Chi Hu!

Sun Tai reached out and patted a black leather bag at his waist.

"Demon Child, come out!"

A puff of black smoke drifted out of the bag, twisting a few times in mid-air before transforming into a naked three-year-old boy.

This little boy was covered in black scales, his eyes completely black with no trace of white visible.

As soon as he appeared, he let out a sharp, giggling laugh.

The laughter sounded like fingernails scraping across a metal pot, making everyone uncomfortable.

The Demon Child also exuded an energy fluctuation that made one's heart palpitate, no weaker than Sun Tai's!

"Go, smash that ice bed for me!" Sun Tai pointed at the Cold Jade Bed behind Zhou Yi and gave the order.

The Demon Child let out a strange laugh, turning into a black shadow and charging forward.

As he flew, he waved his little hands in the air, summoning purple lightning from the sky and transforming it into a net of lightning that descended upon them.

A flicker of anger flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes.

He raised his hand, intending to crush the Demon Child.

But Sun Tai wouldn't stand idly by; he controlled the lightning that filled the sky, sealing off all of Zhou Yi's escape routes.

"Boom!"

A thick bolt of purple lightning grazed Zhou Yi's shoulder and struck the ice, blasting a large pit.

A large section of Zhou Yi's sleeve was scorched, and blood trickled down his arm.

He glanced back at Ting'er, who lay quietly behind him.

The lightning in the valley grew more and more frequent, and the ice mountains on both sides began to collapse on a large scale.

Large chunks of ice fell, and the entire valley was on the verge of being buried.

If they continued to fight here, Ting'er's body would definitely be affected, and might even be destroyed by the violent lightning.

As for Zhou Yi, he could disregard his own life.

But Ting'er absolutely could not be harmed in any way.

"I'll let you go for today."

Zhou Yi said, his voice hoarse.

He waved his large sleeve, and a gentle energy enveloped the entire Cold Jade Bed, along with the female corpse on it, directly retracting it into his storage space.

Then, Zhou Yi transformed into a rainbow, braving the lightning-filled sky, and rapidly fled towards the outside of the valley.

"Trying to run? Leave that Pure Yin Flesh Embryo behind for me!"

Seeing Zhou Yi flee, Sun Tai's greed resurfaced.

He laughed heartily, retracted some of the lightning, and with the Demon Child, rode the damaged Black Wood Coffin in hot pursuit.

This sudden reversal left the viewers on the Douluo Continent stunned.

Just moments ago, they had thought the white-haired man was invincible, capable of shattering treasures with a single finger.

But when that old monster unleashed his power, summoning lightning and a demon, he had directly forced the white-haired man to flee with injuries.

Heaven Dou Empire, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stronghold.

Thunder Hall was silent.

The current clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen, stood at the entrance of the hall, his head tilted back, his eyes fixed on the purple lightning in the light screen.

The lightning-struck wood staff in his hand had a crack in it from his forceful grip.

"Is this the power of lightning?"

Yu Yuanzhen swallowed, his voice trembling with unconcealed emotion.

Their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had always claimed to control the world's strongest lightning power.

But compared to the old monster named Sun Tai on the screen, the sparks they released were like firecrackers played with by children.

That was the lightning of the law, capable of vaporizing snow and ice, capable of splitting entire mountains!

"So, the lightning we've always prided ourselves on is so vulnerable in the face of true heavenly power."

Yu Yuanzhen sighed, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

The atmosphere in the hall was even more oppressive.

The Second Enshrined, Golden Crocodile Douluo, his face shifted between green and white, the hope that had just risen being cruelly crushed by reality.

"That white-haired man escaped..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo gritted his teeth, his face filled with unwillingness.

"The Great Enshrined Elder is still in that old monster's coffin."

"Now the old monster has the upper hand. If he catches up to that man, will the Great Enshrined Elder still have a chance to live?"

Bibi Dong sat on her throne, her brows furrowed.

She looked at the Demon Child on the screen, shuttling through the lightning net, and was secretly amazed.

A little monster summoned casually actually possessed such terrifying combat power.

The foundation of the Renegade Immortal World was truly unfathomable.

Just two people of the same cultivation level fighting could cause such world-ending destruction.

On the screen.

The chase between the two left a long trail across the sky.

Zhou Yi flew ahead. Although his speed was fast, he was injured and had to divide his attention to protect the ice bed in his storage space, making his movements appear somewhat disheveled.

Sun Tai pursued relentlessly, his smile growing more and more unhinged.

"Fellow Daoist, you cannot escape!"

Sun Tai shouted as he controlled the Demon Child to intercept ahead.

Purple lightning exploded continuously in the sky.

Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu, lying in the damaged coffin, was truly suffering.

The coffin lid was leaky, and the residual lightning waves from outside occasionally seeped in through the gaps.

The purple arcs of electricity struck him, not fatally, but they made his whole body numb and his bones ache.

