Soul Sect Unleashed! The Cultivation World is Nothing Special?

The sky darkened in an instant.

Yet the entire Douluo Continent fell silent.

Spirit Hall, Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong could not help rising to her feet, clenching her delicate hand.

"Ins... instant kill?!"

Beside her, Chrysanthemum Douluo was somewhat unable to react.

"Your Holiness, that man standing on the sword just now..."

"When he killed Li Si, he did not use any martial soul at all!"

"That small silver sword looked more like some kind of refined weapon!"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong took a deep breath as well, forcibly suppressing the shock in her heart.

She understood that the young man who had casually instant-killed a Grand Soul Master and flown on a sword was definitely not the strongest person in that world. He might even have been merely a low-ranking disciple!

Because that person had just mentioned the words Covering Moon Sect!

A disciple casually sent out by a sect could already achieve such a feat.

Then what about that sect's elders?

Its sect master?

And this seemed to be only the human realm?

What about the people of the so-called spirit realm and immortal realm?

At the same time, Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang's face had turned the color of pig liver.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..." Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled as he kept backing away.

"Without a martial soul, how could he possibly wield such powerful strength?"

"What principle did that flying sword operate on?"

"This makes no sense!"

"Damn it, it must be some kind of trick!"

"Teacher..." Tang San looked at the emotionally collapsing Yu Xiaogang. He opened his mouth, but could not say a word.

Outsiders watched for spectacle; experts watched for the finer details.

As a master of hidden weapons, Tang San understood better than anyone just how terrifying that strike had been.

The speed and piercing power of that silver sword had already far surpassed the killing range of the Tang Sect's finest hidden weapons!

Even more terrifying was that the opponent could control that sword from afar as easily as moving his own arm!

"If I had faced that sword..."

Tang San simulated it in his mind, but the conclusion he reached left him feeling somewhat despairing.

He could not block it!

Whether it was Mystic Jade Hand or Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, neither would likely be enough.

Just then, the image in the sky lit up once more.

[Live broadcast perspective has switched.]

[Current target locked: Star Luo Empire, Level 42 Soul Ancestor, Zhao Hei.]

In the image.

It was a rather remote wilderness marketplace.

The surrounding market consisted of crude stone houses and wooden sheds, while quite a few people dressed in ancient-style robes moved through the streets.

As the sky's viewpoint drew closer, the people of the Douluo Continent could clearly see faint energy fluctuations circulating around these people.

Zhao Hei, a Level 42 agility-attack battle Soul Ancestor, stood at the edge of the marketplace.

He was extremely thin, and his eyes carried the ruthless ferocity cultivated through years of brutal competition in the Star Luo Empire.

"So this is the mortal cultivation world?"

Zhao Hei narrowed his eyes, covertly surveying his surroundings.

Unlike Li Si before him, he did not shout and make a fuss. Instead, he cautiously sensed the auras of the people around him.

Very quickly, his furrowed brow relaxed, and a cold smile even curled across his lips.

Because he discovered that the energy fluctuations on the so-called cultivators walking around this market were pitifully weak.

By Douluo Continent standards, most of them were only equivalent to Soul Masters in their teens, while the better ones were merely comparable to Grand Soul Masters.

There wasn't even a single Soul Elder-level cultivator!

"Looks like this world of mortal cultivation isn't crawling with monsters who can fly through the heavens and vanish into the earth after all."

Zhao Hei felt greatly reassured.

Just then, his Star Luo Empire combat attire, so out of place amid the surroundings, naturally drew the attention of several independent cultivators in the market.

Three independent cultivators in gray robes exchanged glances and approached Zhao Hei with unfriendly expressions, surrounding him.

In their eyes, there was not the slightest trace of spiritual power fluctuations on Zhao Hei's body. He was clearly either a mortal who had wandered in by mistake or a fat sheep who had cultivated some sort of concealment technique.

"Kid, you don't look familiar."

The scar-faced independent cultivator in the lead sneered as he looked Zhao Hei up and down.

"Do you know the rules of Tai'nan Market? Outsiders have to hand over ten low-grade spirit stones as a toll, or don't blame us for getting rough."

As he spoke, a blazing fireball materialized out of thin air in the scar-faced man's hand.

This was precisely the Fireball Technique, the basic spell most commonly used by Qi Refinement cultivators in the human realm!

At the sight of this, the Douluo audience beyond the screen all held their breath.

Li Si had just been instantly killed by someone without a martial soul. Would Zhao Hei meet the same fate now?

Yet Zhao Hei merely curled his lip disdainfully at the fireball before him.

"With heat this weak, you dare come out and embarrass yourself?"

The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Hei's gaze abruptly changed.

"Martial Soul, possess me!"

With a low shout, the phantom of a pitch-black Shadow Panther flashed behind Zhao Hei and vanished.

Immediately afterward, four soul rings in the optimal configuration—two yellow and two purple—rose one after another from beneath his feet!

The aura of a four-ringed Soul Ancestor erupted without reservation at that moment.

"What the hell is that?!"

The three independent cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refinement froze on the spot. When had they ever seen a cultivation technique that produced rings of light beneath one's feet?

Before they could react, Zhao Hei moved.

How fast was an agility-type Soul Ancestor? Without high-grade magical artifacts or defensive formations to protect them, Qi Refinement cultivators were as fragile as paper!

"Third Soul Skill, Shadow Assault!"

The purple soul ring blazed brightly.

Zhao Hei turned into a black afterimage, instantly crossing more than ten meters and charging straight before the scar-faced man.

Crack!

A crisp sound of shattering bone rang out.

Zhao Hei's right hand transformed into sharp panther claws and mercilessly crushed the scar-faced man's throat.

The fireball he had just formed vanished into the air with its master's death before it could even be thrown.

"Big Brother!"

The other two independent cultivators were scared out of their wits. They staggered backward and hurriedly pulled two low-grade talismans from their robes, intending to fight back.

But Zhao Hei gave them no chance.

His body twisted strangely in place, and his legs suddenly exerted force, sweeping heavily into the other two men's chests in rapid succession.

Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by two dull impacts, the two independent cultivators were kicked seven or eight meters away. Their chests caved in, and they died on the spot.

Less than three breaths had passed.

Three Qi Refinement cultivators had been cleanly and decisively instant-killed by a level-42 Soul Ancestor from Douluo Continent!

For a moment, the cultivators who had been watching from around the market all sucked in cold breaths and hurriedly backed away, their eyes filled with fear.

"Th-this... what kind of cultivation technique is that?"

"There are no spiritual power fluctuations, yet his physical explosive strength is so terrifying. Could he be some senior body cultivator at the Core Formation stage pretending to be weak?"

"Run, run! Don't provoke this senior!"

Listening to the terrified discussions of the surrounding cultivators and watching their fleeing backs, Zhao Hei slowly withdrew his martial soul.

Then he bent down and tore three palm-sized bags from the waists of the three dead independent cultivators.

He did not know what they were, but his instincts told him they were good things.

With a slight tug, the bags tore open, spilling out more than a dozen crystalline stones brimming with dense spiritual energy, along with several worn books.

Zhao Hei gripped one of the stones and felt an incomparably pure stream of energy flow into his body through his palm. It even caused the soul power that had long been stagnant to loosen slightly.

"Treasure! This is definitely a top-tier cultivation resource!"

A glint of greed flashed through Zhao Hei's eyes, and he could not help throwing his head back in laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"What high-dimensional world? What world of mortal cultivation? As a Soul Ancestor here, I can still kill, rob, and lord it over everyone!"