The World-Ending Roar of the Old World's Collapse

"BOOM—RUMBLE!!!"

The High-Explosive Armor-Piercing Shells swept the entire canyon with fire, turning it into a boiling hell of molten rock.

The mangled remains of twenty Soul Saints burned in the flames—a grisly portrait of the old era's extraordinary power being mercilessly crushed beneath industrial gears.

Yet amid the barrage and the choking smoke—

"HUMMM—!"

Two waves of Soul Power pressure, so immense that the space around them warped violently, tore through the howitzers' interlocking curtain of fire!

The two Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall's Elder Hall finally cast aside their pride.

They had watched the backbone of Spirit Hall be wiped out, and their confidence had shattered. They knew that charging those steel tubes head-on—tubes with such incredible range and power—would wear even Titled Douluo to death!

"Those fiendish mortal Hidden Weapons must never be allowed to spread!"

"You cover me. I'll lead the attack! Cut off the head—kill their commander!"

"Ninth Soul Skill—Void Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

"Ninth Soul Skill—Vajra Heaven-Splitting Strike!!!"

Not another word. Nothing held back.

The instant the two Titled Douluo above Level 90 charged, they lit up the red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings that represented the greatest power in the Soul Master World!

Their figures drew two afterimages through the air, moving too fast for the naked eye to catch.

Braving a storm of explosive shrapnel, they used the unnatural hovering and teleportation abilities of Titled Douluo to advance in jagged bursts. They crossed several thousand meters of killing ground and bore down on Lin Fan atop the heavily armored train!

One of them, a Power Attack System Titled Douluo, had blood-red eyes. His right arm had become a massive claw dozens of meters long, blazing with a terrifying dark-gold light.

His boundless Soul Power pressure crashed down on the train like Mount Tai, making even its roof armor creak!

This was a Titled Douluo!

The absolute pinnacle of an individual's might in this world!

With Ninth Soul Skills powerful enough to smash mountains, they meant to flatten the commander who possessed not a trace of Soul Power—and the steel monster beneath his feet—with a single blow!

Faced with a sight terrifying enough to rout an army of millions, Lin Fan stood atop the turret, his work clothes snapping in the gale.

He narrowed his eyes at the two streaks of light moving too fast to see clearly and could not help swearing.

"Fuck, what did they take to move that fast?"

As Lin Fan cursed the difficulty of this game, he flicked away his cigarette butt.

There was not a hint of fear or retreat on his face.

He did not play by the laws of science.

But the weapons in Lin Fan's hands were science through and through!

Lin Fan had no intention of matching a Titled Douluo's spiritual lock-on or Soul Power pressure. In this world, mechanical gears reacted faster than flesh and blood!

"Think I can't deal with you just because my cannons fire slowly?"

Lin Fan slammed the red emergency button at the command station. "Second defensive line! Show them our trump card!!"

CLANG—!!!

In an instant, the roofs of several concealed reinforced-concrete bunkers ahead of the armored train flew open!

Two high-pressure, rifled antiaircraft guns, originally designed to defend against flying Soul Beasts, lowered their barrels under hydraulic power and aimed straight into the air!

At the same time, Lin Fan strode to the edge of the turret and tore away an oilcloth cover.

An enormous special-steel anti-materiel sniper rifle appeared in his hands. Its barrel was as thick as a small steel beam, and its shape was fierce and brutal!

The rifle did not use conventional gunpowder. Lin Fan placed a high-purity solid Soul Power crystal directly into its primer chamber, then chambered a custom High-Explosive Tungsten Alloy Armor-Piercing Bullet!

"No carbon-based life-form in this world can withstand the kinetic judgment of tungsten alloy!"

Lin Fan pressed the cold stock hard against his shoulder. Rather than chase the Titled Douluo's afterimage with his crosshairs, he used an algorithm from his previous life to predict and lock onto the path the man had to take as his Ninth Soul Skill descended.

"Fire—!!!"

BOOM-RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE—!!!!

The antiaircraft guns and anti-materiel sniper rifle roared at the same instant, producing a sharp, terrible sound unlike the howitzers'—one that could shatter a mortal's eardrums!

Under the monstrous chamber pressure generated by Smokeless Powder and solid Soul Power, the special-steel barrel glowed dull red!

