I'm Going to Measure Shrek Academy's Genius Soul Masters Under Thirty

Blood-red light rose from beneath his feet like an opened well. What poured from it was not Soul Power, but killing intent.

Pure, condensed killing intent, tempered by countless years, swept outward in all directions with him at its center.

Heaven and earth changed color.

The clouds overhead were dyed dark red, like cloth soaked through with blood.

Everyone who felt that killing intent fell into an illusion.

Guan Yue's Sky-Piercing Spear halted in midair. He saw himself standing in a Blood Sea, countless corpses floating beneath his feet. Every face belonged to someone he had killed, all staring at him with open eyes.

Zang Xin's Sentimental Sword let out a mournful cry. He saw his hands covered in blood, the blood seeping from between his fingers, impossible to wash clean no matter what he did.

This move was incredibly strange. It distinguished neither friend nor foe. So long as one possessed consciousness, they would be struck the instant they saw Yin Hongye.

Beyond the Heavenly Screen, Qian Daoliu abruptly stepped back. He saw the Angel God's statue bleeding, golden blood pouring from its eye sockets and dripping onto the floor with a corroding hiss.

On Sea God Island, Bo Saixi's body swayed slightly. She saw Sea God Island swallowed by a Blood Sea, with countless Sea Soul Master corpses floating across the water like a rotting forest.

It was all an illusion.

Yet no one could break free immediately. That killing intent was too real—so real that even a Limit Douluo's heart skipped a beat.

Even Tang San saw himself at Soulbreak Cliff, ready to leap from it once more.

As for Yu Xiaogang, he was nearly chopped into mincemeat within the illusion, his mind almost collapsing.

Ghost Emperor also fell into the illusion. This move ignored the gap in spiritual power and directly tested one's mental will.

He saw himself standing upon the Holy Spirit Cult's altar, surrounded by the corpses of countless Soul Masters he had killed. The corpses crawled to their feet, seized his ankles, and dug their nails into his bones.

He swung his ghost claws and tore those corpses apart, but more surged toward him, drowning him like a tidal wave.

"Ghost Emperor, give me back my life!"

"Ants dare demand my life? Do you have what it takes?"

Ghost Emperor suddenly opened his eyes. The next instant, he saw a streak of red light already before him.

It was Yin Hongye himself. His three-headed, eight-armed form had already been withdrawn, but the gilded patterns on his armor burned brighter than the sun. His entire body was like a blazing meteor crashing toward him.

Ghost claws crossed before him as all his Soul Power erupted, condensing into a dark green barrier in front of him.

At the final instant before contact, Yin Hongye suddenly vanished.

Ghost Emperor's pupils contracted sharply. He felt a scorching presence behind him, as though someone had set the back of his neck ablaze.

He reacted instantly and directly used spatial power.

This was an ability common to all Limit Douluos.

Ghost Emperor did not hesitate. His ghost claws tore open a rift before him, and he slipped into it.

The instant the rift closed, he felt a chill on his back, followed by searing pain—

Blood surged from his back and was burned into a wisp of green smoke by the flames.

The rift reopened a hundred zhang away, and Ghost Emperor stumbled out. Looking down at his chest, he saw a charred wound stretching from his shoulder to his waist.

"Damn it, that performance was a little lacking. It wasn't even a serious injury! Such a tiny cut."

Yin Hongye was disappointed, deeply disappointed. The wound was so small that he had failed to pierce Ghost Emperor straight through.

Ghost Emperor looked up at Yin Hongye. "Rank ninety-seven. Even stronger than Yun Ming was back then. You actually managed to injure me!"

"You should be glad you ran fast enough! And that I don't have spatial abilities!"

Ghost Emperor said nothing. He lowered his head to examine his wound. Soul Power gathered around it, but the Karmic Fire still burned like a snake burrowing into his bones, impossible to extinguish no matter how he tried.

The only fortunate thing was that once it was more than ten thousand meters away from Yin Hongye, it would slowly fade away.

"Yin Hongye, I'll remember you!" Ghost Emperor said as he transformed into a streak of light and fled.

"Got it!" Yin Hongye replied.

Guan Yue still stood where he was, his Sky-Piercing Spear hanging at his side. The black blood on its tip had already dried.

"Has your strength become this terrifying already?" he could not help asking.

"Rank ninety-seven, injuring a Limit Douluo—isn't that normal? At most, I just can't hit anyone!"

