Nascent Soul Elder VS Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!

Inside Spirit Hall, the expression on Bibi Dong's face shifted uncertainly.

She had originally thought that the Corpse Yin Sect and Luohe Sect she saw earlier were powerful enough.

Now, a so-called Primordial Immortal Court had suddenly emerged.

If a low-level disciple of a branch sect could fly on a sword, then how strong would the main sect of this Immortal Court be?

Just as the people of Douluo Continent were left stunned by these few words, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger in the projection had already quietly circled to the rear flank of the three cultivators.

As a top-tier predator, it could sense that the energy fluctuations emanating from these three individuals were not particularly strong.

A cruel glint flashed in the eyes of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

Its Evil God Hook, which resembled a scorpion's tail, tilted slightly upward.

In the next second, the space around it distorted, and its massive body vanished from the spot in an instant.

When it reappeared, it had already arrived behind the round-faced disciple.

Its sharp tiger claws, accompanied by a shrill whistle that tore through the air, slammed viciously toward the round-faced disciple's head.

Even an ordinary Soul Saint would have been killed on the spot had they taken such a blow.

The round-faced disciple had not reacted at all, feeling only a sudden gust of wind striking the back of his head.

"Watch out!"

The leading young cultivator was quick-witted, slapping the storage pouch at his waist with his right hand.

A palm-sized tortoise-shell shield instantly flew out, expanding in the wind to block the path behind the round-faced disciple.

With a loud "bang," the sharp claws of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger slammed heavily into the tortoise-shell shield.

Sparks flew in all directions.

The spiritual light on the shield flickered violently and emitted a mournful whine, but it managed to withstand the lethal strike.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was knocked back more than ten meters by the recoil, landing steadily on the ground.

A trace of surprise flashed in its scarlet eyes.

That piece of broken tortoise shell was actually harder than any defensive-type soul beast it had ever killed.

The three cultivators turned their flying swords in succession and landed on the ground, surrounding the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger in the center.

The leading young cultivator retracted the somewhat dim tortoise-shell shield and looked the black tiger up and down.

"Such heavy baleful energy."

The young cultivator frowned. "There is no fluctuation of a demon core on its body, yet the power it just unleashed is somewhat beyond expectations."

"And that spatial displacement from just a moment ago—that is quite interesting."

The round-faced disciple wiped away cold sweat, still feeling a lingering fear.

"Senior Brother, this black tiger's bloodline seems quite extraordinary."

"If we capture it and take it back, it would be perfect to serve as the spirit beast for the eye of the outer sect's mountain-protecting formation!"

The young cultivator nodded, a hint of joy appearing in his eyes.

"Not bad, this beast's appearance is quite imposing as well."

"We are lucky today. Form up, capture it alive!"

In the dense Luoxia Mountain Range, three Qi-Condensation stage disciples of the 72nd Branch of the Primordial Immortal Court were positioned in a pincer formation, surrounding the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

The leading young cultivator wore a cold expression as his hands rapidly formed a sword seal.

"Form the array, Azure Wood Sword Net!"

Following his low shout, the wooden swords on the backs of the three men unsheathed simultaneously.

The three wooden swords emitted a crisp ringing sound in mid-air, a layer of azure light rising over their blades. They connected head-to-tail, transforming into an airtight sword net that descended upon the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger below.

Before the sword net even landed, the surrounding air hissed as it was sliced by the sharp sword qi.

The fallen leaves and gravel on the ground were swept into the air by the airflow, instantly ground into powder.

Facing this ferocious attack, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger did not panic.

It was a fierce beast with high intelligence, having experienced countless life-and-death battles in the Star Dou Great Forest.

It saw the power of this sword net at a glance; if it took the hit head-on, its prideful fur would undoubtedly be shredded to pieces.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger let out a low roar from its throat, and the pair of black wings on its back flapped violently.

A wild black whirlwind rose from the ground, crashing head-on into the sword net in mid-air.

Taking advantage of the moment the sword net was obstructed by the whirlwind, the space around the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger once again rippled like water.

Its body instantly turned transparent and vanished from where it stood.

"Watch out! It's using that teleportation sorcery again!" the round-faced disciple exclaimed, hurriedly raising his slightly dim tortoise-shell shield to cover his chest.

However, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger did not attack him this time.

