Dai Mubai Descends Upon the Renegade Immortal World!

He kept his hands behind his back, his ten fingers twisted tightly together, feeling incredibly awkward.

Just moments ago, he had analyzed the situation with absolute certainty in front of all the students, belittling that bald man as worthless.

Yet, the very next second, that bald man had used absolute strength to burn Yan to ashes.

This was a public slap to the face of him, the Master of Theory!

Hearing Tang San's questioning, Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the other students all turned their gazes toward Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang felt extremely uncomfortable under their stares.

He cleared his throat, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and braced himself to start finding excuses.

"This... this is just an accident."

Yu Xiaogang stammered, attempting to maintain his inscrutable persona.

"Do not be deceived by appearances."

"That bald, burly man must have used some kind of forbidden technique that burns one's life force!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more he felt his logic held up, and his voice gradually grew louder.

"Yes, that's right!"

"In the Douluo Continent, some evil soul masters can also exchange their life force for a brief burst of powerful strength."

"That bald man must have seen that Yan was powerful and, knowing he was no match, resorted to this desperate, mutually destructive tactic."

"After releasing that blue flame, he surely cannot live much longer himself."

Yu Xiaogang straightened his back and loudly proclaimed his new theory.

"Even if that Renegade Immortal World has some messy cultivation techniques, it is absolutely impossible to break the iron law of the conservation of energy."

"How could a mortal without soul power master such terrifying flames out of thin air?"

"There must be a huge price to pay behind this."

Watching the Master spout nonsense with such a straight face, Flender helplessly reached out to support his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Even he, who didn't understand theory, could see that the bald man's actions just now had been relaxed and easy; where was there any sign of burning life force?

The man's hiccups were more powerful than Yan's soul skills.

Oscar stood to the side, secretly rolling his eyes and curling his lip, muttering in a low voice, "Stubborn as a dead duck."

However, he didn't dare say it out loud; after all, the Master was Tang San's teacher, and he had to show some respect.

Tang San did not speak again, but silently raised the danger level of the Renegade Immortal World to the maximum in his heart.

Vaguely, he felt that many of his teacher's theories seemed unable to stand up at all in the face of that unknown, high-dimensional world.

Just then, Zhao Wuji, who had been watching the Sky Screen, suddenly shouted.

"Forget about that bald man!"

"Look at Dai Mubai!"

Following Zhao Wuji's shout, the hearts of everyone at Shrek Academy instantly tightened.

They all turned their heads in unison, casting their gazes toward the only light screen still glowing on the far left.

Renegade Immortal World, Jueming Valley, back mountain.

In the dense, purple-black bamboo forest, a light breeze brushed against the bamboo leaves, creating a rustling sound.

Dai Mubai's current state could be described as incredibly heroic.

He had already activated his White Tiger Vajra Transformation; his muscles bulged, and a dazzling white light enveloped his massive frame.

A solid White Tiger Body Barrier blocked his front, making him look like a war god descended from the heavens.

Opposite him, the young disciple wearing grey Taoist robes, who looked as frail as if he could be blown away by the wind, was looking at him with disdain.

"With only this much skill, you dare to come out and make a fool of yourself?"

The grey-robed youth sneered, holding a yellowed piece of paper marked with red runes between two fingers, and quickly chanted an obscure incantation.

Then, he flicked his finger toward the charging Dai Mubai.

"Fireball Talisman, go!"

The moment the light yellow paper left his hand, it grew in the wind and ignited spontaneously.

With a loud "boom," the unremarkable piece of paper instantly transformed into a deep red fireball the size of a water vat, radiating terrifying heat.

The fireball moved with extreme speed, carrying an aura that seemed intent on incinerating everything, leaving a long trail of flames in mid-air.

Dai Mubai's lunging body was still in mid-air.

As he watched the massive fireball flying toward him, his pupils constricted violently.

The scorching heat wave rushing toward him actually made him feel as if he couldn't breathe.

He had not seen the image on the center screen of Yan being reduced to ashes.

In his understanding, relying on his own strength as a level thirty-seven Spirit Grandmaster, combined with the dual defenses of the White Tiger Body Barrier and the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, he was more than capable of holding his own.

Even if he were to encounter a Spirit Sect in their forties, he would still have the power to fight.

Furthermore, this gray-robed youth before him did not even have a single spirit ring on his body; what he had thrown out was surely nothing more than a trick of the light.

"Does a mere ball of flame think it can stop the footsteps of a Shrek Monster?"

Dai Mubai let out a roar, and instead of dodging, he increased the output of his spirit power.

The White Tiger Body Barrier in front of him flared with intense light, becoming even more substantial.

