Yu Xiaogang Arrives, Troll Race!

Above the firmament, that blinding, blood-red radiance bathed the entire Douluo Continent as if the apocalypse had descended.

A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.

The sound of the countdown struck the heart of every living creature like heavy hammers, showing no mercy.

"Seven..."

"Six..."

"Five..."

In the Fasno Province, on the dirt playground of Shrek Academy.

The red light cast upon the crowd illuminated faces drained of all color.

Oscar clutched his ears and crouched on the ground, his body trembling like a leaf in an autumn gale.

Although Ning Rongrong had been putting on a brave front just moments ago, lecturing others with the pride of a young lady, her delicate white hands were now tightly clenched, her fingernails digging deep red marks into the back of her hands.

Tang San breathed heavily, cold sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping into the dirt at his feet.

He had always prided himself on his composure, remaining unmoved even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him.

Yet, faced with this high-dimensional erasure—completely random and devoid of any discernible pattern—the intricate calculations and Tang Sect techniques in his mind were of no use at all.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One!"

Following the final icy declaration.

The dense blood-red radiance on the Sky Screen suddenly contracted, then violently exploded.

Five clear images, like five massive scrolls, slowly unfurled in mid-air.

Accompanying them were five lines of shocking, blood-red characters.

The breath of the entire continent stalled at this very moment.

Countless eyes, filled with terror and prayer, gazed toward the Sky Screen.

[First: Heaven Dou Empire, member of the royal family, Prince Xue Beng! Cultivation: Level 31 Battle Soul Grandmaster.]

The moment the first line appeared, a loud crash of shattering porcelain echoed from deep within the imperial palace of Heaven Dou City.

In the image, Prince Xue Beng was slumped in a luxurious bedchamber.

He wore a loose silk robe, surrounded by several disheveled, beautiful maids.

He usually maintained the facade of a debauched playboy to avoid the infighting within the royal family.

But now, the playboy mask on his face had been completely torn away, leaving only terror from the depths of his soul.

"No... don't!"

Xue Beng scrambled backward on the ornate Persian rug like a madman, using both hands and feet, knocking over a red wine glass and spilling the crimson liquid across the floor.

"I am a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire! I have plenty of gold coins; I don't want to go to that hellish place and be a beast!"

He stared at the red beam of light descending through the roof, his scream as shrill as a slaughtered rooster.

The surrounding maids fled in all directions, none of them caring for the master who usually held himself so high.

[Second: Star Dou Great Forest Core Area, Titan Giant Ape! Cultivation: 100,000-year Soul Beast.]

The instant the second line emerged.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, a roar filled with despair and fury erupted.

The massive body of the Titan Giant Ape, Er Ming, which resembled a small mountain, suddenly sprang up from the banks of the Lake of Life.

His enormous eyes were bloodshot with terror.

Just an incense stick's time ago, he had been mocking that Dark Demon Evil God Tiger for being captured to pull a cart.

He had even felt fortunate that he had not been chosen.

Yet, retribution had arrived so swiftly; the sickle of the Sky Screen was now pressed directly against his throat.

"Roar!"

Er Ming hammered his chest frantically, his muscles bulging as he attempted to resist the suction descending from the sky with his formidable 100,000-year-old physique.

But the red beam of light, once it landed on him, seemed welded in place.

No matter how he struggled or roared, his body began to turn ethereal, bit by bit.

In the lake, the Azure Bull Python, Da Ming, rolled frantically in the water, kicking up waves dozens of meters high, yet he could only watch helplessly as his brother was swallowed by the beam, unable to offer any assistance.

[Third: Spirit Hall, Elder, Ghost Douluo Ghost! Cultivation: Level 95 Titled Douluo.]

As this line appeared, the Pope Palace in Spirit City was instantly plunged into a chorus of gasps.

The black mist that perpetually shrouded Ghost began to churn violently, like boiling water.

His pale face, which had been hidden in the shadows for years, was finally exposed to the air.

It was filled with deep bitterness.

"Ghost!"

Bibi Dong, who had just been thoroughly shaken by Yue Guan's fate, stood up abruptly, her scepter creaking in her grip.

Ghost offered a bitter smile, glancing first at the high-and-mighty Pope, then at the Angel Statue outside the great hall.

"Your Holiness, I fear this subordinate will not be able to serve you in this life any longer."

Ghost's voice was terrifyingly hoarse, permeated with the desolation of one settling their final affairs.

He had seen with his own eyes how Yue Guan was reduced to sweeping floors for others in that world.

