Su Yuntao Falls, Human-Faced Demon Spider Descends!

Bibi Dong gripped her golden scepter tightly, her long, slender fingers turning white at the knuckles from the force.

Below the steps, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Ghost knelt on one knee, a fine layer of sweat already seeping from their foreheads.

"Two Elders, did you see the movements of that young man clearly?" Bibi Dong's voice echoed through the grand hall, carrying an oppressive weight that commanded awe without anger.

Yue Guan swallowed hard, emboldened himself to look up, his thin, high-pitched voice sounding somewhat unsteady: "Reporting to Your Majesty the Pope, this subordinate... this subordinate saw it very clearly."

"That disciple of the Hengyue Sect truly possessed not a single shred of spirit power fluctuation within his body."

"That wooden sword being able to fly seems to rely entirely on a type of energy within him that we have never seen before."

"And..." Yue Guan paused, his tone becoming even more reverent.

"Su Yuntao is, at the very least, a Great Spirit Master; his physical defense after his martial soul avatar is not weak."

"Yet, that wooden sword, which didn't even have a sharpened edge, was able to pierce through his skull as if it were cutting through tofu."

"Such penetrating power is truly inconceivable."

Ghost, standing to the side, chimed in upon hearing this: "Your Majesty the Pope, the cause of death given by the Sky Screen was the piercing of the soul by a flying sword."

"My own martial soul leans toward the cold and spectral; I could feel that the moment Su Yuntao was struck, his mental world completely collapsed."

"The methods of that Cultivation World are simply impossible to guard against."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong slowly descended the steps, her luxurious gown trailing across the polished marble floor.

"A fine Cultivation World, a fine Hengyue Sect."

"No need to hunt spirit beasts to obtain spirit rings, no need to endure the backlash of spirit ring age limits; they can kill from a distance simply by relying on their own bodies to absorb this so-called spiritual energy."

"Such a cultivation technique is simply too terrifying."

"I only wonder if the supreme experts of that world can surpass the Titled Douluos of our world."

Having said this, she stopped and stared at the two Titled Douluos with eyes like torches.

"Convey this Seat's decree!"

"Immediately mobilize all ancient books and documents in Spirit Hall; search for any information regarding cultivation, flying swords, or Qi condensation."

"Even if it is only a fragment of a myth or legend, you must dig it out for this Seat!"

"Beyond the Douluo Continent, there actually hides such a vast, high-dimensional world."

"If one could master that power known as cultivation, then the God Realm... what would it even amount to?"

Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy.

The atmosphere on the playground was particularly absurd at this moment.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over everyone, yet it could not dispel the chill in their hearts.

Dai Mubai, who had just been sneering at the Sky Screen world, now had an expression as stiff as dried orange peel.

He opened his mouth, only to find his throat so dry he couldn't make a sound.

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he fell onto his backside, his layers of fat trembling uncontrollably.

"This... how is this possible?" Oscar rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling.

"That was a Great Spirit Master! He didn't even have time to fully utilize his martial soul before he was poked to death by a piece of broken wooden junk that could fly on its own?"

Tang San stood in the crowd, his hands stealthily reaching toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

Controlling objects from a distance? Even the top-tier techniques recorded in the Hundred Secrets of Hidden Weapons require the use of specially crafted thousand-jin silk for guidance.

Yet that youth controlled the wooden sword entirely out of thin air.

The speed was so fast that even my Purple Demon Eye could only capture a blurred afterimage.

Tang San compared them in his mind.

If that sword were aimed at me, could I dodge it?

The answer is... no.

Unless I could cultivate the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step to its absolute peak, perhaps I might have a sliver of a chance.

Just as the students were sinking into panic and self-doubt, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang suddenly coughed heavily twice, breaking the heavy tension in the air.

He stood with his hands behind his back, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and replaced his expression with one of unfathomable depth.

"What are you panicking about? Losing your composure at the sight of something unknown is a great taboo for a spirit master."

Having said this, Yu Xiaogang walked slowly in front of the group and tapped his finger against a wooden post nearby to draw everyone's attention.

"You only see the surface, but you fail to look through the phenomena to see the essence."

Hearing this, Flender, standing to the side, pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at his old friend with some helplessness: "Xiaogang, you call this just the surface?"

"The man killed a Great Spirit Master with a flick of his finger; this power system is clearly far stronger than ours."

"Flender, you are still too impetuous." Yu Xiaogang shook his head slightly, revealing a smile of disdain.

"The Sky Screen said that youth was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation; this so-called Cultivation World clearly just has different terminology than ours, that is all."

"In my opinion, this fourth level of Qi Condensation absolutely corresponds to the fortieth-level Soul Ancestor realm of our Douluo Continent!"

"It might even be a fiftieth-level Soul King!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more perfect his deduction seemed, and his voice grew a few decibels louder.

