numbers.

Deep within an extremely secluded blessed land in the Central Plains, a floating island shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland, hung silently above the nine heavens.

On the island, palaces stood in clusters, and spirit birds danced in the air.

Even the slightest overflow of spiritual energy was so dense that it fell as tangible spirit rain.

This place was a forbidden zone in the eyes of countless experts in the Central Plains, and the dojo of that legendary reclusive existence.

At this moment, deep within the Heavenly Palace, inside a pavilion carved from ten-thousand-year cold jade.

A young man dressed in white, with a face as handsome as a demon and an ethereal temperament like a fallen immortal, leaned lazily against the back of his chair.

He held a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes, deep as the starry sky, watching the screen projected in the void with great interest.

If the Dou Zun and Dou Sheng experts of the outside world were to see this person, they would surely be so terrified they would kneel and kowtow on the spot.

For he was the master of this Heavenly Palace, having transmigrated here decades ago and swept through everything with the help of a system, ultimately becoming a terrifying existence at the peak of a Nine-Star Dou Sheng.