As a Title Douluo who cultivated a dark-attribute martial soul, he had no idea what kind of demonic heretic he would be branded as, or how easily he would be crushed, once he arrived in a place teeming with immortals.

A red light descended, and Ghost's figure vanished from the hall in an instant.

[Fourth: Heaven Dou Empire, Soto City, wealthy merchant Qian Baiwan! Soul power: None.]

The name seemed rather unremarkable.

In the image, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly was sprawled inside his own underground vault.

He buried his entire face in a pile of glittering gold coins, his fat trembling uncontrollably.

"My money, my money..."

Qian Baiwan wept, his face covered in tears and snot, his chubby hands clutching the coins for dear life.

For an ordinary merchant without even a shred of soul power, being transported to that high-dimensional world meant he didn't even qualify to be cannon fodder; it was a certain death sentence with no hope of survival.

Four names had been announced in succession.

The air on the Douluo Continent had grown heavy to the point of suffocation.

Everyone stared intently at the final screen that had yet to light up, their throats parched.

On the Shrek Academy playground, Tang San took a deep breath, preparing to turn and comfort Xiao Wu.

Suddenly, the final beam of red light exploded across the Sky Screen.

The fifth line of blood-red text, carrying a tone that bordered on mockery, was clearly branded into the eyes of every teacher and student at Shrek Academy.

[Fifth: Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy, Master of Theory Yu Xiaogang! Cultivation: Level 29 Great Soul Master.]

This line of text struck like a bolt of lightning, crashing directly onto the heads of everyone at Shrek.

"Teacher!"

Tang San's eyes widened, and he let out a cry of horror.

Yu Xiaogang had been leaning against a wooden post, but the moment he saw his name on the Sky Screen, he felt the world go black. His legs lost all sensation, and he collapsed into the mud with a dull thud.

"No, it's impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang's mouth hung open like a fish out of water, gasping for air.

His face, usually stiff and stern, was now twisted in agony.

Only moments ago, he had been praying frantically that he would not be chosen.

His "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls," which he took such pride in, were worth less than nothing in that immortal-cultivation world.

His failed mutation of a martial soul, Luo Sanpao, could barely knock out a few ten-year soul beasts with its farts.

If he went to that Renegade Immortal World, where people moved mountains and refined planets, he wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth!

"San, Flender, save me! Save me!"

In an instant, Yu Xiaogang completely broke down. All dignity as an elder and all pretense as a master of theory were cast to the winds.

He reached out, clawing desperately at the mud, trying to grab hold of Tang San's pant leg.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. He lunged forward, channeling his Mysterious Jade Hand, and grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arm with all his might, trying to pull him out of the red pillar of light.

But the power of the rules contained within that red light was not something human strength could resist.

Tang San felt an irresistible repulsive force; his hands slipped, and he was sent stumbling back several steps, his blood churning.

Flender and Zhao Wuji were also sweating profusely, but they could only watch helplessly as the red light completely engulfed Yu Xiaogang.

"Xiaogang!"

Accompanied by the powerless cries of the crowd, a flash of red light signaled the end. Yu Xiaogang's frail body, along with the other four explorers, vanished completely from the Douluo Continent.

Above, the five screens on the Sky Screen began to flicker simultaneously.

The transmission process was swift.

After a brief moment of dizziness, the spectators of the Douluo Continent hurriedly cast their gazes toward the screens, eager to see where these five individuals had been sent.

The members of Shrek Academy, in particular, all had their hearts in their throats, staring intently at the screen belonging to Yu Xiaogang.

The image gradually became clear.

Yu Xiaogang felt the world spinning, and then his body slammed heavily into a patch of soft mud that emitted a peculiar odor.

He was left dazed and dizzy, his head spinning.

After a long while, he managed to open his eyes with difficulty and pushed himself up from the ground with his hands.

The moment he sat up, he felt that something was wrong.

The sensation against his palms was slimy.

He looked down and saw his hands pressed into a patch of dark brown mud.

The air was filled with an indescribable, fishy stench.

It didn't smell like the bloody scent of a wild beast, but rather like animal feces mixed with fermented fodder.

"Where is this..."

Yu Xiaogang fought back the nausea rising in his stomach and stood up, steadying himself against a wooden fence nearby.

He looked around and discovered he was inside a massive, circular shed.

The roof of the shed was covered in hay that emitted a faint, spiritual glow, and it was enclosed by a ring of thick wooden stakes.

It looked exactly like a farmer's livestock pen, magnified countless times.

