Core Formation Stage vs. Soul Sect!

However, when that seemingly insignificant stream of green air truly came into contact with his body.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any dazzling flash from a clash of soul power.

Only a faint sound, like porcelain shattering, came from the scene.

"Crack."

Huyan Lie's pride, the Mammoth Golden Body, collapsed instantly without even lasting half a breath.

Immediately afterward, his hulking, mountain-of-flesh body turned into powder inch by inch, from head to toe.

A gentle breeze passed by, and the wilderness was left completely empty.

It was as if Huyan Lie had never existed at all.

Meanwhile, the thousand-zhang monstrous bird in the sky never even lowered its head for a glance. It continued leisurely flying into the distance.

That wisp of airflow had merely been a trace of wind accidentally shed when it flapped its wings.

Across Douluo Continent, the celebratory atmosphere among the major powers vanished in an instant.

Heaven Dou City, within the Elephant Armored Sect.

Sect Master Huyan Zhen's legs went weak, and he slumped straight into his chair, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

"Gone... he's gone?"

He could not believe his eyes.

A Soul King with defensive power comparable to a Soul Sage had not even touched a single feather of the other party before being blown into powder by a gust of wind?

What was this supposed to mean?

Spirit Hall, Elders Hall.

Qian Daoliu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally opened them. A trace of unprecedented shock flashed through his golden pupils.

"Grand Worshiper, did you see it clearly?" Golden Crocodile Douluo swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.

Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head, his expression grave to the extreme.

"There was no soul power fluctuation, nor any trace of laws."

"That giant beast did not even attack. It was merely the gale stirred up by its flight."

"If I were facing that monstrous bird..." Qian Daoliu paused, his tone somewhat bitter.

"I'm afraid I wouldn't even have a chance to run."

As soon as those words were spoken, every Titled Douluo in the Elders Hall sucked in a cold breath.

Even a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo admitted he was no match?

Just how terrifying was this so-called Spirit Realm?

[Level 55 Soul King Huyan Lie has died.]

[Cause of death: Unable to withstand the spatial gravity pressure of the Spirit Realm, and struck by the residual shockwave of the protective astral wind of the Void Refinement-stage spirit bird, the Azure Fire Luan.]

[Survival time: Thirty seconds.]

[Due to the excessively high danger level of this world, the Spirit Realm livestream view is temporarily closed.]

As the voice faded, the light screen on the right slowly dimmed.

Yet the shock it had left upon the people of Douluo Continent remained like raging waves, refusing to subside for a long time.

A Void Refinement-stage spirit bird? An Azure Fire Luan? Residual shockwaves from its protective astral wind?

Merely the aftershock had left a Soul King without even a scrap remaining.

If that spirit bird had truly launched an attack, would it not have been able to erase all of Spirit City from the map in an instant?

At that moment, the enormous heavenly curtain merged once more. The image again filled with the marketplace where Zhao Hei was, creating a stark contrast.

On the light screen, Zhao Hei had his arms around two trembling female rogue cultivators. Holding a piece of roasted meat, he ate until his mouth was dripping with grease.

He even had one leg crossed over the other, humming a little tune from the Star Luo Empire, completely unaware of the terrifying despair that his compatriot in another dimension had just suffered.

The viewers of Douluo Continent felt a chill run through their hearts as they watched this scene.

Within Shrek Academy, the atmosphere had turned incomparably grave.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others all shrank their necks back, no longer possessing the eager impulse to give it a try from earlier.

"Teacher..." Tang San took a deep breath and turned to Yu Xiaogang, his voice somewhat dry.

"This Spirit Realm seems to be an entirely different concept from the human world where Zhao Hei is."

Yu Xiaogang's face alternated between green and pale. He coughed twice, forcibly maintaining the dignity of a master.

"Don't panic."

With his hands behind his back, Yu Xiaogang took two steps beneath the tree, his mind racing as he tried to use his theories to explain the unbelievable scene before them.

"The heavenly curtain already explained it. The main reason Huyan Lie died was that he could not withstand the so-called spatial gravity pressure."

"This shows that the place called the Spirit Realm has an exceptionally harsh environment, with gravity far exceeding that of the Douluo Continent."

"As for that giant bird, its size is indeed enormous, but being big doesn't mean everything."

"Huyan Lie was merely unlucky and got ambushed by the bird's gale force."

At this point, Yu Xiaogang regained his confident demeanor and pointed at Zhao Hei on the screen.

"Look at Zhao Hei. Isn't he doing perfectly fine?"

"The heavens divided this world into the Human Realm, Spirit Realm, and Immortal Realm."

"Clearly, the Human Realm is the place best suited for us soul masters to explore."

"As long as we are lucky enough to be transported to the Human Realm, our soul master system will still hold an absolute advantage!"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, everyone from Shrek exchanged glances. Though they found his reasoning somewhat forced, they still breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After all, Zhao Hei truly was throwing his weight around in the Human Realm.

Tang San nodded to himself as well.

Teacher was right. Seeking fortune and avoiding disaster was the fundamental survival rule of soul masters.

As long as he operated in the Human Realm and did not blindly provoke the powerful figures of major factions, he could surely thrive with the Tang Sect's supreme techniques.

However, at that moment, the scene on the screen suddenly changed.

A middle-aged man in a green robe, with an ordinary-looking face, suddenly entered the marketplace where Zhao Hei was.

The man appeared utterly unremarkable, with no particularly imposing aura about him, like nothing more than an ordinary passerby.

Yet the instant he stepped into the marketplace, the independent cultivators at the Qi Refining stage who had been setting up stalls and wandering the streets lowered their heads as though mice had seen a cat, respectfully retreating to either side of the road.

They did not even dare breathe loudly.

Zhao Hei, who had been drinking with a female cultivator in his arms, also noticed the commotion outside.

He shoved the woman from his embrace aside and swaggered out of the stone house, staring at the middle-aged man with an unfriendly gaze.

"Hey, newcomer?"

Zhao Hei sneered. Relying on his strength as a four-ring Soul Ancestor, he did not take the other man seriously at all.

Over the past half-day, he had already figured out this marketplace.

Although the people here could wield fire and water, their bodies were laughably fragile, and they were astonishingly slow.

As long as he got close, no matter what spell they used, he could crush it all with a single claw.

With that thought, Zhao Hei rolled his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds.

"Dressed like that, you should have quite a few good things on you, right?"

"According to the rules, hand over your storage pouch first and let me inspect it. Otherwise..."

Before Zhao Hei could finish, the ordinary-looking middle-aged man stopped walking.

The man slowly raised his head, his eyes indifferent.

"Rules?"

The man smiled faintly. To the surrounding independent cultivators, however, that smile made their entire bodies tremble in terror.

Because they knew that this senior in green was a lofty Core Formation cultivator!