Qian Daoliu lay on the wooden planks, looking at the gaps where light leaked from above, his heart filled with despair.

He, the Angel God's Envoy, had fallen to such a state of being at the mercy of others.

He, a mortal, didn't even have the right to watch the Immortal Battle outside; he could only be shaken in the coffin until he vomited blood.

The image on the Sky Screen, with a ripple-like distortion, slowly changed.

The vast expanse of wind and snow and the ice and snow valley of the Immortal Battle gradually faded from everyone's sight.

In its place came a suffocating stench that could be felt even through the screen.

The scene cut back to the Spirit Beast Pen of the Troll Race.

In the Renegade Immortal World, half a month had quietly passed.

For the past half month, the audience from the Douluo Continent had watched the Sky Screen daily, their emotions fluctuating like a roller coaster.

As for Yu Xiaogang, who was trapped in the Troll Race's pigsty, every day of these past half a month had felt like being fried in a hot oil pan.

The sky was still a dull, overcast color.

The light was dim in the huge livestock pen.

Yu Xiaogang held a wooden shovel, bent over, and slowly pushed the feces excreted by the Black Wind Pigs outward.

His current appearance was even more wretched than half a month ago.

His clothes had long since become rags, barely hanging on his body.

The iron chain around his neck had worn away his skin layer by layer from constant friction.

New wounds bled before the old ones had scabbed over, mixing with the black mud of the pigsty to form a nauseating dark red.

"Clang... clang..."

The iron chain dragged on the muddy ground, making a dull sound.

Yu Xiaogang finished pushing a cart of feces and stopped to catch his breath.

His once stiff face was now so thin that his cheekbones protruded, and his eye sockets were sunken.

But he gritted his teeth and uttered no complaint.

Because he knew that the Troll guard outside had a short temper, and any slight slowness on his part would be met with a beating.

Douluo Continent.

Fasno Province, on the training grounds of Shrek Academy.

Sunlight shone on the muddy ground, bringing a sense of warmth.

But the teachers and students standing here felt no warmth at all.

Tang San clenched his fists, his fingernails digging deeply into the flesh of his palms, a trickle of blood dripping from between his fingers.

He watched the screen in silence, his eyes red.

Xiao Wu beside him gently tugged at his sleeve, her heart aching.

"Brother, don't be like this, your hand is bleeding," Xiao Wu's voice was tinged with a hint of crying.

Tang San shook his head, his gaze not leaving the Sky Screen.

"I'm fine."

Tang San's voice was very low, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Teacher... he suffered."

Flender stood behind them, removed the crystal glasses from the bridge of his nose, and wiped the dust off the lenses with his sleeve, letting out a long sigh.

"Xiao San, think on the bright side."

Flender patted Tang San's shoulder, comforting him.

"At least Xiao Gang is still alive."

"And, he's still holding that Jade Slip with the Cultivation Method."

"As long as he can get through this and master the technique, there will be a day when he can turn things around."

Zhao Wuji nodded along from the side, saying in a gruff voice, "Exactly! Master is smart, he'll definitely be able to master that Breathing Technique!"

Everyone silently cheered for Yu Xiaogang in their hearts, pinning all their hopes on that broken Jade Slip.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong sat regally on the Pope's throne, her exquisite face betraying little emotion.

But the fingers gripping her scepter were slightly pale.

She looked at the man covered in mud on the screen, her eyes complex.

"Half a month."

Bibi Dong murmured softly.

"The environment in that world is so harsh, and he, a Great Soul Master of level twenty-nine, actually managed to endure it."

Golden Crocodile Douluo, standing below, snorted with a hint of disdain.

"What kind of endurance is this?"

"Acting like a lackey every day, serving a pig, I would have smashed my head against a pillar long ago if I had to live like that with no dignity."

Bibi Dong ignored Golden Crocodile Douluo's complaint.

She knew Yu Xiaogang's personality well.

This man valued theory and face above all else. The fact that he could endure such humiliation now must be because he still had a burning ambition in his heart.

An ambition to prove himself through the Cultivation Method.

In the Sky Screen's display, time passed quickly.

Night fell.

The Troll Race's camp grew quiet.

The Livestock Pen was dimly lit, with only a torch burning in the corner, casting a faint glow.

The enormous Black Wind Pig, having eaten its fill, lay on a pile of hay, snoring loudly.

Yu Xiaogang waited for a long time, and after confirming there were no footsteps outside.

He slowly shifted his body, leaning against a wooden pillar to sit down.

He formed a hand seal, and a faint yellow light flashed.

Luo Sanpao was summoned.

The little creature had also thinned considerably over the past half-month. It lay by Yu Xiaogang's leg, letting out a few listless cries.

Yu Xiaogang stroked Luo Sanpao's head.

"Sanpao, cover for me."

He whispered the command.