Just as Yu Xiaogang felt a chill run down his spine and prepared to carefully investigate his surroundings, a dull sound suddenly came from behind him.

"Snort, snort..."

The sound was somewhat familiar, much like the noise a domestic animal makes while eating.

But in this eerie place, the sound was magnified more than ten times, echoing like muffled thunder or beating drums.

Every hair on Yu Xiaogang's body stood on end.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, stiffened his neck, and turned around bit by bit.

When he saw the scene behind him, he felt his heart stop beating for a moment.

In the dark corner behind him lay a behemoth the size of a small hill.

It was a pig.

A black pig covered in long, coarse black hair, with two massive tusks curving upward like scimitars.

The size of this black pig was a full circle larger than the thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear in the Star Dou Great Forest!

Across its black-furred back, a faint layer of red spiritual energy pulsed rhythmically.

At this moment, the black pig had its massive snout buried in a stone trough, chewing loudly on something.

Hearing the movement of Yu Xiaogang turning around, the giant black pig stopped chewing.

It slowly raised its massive head, and two eyes, each the size of a lantern and glowing with an eerie red light, stared straight at Yu Xiaogang.

"Snort!"

The black pig exhaled a blast of scorching white air from its nostrils, carrying a thick, fishy stench that hit Yu Xiaogang directly in the face.

The hot, foul-smelling air, heavy with the scent of fermented fodder, sprayed onto Yu Xiaogang's face, nearly knocking him unconscious on the spot.

His strength drained away as if he had been hollowed out; his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto his backside in the dark brown mud.

The black pig was simply too massive.

Even just lying there, the shadow it cast completely engulfed Yu Xiaogang.

In particular, its red-glowing eyes looked like two large lanterns, filled with the raw, irritable greed unique to a wild beast.

"Don't... don't come over here!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice became sharp and shrill from extreme terror, his voice cracking.

At this life-or-death moment, all the theoretical knowledge he took such pride in was frightened right out of his mind.

Driven by instinct, he frantically formed hand seals in front of his chest, channeling the pitifully small amount of soul power he possessed as a level 29 Great Soul Master.

"Fart like thunder, blast the heavens and split the earth, Luo Sanpao!"

Accompanied by this slightly ridiculous summoning chant, a pale yellow light ignited in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Immediately after, a purple creature that looked like a cross between a pig and a dog, no larger than a common mutt, landed in the mud with a "plop."

The moment Luo Sanpao appeared, it habitually wagged its short tail, preparing to strike a majestic pose.

However, when it raised its head and locked eyes with the mountain-sized black boar, Luo Sanpao's large blue eyes instantly widened in shock.

The short purple fur all over its body stood on end like a startled cat.

"Luo... Luo..."

Luo Sanpao let out a whimper so faint it was almost inaudible, its body trembling like a sieve.

Two streams of yellow liquid trickled down its hind legs; it had been scared into wetting itself.

The massive black pig opposite it looked at Luo Sanpao on the ground, a flicker of confusion crossing its eyes.

It seemed unable to comprehend how such a tiny creature had dropped out of thin air.

The black pig leaned its enormous snout forward and sniffed the still-shivering Luo Sanpao.

Then, the black pig snorted in disdain, exhaling a powerful gust of air that sent Luo Sanpao tumbling a dozen times through the mud, rolling all the way to Yu Xiaogang's feet.

The energy fluctuations on this little thing were too weak; it wasn't even worth getting stuck between its teeth.

The black pig didn't even have the interest to eat it, burying its head back into the stone trough to continue chewing heartily.

Watching his pride and joy of a martial soul fail to even whet the appetite of the creature before him, the final line of defense in Yu Xiaogang's heart completely collapsed.

Now, he only wanted to escape.

He scrambled backward on his hands and feet through the foul-smelling mud, desperate to get as far away from this terrifying monster as possible.

Just then, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The sound was dull and powerful, as if someone were beating a massive war drum.

With every tremor, Yu Xiaogang felt his heart leap in his chest.

He turned his head in terror to look toward the entrance of the livestock shed.

A shadow, so tall it was suffocating, blocked the light from outside.

It was a giant standing over three zhang tall.

His upper body was bare, his muscles bulging like rocks, his skin a bronze color covered in strange black patterns.

The giant wore a tattered animal hide around his waist and carried a massive wooden bucket, several times larger than a water vat, in his hand.

With every step he took, his enormous feet landed on the ground with a dull, thunderous boom.

The Troll Race!

This was a formidable race from the Renegade Immortal World's Vermilion Bird Planet, renowned for their body refinement and boundless strength.