The leading young cultivator suddenly felt the light above his head dim.

A massive pressure, mixed with a foul, fishy wind, descended upon him like Mount Tai collapsing.

He jerked his head up, only to see the massive body of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger appearing directly above him.

That giant tiger claw, flickering with dark blue lightning, whistled as it tore through the air, slamming fiercely toward the crown of his head.

"Senior Brother, watch out!" The other two disciples were horrified; they tried to maneuver their flying swords to assist, but it was already too late.

The young cultivator's expression shifted violently. In this life-or-death moment, he could no longer afford to fret over his magical treasure.

He bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and thrust both hands upward.

A jade pendant flew from his robes, exploding in mid-air to transform into a golden light shield.

"Boom!"

The tiger claw slammed heavily into the golden shield, producing a deafening roar.

The tyrannical power of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger erupted instantly, and black lightning spread across the surface of the shield.

The golden shield held for less than two breaths before it was covered in spiderweb-like cracks and shattered with a thunderous crash.

The young cultivator felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow; he spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string before slamming into the mud, creating a deep crater.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger landed steadily on the ground, letting out a roar that shook the mountains and forests, its scarlet eyes filled with mockery.

It stepped forward with its thick limbs, closing in on the severely injured young cultivator in the crater step by step.

This scene was clearly transmitted to every corner of the Douluo Continent via the Sky Screen.

After experiencing constant despair, the living beings of the entire continent finally saw a glimmer of hope.

In the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, by the Lake of Life.

The Titan Giant Ape, Er Ming, excitedly clenched his fists and pounded his sturdy chest with force.

The immense power shook the surrounding ground, causing the lake water to churn and roll.

"Well done!"

Er Ming bared his massive mouth, letting out a thunderous, wild laugh.

"Big Brother, look! That black tiger is usually quite annoying in the forest, but today it's really brought honor to us soul beasts!"

"Those three boys with their swords looked all flashy and thought they were so tough, but they couldn't even take one claw from the tiger!"

The Azure Bull Python, Da Ming, also raised its massive head slightly from the lake.

It slowly exhaled a puff of white mist, its previously tense nerves relaxing just a little.

"This Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is indeed clever."

Da Ming's voice echoed through the empty valley, carrying a tone of rational analysis.

"It knew the opponent's flying swords were sharp, so it chose not to clash head-on."

"It used the cover of its wind attribute, combined with the spatial attribute of teleportation, to bypass their magical treasures and strike their fragile physical bodies directly."

"This also proves my hypothesis: the people from that Renegade Immortal World do not have physical constitutions as powerful as their magical treasures."

"As long as we play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, we have a fighting chance in that world."

Er Ming nodded repeatedly, even beginning to look forward to being chosen so he could go to that world and show off his own prowess.

Meanwhile, at the Shrek Academy playground in Fasno Province.

The atmosphere, which had been stifled for so long, finally eased.

Ma Hongjun waved his fist vigorously and cheered loudly.

Oscar also let out a long sigh of relief, reaching up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Standing in the corner, Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up the moment he saw the young cultivator being swatted away by a single claw.

His back, which had been hunched over, straightened once more.

He cleared his throat, walked among the students with a confident stride, and clasped his hands behind his back, resuming his usual inscrutable demeanor.

"Did you all see that?"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at the Sky Screen, his voice resonant and filled with a sense of vindication.

"My previous judgment was not wrong!"

"These people from the Renegade Immortal World rely too heavily on external objects, which has left their own physical defenses extremely weak."

"The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's cultivation is around sixty thousand years, equivalent to a high-level Soul Emperor or a beginner Soul Saint in our Douluo Continent."

"It used only a single burst of pure physical strength and basic lightning attributes to shatter the opponent's defensive treasure."

Yu Xiaogang turned his head to look at Tang San, offering his earnest guidance.

"Little San, this is what we call using raw power to overcome a hundred clever moves."

"Although that world possesses all sorts of bizarre methods, as long as we don't give them the chance to unleash them and instead utilize the powerful close-quarters burst damage of a Spirit Master, we can absolutely achieve a one-hit kill."

"It seems the low-level disciples of this Primordial Immortal Court are nothing more than this."

Tang San watched his teacher speaking with such eloquence; although he felt that something was slightly off, seeing the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger firmly holding the absolute upper hand, he nodded, acknowledging this line of reasoning.