Luo Sanpao seemed to understand its master's intention. It turned around, presenting its rear towards the entrance of the Livestock Pen, ready to fart and create a diversion to mask Yu Xiaogang's cultivation.

Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath and began to recall the "Basic Qi Condensation and Breathing" from the broken Jade Slip in his mind.

He had been secretly practicing every night for the past half-month.

Although his meridians had been excruciatingly painful from the spiritual energy rushing through them at first, he had gritted his teeth and persevered.

Hard work paid off.

After countless failures.

Tonight, a subtle change finally occurred within his body.

A faint, cool breath, amidst the turbid, foul air around, seeped into his meridians with his every inhale.

This cool breath meandered through his meridians, finally converging at his dantian.

Slowly.

A transparent wisp of spiritual energy, no thicker than a strand of hair, took shape within his dantian!

Though it was but a minuscule trace of spiritual energy, not even enough to count as the first layer of Qi Condensation.

For Yu Xiaogang, this was an earth-shattering breakthrough!

He abruptly opened his eyes, a fanatical gleam erupting from their depths.

"It's done!"

Yu Xiaogang roared inwardly.

He felt that although this wisp of spiritual energy was delicate, the energy level it contained was several tiers higher than his previous level twenty-nine soul power.

The wondrous sensation of vitality, as if it could connect heaven and earth, made him feel utterly buoyant.

"Hahahaha!"

Yu Xiaogang laughed wildly in his heart, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curling upwards.

"I truly am a genius!"

"In this world without soul power limitations, I, Yu Xiaogang, can finally shed the title of trash!"

He lowered his head to look at the wrought iron chain around his neck.

The chain, which had felt impossibly heavy before, now seemed like a fragile noodle in his eyes.

Arrogance surged within him like wild grass.

"As long as I concentrate this wisp of spiritual energy on my neck,"

Yu Xiaogang schemed inwardly.

"Using the sharpness of the Cultivation Method, I can surely shatter this lock."

"Once I regain my freedom, I'll find a secluded deep mountain and hide away for ten to eight years."

"Then, that ogre who treated me like a slave, I'll make him kneel and beg me!"

The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the more excited he became. He even began to fantasize about becoming a high-level cultivator and unifying the Douluo Continent.

Outside the Sky Screen.

The viewers of the Douluo Continent also grew excited as they saw the wisp of spiritual energy appear in Yu Xiaogang's dantian.

A cheer erupted from the training grounds of Shrek Academy.

"Master succeeded!"

Ma Hongjun exclaimed, clapping his hands excitedly.

"See! Master isn't just invincible in theory; he's also a martial prodigy in this cultivation world!"

Oscar nodded repeatedly, his face full of anticipation.

"As long as Master can break the chains and escape, our Douluo Continent will have a foothold in that world."

Tang San's eyes welled up slightly. He looked at his teacher on the screen, filled with pride.

"Teacher, I knew you could do it," Tang San whispered.

Spirit City.

Bibi Dong watched the screen, a faint smile involuntarily appearing on her lips.

"This fellow actually managed to figure something out."

Although surprised, Bibi Dong also felt a trace of apprehension towards the magic of the Cultivation Method.

A martial soul that had been useless for half a lifetime could be revitalized by a broken Jade Slip.

If such a method were to spread to the Douluo Continent, it would undoubtedly cause a bloody storm.

On the screen.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, preparing to act.

He closed his eyes, carefully guiding the hair-thin wisp of spiritual energy in his dantian, moving it slowly upwards along his meridians.

His target was the wrought iron lock on his neck.

Just as this wisp of spiritual energy was about to reach his neck.

Suddenly.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Thud!"

A heavy, rhythmic sound of footsteps approached from outside the livestock pen.

These footsteps were completely different from those of the guard who usually watched over him.

They were far more steady, and with every step that landed, a slight tremor shook the ground, causing dust to rain down from the thatched roof.

Yu Xiaogang felt a jolt of alarm and hurriedly ceased his efforts to channel his spiritual energy.

He opened his eyes and looked toward the entrance with bated breath.

He saw the Troll Race man who usually beat and berated him walking in front, bowing and scraping like a servant leading the way.

"Young Clan Chief, please, watch your step, this way."

The man's voice was filled with reverence and obsequiousness.

Immediately after, a figure so tall it felt suffocating stepped into the dim livestock pen.

It was an adult male of the Troll Race.

He stood over four zhang tall, and as he stood in the pen, his head nearly brushed the hay-covered ceiling.

His upper body was bare, his muscles bulging like solid, jagged rocks.

What was most chilling were the dense, blood-red totems etched across his skin.

These totems seemed alive, writhing slowly across his flesh and radiating a scorching heat.

He simply stood there, and the air around him began to warp slightly under the sheer pressure of his immense vitality.

The Young Clan Chief of the Troll Race, Chi Hu!