The Son of the God of Destruction, One of the Five Great God Kings of the Divine Realm

Inside the grand hall of the Holy Spirit Cult's core forbidden ground, the atmosphere was deathly still.

Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao, and Zhongli Wu—three supreme experts standing at the pinnacle of combat power on the Douluo Continent—fixed their gazes on the young man before them.

Doubt, scrutiny, anticipation, and intense curiosity intertwined in their eyes.

They waited for Li Changsheng to reveal his so-called trump card. They waited for this youth, who spoke such wild words, saw through the Holy Spirit Cult's deepest secrets, and claimed he could overturn the continent's ten-thousand-year order, to present something capable of convincing them.

Under the gaze of the three supreme beings, Li Changsheng sat calmly in his stone chair and slowly raised his right hand without haste.

The young man's fair, slender palm spread open flat.

There was no surging soul power upon it, no soul ring shining, nor any sign of a soul master releasing power.

It looked utterly ordinary, as though he had merely raised his hand casually.

But the next second—

Buzz!

A terrifying energy far beyond every power system of the lower realm, incomparably pure and supremely exalted, suddenly erupted from his palm and swept outward!

Orthodox destruction divine power—black yet untainted, domineering yet not violent—burst forth like an abyss sealed for countless ages being suddenly unbound, instantly filling the entire sinister and majestic demonic hall!

This was not the sinister baleful aura of evil soul masters, not the savage ferocity of soul beasts, and even less the soul power fluctuations of human soul masters.

This was the supreme divine power born from the pinnacle of the Great Dao, governing the extinction of all things and commanding the collapse of heaven and earth!

The entire hall violently trembled at once. The demonic rock patterns along the four walls flickered wildly, on the verge of shattering.

The dark baleful aura, evil power, and vicious energy that had circulated through the hall for centuries melted away, submitted, and vanished before that wisp of pure divine power like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun!

Vast, boundless, ancient, noble!

An overwhelming pressure instantly crushed down upon the souls of the three people present!

At that moment, Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, and Zhongli Wu all shuddered violently. Their bodies stiffened instinctively as extreme terror and disbelief surged from the depths of their souls, every hair on their bodies standing on end!

Palpitations!

Bone-deep palpitations!

Fear!

The instinctive fear living beings felt toward a supreme deity!

All three were among the greatest existences of the current age.

Zhongli Wu was a Rank 98 Titled Douluo and the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. He commanded countless evil disciples and had few rivals across the continent.

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao were even Rank 99 Ultimate Douluo.

They stood at the endpoint of mortal power, touching upon the laws of heaven and earth. They were the most powerful living beings on the entire Douluo Continent!

Logically speaking, with their knowledge, cultivation, and foundations, there should no longer have been any power in the lower realm capable of making them fearful—much less making their souls tremble in instinctive terror.

For mortal power, no matter how far it was pushed, ultimately had its limits.

Yet the power spreading from the youth's palm transcended laws, transcended soul power, and transcended the limits of this world!

It was pure to the point of holiness, terrifying to the point of vastness, and domineering enough to drive one into despair!

It belonged to no power system whatsoever on the Douluo Continent!

"Wh... what kind of power is this?!"

A towering wave crashed through Long Xiaoyao's heart. The composure he had maintained through centuries of life shattered completely, leaving only horror in his eyes.

The amusement and scrutiny on Ye Xishui's stunning face vanished completely, replaced by extreme gravity and shock. Her heart clenched violently.

Why was it so terrifying?

Why could a mere wisp of its aura suppress three peak experts?

Why did they, who stood at the pinnacle of mortals, seem like ants gazing up at the heavens before this youth—so insignificant as to be beneath notice?

Countless doubts flooded her mind. Combined with all of Li Changsheng's earlier abnormalities—his insight into the Holy Spirit Cult's deepest secrets, his perspective that crushed the current age, and his words overturning the notions of righteousness and evil—a guess so bold it was absurd began taking root wildly in Ye Xishui's heart!

She could no longer maintain her composure. She suddenly rose to her feet, her red gown fluttering as she stared fixedly at the calm youth. Even her voice carried a faint, barely perceptible tremor as she tested him with a stern question:

"Who... who exactly are you?"

At this moment, she had already vaguely guessed the truth, yet still did not dare believe it!

Under the utterly shocked, unwavering stares of the three, Li Changsheng slowly rose from his chair.

The youth's figure was lean and upright. Standing in the center of the hall, wisps of destruction divine radiance circulated around him. Boundless divine majesty was restrained within his body, unassuming yet looking down upon all living beings.

His calm gaze swept over the trembling Ye Xishui, then passed over the horrified Long Xiaoyao before finally settling on Zhongli Wu, who had already gone completely rigid with shock.

There was no arrogance or deliberate display. His voice was clear and calm, yet it carried a weight capable of shaking the ages as he revealed his true identity word by word:

"My name is Li Changsheng."

"I am the son of the God of Destruction, one of the Five Great God Kings of the Divine Realm."

The moment those words fell, the hall became completely silent.

Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, and Zhongli Wu stood rooted to the spot, their bodies stiff as stone statues. Their minds had gone utterly blank, and they were completely stunned.

The three had roamed the continent for centuries. They had seen countless prodigies, traveled across every corner of the world, and weathered innumerable storms and schemes. Long ago, they had cultivated the steady composure to remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before them.

But today, every shred of their calmness, composure, and cunning shattered into nothing!

It was not as though they had never speculated about Li Changsheng's origins.

At such a young age, he possessed insight that reached the heavens, understood the Holy Spirit Cult's highest secrets, had a mentality surpassing the current age, and wielded power beyond this world...

They had vaguely guessed that this youth might possess a divine opportunity, or perhaps be the junior of some Titled Douluo.

That was already the greatest trump card and highest level they could possibly imagine!

But they had never expected this!

They had guessed the beginning, yet even in their dreams, they could never have guessed the ending!

What descendant of a Titled Douluo?

He was clearly the biological son of a supreme God King of the Divine Realm!

He was the ultimate second-generation heir standing at the very top of the Divine Realm's pyramid!

This earthshaking truth echoed madly through their minds, setting off towering waves in their hearts as countless complaints and disbelief surged forth.

They had never set foot in the Divine Realm and did not understand its precise cultivation ranks, power structure, or hierarchy.

But even an idiot could understand that one bearing the title of God King had to be an ultimate existence above countless gods, commanding the laws of the Great Dao and overlooking the myriad heavens and worlds!

Even ordinary deities were like ants and dust before a God King, beneath notice.

And such a supremely noble, pure-blooded divine heir, born with command over the supreme Dao of destruction, had actually descended in person to this insignificant Douluo Lower Realm!

And he had even landed within their Holy Spirit Cult, this dark faction reviled by the world and burdened with a century-old evil reputation!

For a moment, the only things left in the hearts of the three were utter absurdity and disbelief.

The Holy Spirit Cult, an evil faction that had dwelled in darkness for generations, taken in evil souls, and been denounced by the righteous path for ten thousand years.

What had it done to deserve this?

What had it done to deserve the personal descent and presence of a God King's son?!

Such a disparity, such a difference in stature, struck the three Titled Douluo giants so hard that their scalps went numb and their minds trembled without end.

After a moment, they seemed to think of something and instantly understood.

The root of it all was Shrek!