Meanwhile, in Spirit City, inside the council hall of the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upright on her throne, watching the battle on the Sky Screen, her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxing a little.

She tapped her gem-encrusted scepter against the floor twice.

"It seems the situation has not yet reached the point of no return."

Bibi Dong's tone was much calmer as she turned to look at Ghost, who was standing to the side.

"Elder Ghost, what is your take on this?"

The black mist on Ghost's body churned, and his hoarse voice echoed through the hall.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate believes that this Dark Demon Evil God Tiger stumbled upon the method to deal with these cultivators by sheer luck."

"Those three youths are clearly the lowest-ranking disciples of the Primordial Immortal Court."

"Their attack methods are singular, relying entirely on those few wooden swords."

"Once their wooden swords are restrained, they become lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, a glimmer of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

"Correct."

"The strength of the lower ranks of that so-called 72nd Branch Sect seems to be on par with the ordinary deacons of our Spirit Hall."

"If Elder Chrysanthemum or other Titled Douluo were to go there, as long as they don't encounter the high-ranking members of their sect, self-preservation should not be a problem."

At this moment, the various major powers of the Douluo Continent felt they had regained some confidence.

They felt that although the Renegade Immortal World was terrifying, it was still divided into different tiers.

As long as one was lucky enough not to run into those monster-level big shots, the hope of survival was still quite high.

However, the Renegade Immortal World had never been one to reason with anyone.

In the Luoxia Mountain Range.

The leading young cultivator lay in a crater, his chest caved in significantly, blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He watched the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger closing in step by step, a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

"You beast... do you really think you can kill me?"

The young cultivator coughed up blood while struggling to pull a cyan sound-transmission jade slip from his waist.

He used his last ounce of strength to crush the jade slip into powder.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger ignored his actions entirely, opening its blood-stained maw to bite down directly toward his neck.

Just at this critical moment.

The previously clear sky suddenly darkened.

The wind in the mountain forest stopped without warning.

The clouds in the sky were forcibly torn apart by an invisible force, revealing the deep, vast expanse of the heavens.

Following that, a terrifying pressure that defied description, like a star falling from the nine heavens, crashed down upon this mountain range.

This pressure was not wind, not fire, nor any tangible attack.

It was an aura of a superior being that struck directly at the soul.

In the face of this aura, the surrounding flowers, trees, and plants were all pressed down until they bowed.

Even the ordinary birds and beasts hiding miles away were so frightened that they lay on the ground trembling, not daring to even draw a full breath.

The massive body of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger stiffened abruptly.

It felt an unprecedented, lethal threat.

It was a sense of despair countless times more terrifying than facing a hundred-thousand-year Titan Giant Ape.

Run!

That was the only thought left in its mind.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger did not hesitate to channel all the spirit power within its body, attempting to use its spatial attribute to teleport and flee once more.

However, when it tried to distort the surrounding space, it discovered that the air around it had seemingly turned into solid divine iron.

The space had been completely locked down!

"A wicked beast that has yet to open its wisdom, having injured a disciple of my Primordial Immortal Court, and you still wish to run?"

An aged and lingering voice seemed to drift from the horizon, yet it simultaneously exploded in everyone's ears.

Before the voice had even faded, a blurred figure appeared without warning ten zhang above the head of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

It was an old man dressed in grey Daoist robes.

He stood there in the void, perfectly still.

This was the signature technique of a Nascent Soul stage monster: teleportation!

The grey-robed old man stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

He merely lowered his head to cast a faint glance at the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger struggling desperately below.

He made no superfluous movements.

"Kneel."

The old man spat the word out lightly.

The next second, a dull, thunderous boom echoed through the mountain forest.

It was as if the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger had been struck directly by an invisible mountain.

Its powerful limbs snapped instantly, and its massive body was forcibly slammed into the mud by an irresistible, overwhelming force.

A deep pit several zhang wide was crushed into the surrounding ground, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward.

Bleeding from its seven orifices and with countless bones shattered, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger lay at the bottom of the pit like a pile of mush, unable to even let out a cry.

With just a single look and a single word.

A top-tier fierce beast capable of giving even a Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent a headache had been suppressed to the point where even moving was a luxury.

The two surviving Qi Refining stage disciples hurried over and prostrated themselves before the old man in the air.