The High-Explosive Tungsten Alloy Armor-Piercing Bullet, weighing several hundred grams, and the dense barrage spat out by the antiaircraft guns exceeded the limits of what Douluo Continent believed physically possible the instant they left their barrels!

Five times the speed of sound!!!

At that terrifying speed, the bullets became completely invisible.

The air was torn apart by force, leaving a twisted vacuum along their deadly trajectories!

In midair, the Power Attack System Titled Douluo who was pouring everything into his Ninth Soul Skill, ready to crush Lin Fan with one blow, suddenly felt a mortal dread fierce enough to scatter his soul!

A Titled Douluo's sixth sense made him instinctively try to raise a protective barrier of energy.

But it was too fast!

The kinetic strike at five times the speed of sound came so quickly that even a Titled Douluo's reflexes could not issue an effective command!

His spiritual power could not even detect the tungsten-alloy projectile's path!

"PFFT—!!!"

The dark-gold barrier of his Ninth Soul Skill could withstand a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, yet before the sharp, high-density tungsten-alloy armor-piercing bullet, it proved even more fragile than anyone could have imagined!

The tungsten-alloy projectile entered his chest!

Then, the terrifying kinetic energy carried at five times the speed of sound struck flesh and unleashed its full fury!

"BANG!!!"

The Titled Douluo's body went rigid in midair.

The next second, his entire upper body burst apart from within like a balloon of flesh packed with high explosives!

He never even saw what killed him. His lofty head flew upward on the blast wave, his eyes still holding the cruelty of the previous instant and the bewilderment of this one.

And on the other side!

"RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT—!"

The two 40-millimeter antiaircraft guns, firing level, spat out two thick whips of metal and flame!

The agility-type Titled Douluo attempting to ambush them from the flank had only just emerged from space when he slammed headlong into an impenetrable antiaircraft barrage!

"No!!!"

He let out a shrill, despairing scream and desperately drove his Soul Power, trying to teleport away.

But the antiaircraft guns' dense hail of rounds had already engulfed his lower body!

"RIIIP!"

The sound of tearing flesh made scalps crawl.

Armor-piercing fragments shredded his legs into countless pieces on the spot!

With both legs gone, the Titled Douluo fell from a thousand meters up like a vulture whose wings had been broken by a hunting rifle. He crashed into the canyon's mud and scorched earth, howling ten thousand times more wretchedly than any Soul Beast!

All in less than three breaths.

Two Titled Douluo.

One dead. One crippled!

Lin Fan stood atop the armored train, feeling the anti-materiel rifle's brutal recoil as he shook out his slightly numb right hand.

"No matter how thick your health bar is, it can't stop an armor-piercing bullet at five times the speed of sound. My lords, the times have changed!"

Inside and outside the Firmament alike, silence fell. For a moment, even time seemed to stand still.

Across the Firmament, the horrific sight of gods dragged down among mortals—one killed by a mortal's steel gun, the other crippled by a cannon—played out in bloody, high-definition live footage!

In the Worship Hall of Spirit City, Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu stumbled. The Level 99 Limit Douluo nearly lost his footing and collapsed before the divine statue.

His eyes, weathered by a hundred years, filled with boundless despair and terror.

"The speed of that Hidden Weapon... even my spiritual power couldn't track it..." Qian Daoliu clenched his fists until his knuckles strained, cold sweat pouring off him like rain. "If that shot had been aimed at me... if that man's train carried a hundred of those weapons..."

The answer was hopeless.

Even a Limit Douluo would be torn to pieces in an instant by a tungsten-alloy projectile traveling at five times the speed of sound, unless he had activated a god-level defense beforehand!

Above the deep pit in Tack Town in the real world, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were scared out of their wits.

Watching their fellow elder explode into a mist of blood on the Firmament, they felt a chill at their necks, as though the invisible bullet of death might shoot out of the Firmament the next moment and blow their heads apart.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi slumped on the sect master's throne and stared at the young man cleaning his gun barrel on the Firmament.

"It's over..."

Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled. Every word carried the final grief of a man who had profited from the old era:

"The Upper Three Sects... the Two Great Empires... Spirit Hall..."

"The myth that has stood above the Soul Master World for ten thousand years... Today, that man surnamed Yu killed it completely with a steel tube that held not a trace of Soul Power."

After that shot, the storm was no longer gathering.

That was the world-ending roar of the old world's collapse!