"Look at that young man's age; to reach the Soul Ancestor level at fifteen or sixteen is surely a rare genius even in that world."

"Su Yuntao, a twenty-six-level good-for-nothing, was naturally killed in an instant for provoking a genius Soul Ancestor."

Hearing this, the expressions of Dai Mubai and the others softened slightly.

If the opponent truly was a genius at the Soul Ancestor level, then killing a Great Soul Master in an instant was at least plausible.

"As for that flying sword..."

"That isn't some magical cultivation technique at all, but a special type of external spirit bone!"

"That youth is using his spiritual power to control the spirit bone, manifesting it into the shape of a sword to launch attacks."

"Such tricks have nowhere to hide in front of a true master of theory!"

Tang San listened from the side, his lips moving, but he ultimately swallowed his rebuttal.

For some reason, he felt deep down that his teacher's analysis was riddled with holes.

A young disciple encountered randomly on a mountain path was not only a genius equivalent to a Soul Ancestor, but also possessed a world-rare external spirit bone?

This was far too coincidental.

However, to preserve his teacher's dignity, Tang San nodded respectfully: "Teacher's insights are always so unique. It seems that world is not as invincible as we imagined."

The Sky Screen in the sky did not cease its operation due to the commotion on the Douluo Continent.

Of the three screens, two had already gone dark.

All light and attention finally converged on the last remaining screen.

It was the Star Dou Great Forest, a thousand-year soul beast, the Human-Faced Demon Spider!

Accompanied by a flash of white light, a terrifying spider the size of two carriages slammed directly into a patch of muddy, rotting leaves.

This was an unknown valley in the Renegade Immortal World.

A layer of gray mist drifted through the surroundings year-round, blocking even the sunlight.

The air was filled with a pungent, rotting stench.

For an ordinary person, this place would be impossible to stand in; one breath would likely cause dizziness.

But for a fierce creature like the Human-Faced Demon Spider, which was born with poison, this place felt as comfortable as returning home.

The Human-Faced Demon Spider's eight long legs, sharp as spears, planted themselves firmly into the mud.

The pale human face growing on its abdomen appeared even more hideous at this moment.

It opened its mouth, greedily breathing in the scent of the air.

Although it was only a thousand-year soul beast and not particularly intelligent, its beastly instincts told it that there was an energy in this air that made its entire body feel at ease.

This energy was far denser than the aura in the Star Dou Great Forest.

It even had the illusion that if it stayed here for a while longer and inhaled more of this white mist, its cultivation could easily break through to the ten-thousand-year level.

Thinking of this, the Human-Faced Demon Spider excitedly waved its two front legs, slicing a half-person-tall rock nearby into two halves.

At this very moment, in the deepest part of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The water of the Lake of Life was crystal clear, without a single ripple on its surface.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; those hundred-year and thousand-year soul beasts that usually threw their weight around the forest's perimeter didn't even dare to breathe loudly here.

On an open space by the shore sat a massive ape, its body like a small mountain.

This was one of the forest's overlords, the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, the Titan Giant Ape, Er Ming.

Er Ming was currently tilting his head, his lantern-sized eyes fixed unblinkingly on the Sky Screen above.

"Big Brother, did you see that?"

Er Ming suddenly opened his fang-filled mouth, his voice rolling across the lake like thunder.

"This Sky Screen is actually quite fair; it didn't just choose those cunning humans, it even selected our soul beast clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously calm lake suddenly churned.

Following that, a massive bull's head emerged from the water, sending up a spray of water that filled the sky.

Beneath this bull's head was a thick, serpentine body dozens of meters long, covered in azure scales.

The Azure Bull Python, Da Ming.

Da Ming shook the water droplets from his head, exhaling a puff of white mist from his nostrils.

"I saw it." Da Ming's voice was low, carrying the weight of one who had weathered many ages.

"Although this Human-Faced Demon Spider is merely a junior at the thousand-year level, it frequently slaughters its own kind within our forest, and its reputation is not exactly stellar."

"Yet, at a time like this, it represents our entire soul beast race."

As Da Ming spoke, he shifted his massive body closer to the shore.

"We all saw the fate of those two humans just now."

"That world called Xian Ni is incredibly deep. Any young brat who wanders out of there can instantly kill a Great Spirit Master among humans."

Hearing this, Er Ming let out a huff of disagreement.

"Big Brother, humans are naturally frail. That so-called Great Spirit Master, in my eyes, is just a weakling who couldn't even withstand a single slap from me."

"We soul beasts are different."

"Even though this Human-Faced Demon Spider only has a cultivation of a little over two thousand years, its armored shell and those eight venomous legs are far stronger than a human of the same level."

"I think this little spider might actually live quite comfortably in that valley filled with white mist."

Da Ming nodded slightly, a glimmer of anticipation flashing within his enormous vertical pupils.

"Let us hope so."