Yin Hongye spoke casually, his aura gradually withdrawing as the killing intent around him slowly returned to his body.

Outside the Heavenly Screen, Qian Daoliu broke free from the illusion. It had not trapped him for long, but the sensation had been incomparably real.

"What pure killing intent. Has this kid truly never been to Slaughter City?" Qian Daoliu's voice was hoarse. He could not help wondering whether this kid had truly never received a Divine Examination.

With such pure killing intent and such terrifying talent, had no god truly cast even a glance his way?

Meanwhile, Bo Saixi on Sea God Island broke free almost at the same time. Yet the sight of those Sea Soul Masters dying still made her spirit tremble.

Her gaze turned once more toward the Heavenly Screen. "The world twenty thousand years from now is truly fascinating. Unfortunately, I can only glimpse that world through the images in this sky."

"Since the Sea God will be succeeded within this century, I wonder how far Sea God Island will have developed in the future!"

Bo Saixi was curious, even expectant. Sea God Island should have become better, right?

Though it really had developed quite well. It just seemed that there was not a single Sea Soul Master on Sea God Island.

At this moment, within the Heavenly Screen.

Yin Hongye withdrew his armor, his killing intent completely gone. He returned to his previous somewhat languid appearance.

He swept his gaze around, over the still-burning skeleton of the building, over the Evil Soul Master corpses strewn across the ruins, before his eyes stopped.

A light shone in the night sky not far away.

Holy light descended from the night sky, fragmented like crushed crystal. Piece after piece drifted down, landing on the rubble, on the scorched steel beams, and around that person.

Qian Renxue hovered in midair.

With the Blacksmith Association building blazing behind her, her angel wings were fully spread, nearly twice as broad as when he had first seen them.

Every feather was translucent gold, with faint white light flowing along the edges. Whenever the wings gently flapped, holy light shook loose from them and scattered down to the ground.

Her golden hair drifted in the night wind like a bolt of unfurled golden silk. Tiny points of light danced among the strands, every lock reflecting the holy radiance.

She held the Angel Holy Sword in her right hand. Its blade was entirely brilliant gold, its tip angled toward the ground. A beam of holy light poured from its point and slanted across the ruins, driving away all filth wherever it reached.

She turned her head to look at Yin Hongye. Her face seemed exceptionally tranquil amid the half-lit shadows, while her eyes had been coated with a faint golden sheen by the holy light.

Yin Hongye stared at her for two seconds, then frowned. "How are you rank eighty already?"

He did not respond immediately. Although reaching rank eighty at twenty-nine was indeed a little late, she had gone from a high-rank Soul Sage to a rank eighty Quasi-Soul Douluo in a single night.

Did she really think no one would notice she had used cheats?

"After killing those several hundred Evil Soul Masters, I reached rank eighty..." Qian Renxue felt that if not for the restriction of Soul Rings, then with a few more Evil Soul Masters, she could reach rank ninety.

"Fine, I get it. You need to obtain a Soul Ring." Yin Hongye was speechless. He had no idea how to get Qian Renxue a Soul Ring, considering he was on the Spirit Pagoda's blacklist.

But after thinking it over carefully, he said, "That person's surname is Li. What does that have to do with me, Yin Hongye?"

Guan Yue could not help saying, "Hongye, can you even get into the Spirit Pagoda?"

"When the cart reaches the mountain, there will be a road. We'll take a trip to Shrek Academy while we're at it. I'm going to measure Shrek Academy's genius Soul Masters under thirty!"

Yin Hongye spoke directly as he typed the words, "An arrogant eighteen-year-old charges into Shrek Academy and challenges every Shrek student under thirty," onto his Soul Tool.

The title was eye-catching. In just thirty seconds, it shot straight to the Federation's trending searches.

In his mind, aside from the two Limit Douluos, no one could stop him.

In truth, that was not quite right. Long Yeyue was countered by Yin Hongye and was basically worthless here, so only Yun Ming could truly block him.

"You're a Titled Douluo. Don't bully people under thir—" Guan Yue stopped halfway through, unsure how to continue. In their generation, such a challenge would have been perfectly reasonable, but now... there was not even a Soul Douluo among them.

It was as though there was a generational gap.

And besides, you could not exactly say it was excessive for an eighteen-year-old to challenge someone who was thirty.