He swung his massive tiger claws, preparing to tear through that fireball with brute force and then pin the gray-robed youth to the ground to grind him into the dirt.

At that very instant, the water-vat-sized, deep-red fireball collided with Dai Mubai's White Tiger Body Barrier without a shred of suspense.

The water-vat-sized, deep-red fireball collided with Dai Mubai's White Tiger Body Barrier without a shred of suspense.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a teeth-gritting sound of dissolution echoed through the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone on the Douluo Continent, that layer of white light, which even spirit masters of the same level found difficult to break, acted like thin ice meeting boiling oil the moment it touched the fireball, instantly burning through to create a large hole.

A wave of heat, scorching enough to be suffocating, surged through the hole and slammed directly into Dai Mubai.

"Ah!"

Dai Mubai let out a shrill, miserable scream.

His dazzling golden hair instantly curled under the terrifying high temperature, emitting a foul, scorched stench.

The white tiger fur on his body, which he took such pride in, began to burn outright.

The intense pain instantly overwhelmed his reason.

At this moment, all thoughts of melee dominance and the pride of being a Shrek Monster were cast to the winds.

He only knew that if he took another half-step forward, he would absolutely be burned to ashes by this fireball.

"Third Spirit Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

At this life-or-death juncture, Dai Mubai erupted with an unprecedented desire to survive.

He violently urged the remaining spirit power in his body, his muscles swelling once more as he forcibly used his physical body to withstand the leaking high temperature.

Following this, he kicked off the ground with both legs, using the recoil to send his massive frame flying backward in a wretched state.

While still in mid-air, Dai Mubai endured the searing pain in his arms and violently raised his right hand, aiming it at the gray-robed youth.

The sound of a mechanism clicked.

Three pitch-black Silent Sleeve Arrows, carrying a sharp whistling sound, shot toward the gray-robed youth's face in a triangular formation.

This was his final means of counterattack.

However, facing this sudden hidden weapon, the gray-robed youth did not even lift an eyelid.

He merely waved his wide sleeve with a look of disdain.

A faint cyan light screen instantly manifested before him.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Three crisp metallic clangs rang out.

The three steel sleeve arrows, capable of piercing the skulls of ordinary spirit masters, struck the cyan light screen and failed to leave even a white mark, falling powerlessly to the ground.

"Pathetic."

The gray-robed youth shook his head, seemingly finding such inferior attacks quite uninteresting.

Dai Mubai had already crashed heavily onto the muddy ground more than ten meters away.

He did not even dare to look back.

Seeing his hidden weapons blocked so casually by the other party, the final line of defense in his heart completely collapsed.

Using both hands and feet, he scrambled like a stray dog, desperately diving into the dense thicket nearby and fleeing into the distance like a madman.

The gray-robed youth watched Dai Mubai's retreating back without any intention of giving chase.

He bent down, picked up one of the steel sleeve arrows from the ground to examine it, and then tossed it aside.

"I thought it was some spirit beast that had gained intelligence; turns out it was just a mangy animal that spits darts."

"It certainly runs fast."

The gray-robed youth brushed the dust from his hands, picked up the medicinal hoe at his waist once more, and strolled slowly back into the depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

In his view, wasting his talisman paper on a low-level wild beast was truly a very poor bargain.

As Dai Mubai successfully escaped, the image on the Sky Screen began to move rapidly, following his perspective.

On the playground of Shrek Academy in the Douluo Continent.

Everyone stood with their mouths agape, unable to speak for a long time.

A cold breeze blew by, kicking up dust from the ground.

Ma Hongjun rubbed his eyes vigorously and swallowed hard.

"Boss Dai... ran away?"

He turned his head to look at Tang San and Oscar beside him, his tone filled with disbelief.

In their minds, Dai Mubai had always been that domineering, invincible leader of Shrek.

Yet just now, not only had Boss Dai been sent scurrying for his life by a fireball, but his posture while fleeing had been utterly pathetic.

Flender let out a long, heavy sigh and reached up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Running is good, running is good indeed."

Flender patted his chest, still shaken. "As long as he's alive, what does face matter?"

"The people in that world are simply monsters; even a young man digging for herbs is that terrifying."

Tang San stood to the side, his brows locked tightly together.

His hands were hidden within his sleeves, trembling slightly.

The scene he had just witnessed had impacted him even more than seeing Yan burned to death.

My Silent Sleeve Arrow couldn't even break through the layer of light the opponent waved into existence so casually.

A stormy sea raged in Tang San's heart.

The Tang Sect hidden weapons he had always taken such pride in had turned out to be nothing more than fragile toys in the eyes of that grey-robed youth.

This dealt a heavy, unprecedented blow to his once-abundant self-confidence.

Zhao Wuji also sighed and turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, who was standing nearby.

"Master, didn't you say earlier that as long as one could get close, they could crush him?"

There was no mockery in Zhao Wuji's tone, only deep confusion. "But Mubai couldn't even get near him, and the power of that fireball was just too absurd."

Yu Xiaogang's face had turned the color of liver at this moment.

His hands, clasped behind his back, were tightly knotted, and his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

What could he say?

Should he continue to use his theories from the Douluo Continent to explain things from the Renegade Immortal World?

Dai Mubai's miserable state just now had already torn his theories to shreds.

Yu Xiaogang could only lower his head in embarrassment, pretending to be deep in thought, while in reality, he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

In the training grounds of the Pope Palace in Spirit City.

Although Yan's death had left the members of Spirit Hall in deep grief.

Bibi Dong's gaze, however, was fixed intently on the image of Dai Mubai fleeing.

A wise light flickered within her beautiful eyes.

"Did you see the movements of that grey-robed youth clearly?"

Bibi Dong turned to look at Ghost and Yue Guan behind her.

Yue Guan hurriedly bowed and replied in a shrill voice, "Your Majesty, this subordinate saw it clearly."

"That youth did not release flames directly like the bald, burly man from before."

"He threw a piece of paper inscribed with a red rune."

Bibi Dong nodded, her scepter tapping lightly against the ground.

"A piece of paper, yet it could release a fireball comparable to the full-force strike of a Spirit Ancestor."

"Is this another method used in that world?"

Bibi Dong paced slowly outside the great hall, her mind constantly analyzing the intelligence she had gathered.

"That bald, burly man relied on absorbing natural energy, making him a powerhouse."

"But this youth is clearly a low-level disciple, yet he can use those magical talismans to launch attacks."

"This proves that in the Renegade Immortal World, power can be sealed within objects."

At this thought, a flicker of burning desire flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

If Spirit Hall could master the method of creating these talismans, wouldn't even commoners without spirit power be able to possess the combat strength of a Spirit Ancestor in an instant?

This was nothing short of a divine tool capable of overturning the entire landscape of the continent!

"Pass down the order."

Bibi Dong stopped abruptly, issuing her command in a tone of absolute authority.

"All Spirit Hall high priests and elders, proceed to the Library Pavilion immediately and scour every ancient text regarding primordial soul tools."

"Focus your search on any records concerning the sealing of soul skills into paper or jade."

"Furthermore, pay close attention to all information appearing on the Sky Screen regarding those talismans; do not let a single detail slip by!"

In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect within the Heaven Dou Empire.

Ning Fengzhi's hand, holding a teacup, remained suspended in mid-air.

The tea had long since gone cold, yet he remained entirely unaware.

He watched the back of Dai Mubai as he fled in a pathetic state, a trace of deep anxiety visible in his profound gaze.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu."

Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and spoke in a heavy tone.

"It seems that we soul masters of the Douluo Continent truly have no advantage whatsoever when faced with the Renegade Immortal World."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood to the side, gently stroking the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

His stern face, for once, wore a rare expression of gravity.

"You are right, Fengzhi."

"That boy Dai Mubai is considered one of the best among the Star Luo Empire's royal family."

"Level thirty-seven soul power, a top-tier beast spirit."

"Yet, in front of that low-level disciple who didn't even have a name, he couldn't even withstand a single move."

Gu Rong sat on the sofa, his withered fingers tapping against his knees.

"The most terrifying thing is that piece of paper."

"No incantations required, no need to gather power; a casual toss unleashes such immense destructive force."

"If they had hundreds or thousands of disciples, each holding dozens of such talismans and throwing them all at once..."

Gu Rong did not continue.

But Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, both present, had already envisioned that horrific scene in their minds.

That kind of overwhelming barrage of fireballs would likely strip a layer of skin off even a Titled Douluo caught in the middle of it.

"It seems we must change our approach."

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his throbbing temples.

"The traditional soul master cultivation system appears far too fragile when faced with this higher-dimensional world."

"Send word to the Heaven Dou royal family: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect proposes an immediate assembly of all major sects to discuss how to deal with the Renegade Immortal World."

"Regardless of what changes the future may bring, we must prepare in advance."

Deep within Jueming Valley, in the Renegade Immortal World.

Dai Mubai charged through the dense forest like a maddened wild boar.

Tree branches tore through his clothes, leaving trails of blood across his skin.

Yet, he felt no pain at all.

Only one thought occupied his mind: run.

Run as far as possible.

He sprinted for a full hour.

Only when the soul power within him was completely exhausted and his legs felt as heavy as lead did Dai Mubai finally come to a stop.