Gangzi lost his composure and tried to save face? Lashing out at the "theoretical grandmaster"! Qian Daoliu: Without a deity's legacy, it all amounts to delusion!

[Heaven Dou Academy—Meng Shenji: "I have the same question! Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, you've spent your whole life studying theory!

Could you use the 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul' to give us a simple explanation of what kind of soul skill this 'Microscopic Soul Power Fission' is?!]

These are malicious questions!!

Yu Xiaogang saw the comments flooding the sky screen, all frantically tagging him.

Inside the hall, his face instantly went from white to green, then from green to black!

He felt as though billions upon billions of eyes across the entire plane were focused on him.

Those questions were like resounding slaps, raining down hard on his face with a relentless crackle!

The prouder he had been moments ago, the more humiliated he was now!

"Fake... fake! This is absolutely an illusory sham the Longcang Continent created through cheap tricks!"

Veins bulged on Yu Xiaogang's forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Under everyone's gaze, he all but descended into the madness of someone who had completely broken down.

With trembling spiritual intent, he typed a quivering line of large golden text onto the sky screen:

[Shrek Academy · Yu Xiaogang: Everyone, do not be deceived by this sleight of hand!

According to the 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls' I have spent years researching, every release of energy follows the law of conservation!

How could mundane metal possibly contain divine-level power?!

This is absolutely a holographic illusion the Longcang Continent created using special methods! A means of bluffing and blustering!]

Yet scarcely a few minutes after Gangzi sent that comment,

a reply from the [Sun Moon Region] immediately drifted beneath it, mocking Gangzi right to his face:

[Sun Moon Continent · Chief Xuan Hongchen: Where did this know-it-all come from? You've never even seen the microscopic structure of soul power, and you're babbling about holographic illusions?

All I can say is, anyone who understands even the most basic Seventh-Level Formation Model can tell that the spatial collapse in that footage is genuine physical annihilation!

If you don't understand, shut up. Stop embarrassing your Douluo Continent! And you call yourself a theoretical grandmaster? You really have no shame!

Oh, I forgot. Sorry, but apparently the Douluo Continent is a primitive continent to begin with, with no knowledge of soul guidance technology whatsoever!]

"Pfft—!"

Inside the great hall of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Yu Xiaogang stared at this blatant mockery from a soul engineer of a rival continent.

His chest heaved violently with rage, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat. He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!

He stared fixedly at the mushroom cloud on the sky screen, gradually dispersing yet leaving a deathly silent stretch of sea behind.

Utterly distraught, he collapsed onto the floor, his lips trembling, unable to squeeze out another word.

Microscopic fission? Spatial annihilation?

The book on the "Core Competencies of Martial Soul" he took such pride in did not even contain the pronunciation or concepts of those two terms! How was he supposed to explain them?!

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Ye exchanged a glance, then both silently stepped half a pace back.

Their gazes toward Yu Xiaogang held an added measure of indescribable complexity and embarrassment.

Meanwhile.

Spirit City, the rear mountain, the Worship Hall.

This was Spirit Hall's true sacred heart, home to several of the strongest people alive, though few knew it.

Ordinarily, this place was solemn and dignified, like a paradise beyond the mortal world, never touched by discord.

Yet now, for the first time, the atmosphere inside the Worship Hall was so unnervingly strange that it made their hearts tremble.

Qian Daoliu, the Angel God's Great Enshrined and a level-99 Limit Douluo, wore snow-white angelic robes.

He stood with his hands behind his back at the feet of the enormous Six-Winged Angel statue.

His eyes, normally calm as still water and seemingly able to see through all the world's vicissitudes, were now fixed on the sky screen, their corners twitching violently beyond his control.

Behind him, Qian Jun Douluo, Demon Subduing Douluo, and the other enshrined elders were also breathing heavily, their expressions exceedingly grim.

"Big brother..."

Holding the Coiling Dragon Staff, his palms slick with sweat, Demon Subduing Douluo swallowed and asked:

"That scene the sky screen demonstrated just now... if it had been you facing that so-called 'Soul Guidance Nuclear Bomb'... could you have withstood it?"

Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.

He closed his eyes, simulating the scenario over and over in his mind: activating his Angel Domain, drawing upon angel divine power to protect himself,

and taking that black mushroom cloud head-on.

But the conclusion he reached sent a chill down his spine!

I couldn't withstand it!

Before that absolute power, which tore apart and erased space itself at the microscopic level!

Never mind a Titled Douluo's defensive soul skills—even a demigod's body would be completely vaporized in an instant!

This was not a force that should exist in the mortal world!

Yet as a level-99 Limit Douluo, the Angel God's representative in the mortal world,

Qian Daoliu's bone-deep pride would never allow him to admit before others that the martial soul system had fallen behind!

"Hmph! Nothing but grandstanding!"

Qian Daoliu abruptly opened his eyes and snorted coldly. An unrivaled, formidable demigod pressure rippled through the hall.

He looked up at the sky screen, his imposing face marked by stubbornness and disdain:

"They've merely borrowed a few scraps of superficial knowledge of Space Law and cobbled together an external instrument of destruction through cheap tricks!"

"You mean..." Demon Subduing Douluo froze.

Qian Daoliu raised his chin and stood with his hands behind his back, his words brimming with unwavering faith in the supreme authority of the gods:

"The sky screen praises it with flowers cascading from the heavens, even claiming it can grievously injure a divine body... utter nonsense!"

"How could a god's majesty and mighty power be shaken by a few pounds of mortal sheet metal and microscopic energy?

That demonstration was merely the sky screen exaggerating to create a spectacle!"

"If it encountered a true deity on high—such as my sovereign, the Angel God, a supreme goddess who governs the laws of angels and purification!

Beneath her blazing divine angelic might, such a sinister external object would probably be burned to ash by divine fire before it could even approach!"

The more Qian Daoliu spoke, the more he felt his reasoning was flawless.

A cold smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth. He immediately used his spiritual intent to post what he considered an authoritative declaration in the sky screen's live comment section:

[Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined · Qian Daoliu: Everyone, do not let these illusory images cloud your judgment!

No matter how extravagantly these so-called nuclear weapons are praised, it is all nonsense.

Even if we concede ten thousand steps and suppose they truly exist, forcibly breaking down microscopic energy would cause tremendous backlash, and the cost must be extraordinarily high!

Having a single one as a trump card would already be the Longcang Continent's limit. How could they mass-produce them?!

[Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined · Qian Daoliu: Mortals remain mortals! To neglect cultivating one's own strength and devote oneself to external tools is, in the end, to chase flowers in a mirror and the moon in water!

Without the legacy of a supreme deity and the protection of a Divine Core, before the surging tide of heaven and earth... it will ultimately amount to nothing but delusion!]

The moment Qian Daoliu's declaration, laden with a Limit Douluo's pressure, appeared, it immediately flooded the sky screen, radiating dazzling golden light.

At the sight, many conservative soul masters on the Douluo Continent felt as though they had found their pillar of support and eagerly chimed in!

[Holy Dragon Sect Master—Tuoba Xi: The Great Enshrined is absolutely right! How could external tools compare to divine power? There must only be one of those nuclear bombs. Once it's used, that's it!]

[Elephant Armor Sect Master—Huyan Zhen: Exactly! Martial souls are the true orthodoxy of the Heavenly Dao! Without a divine legacy, no matter how many sheet-metal ships the Longcang Continent builds, they are nothing but clouds passing before our eyes!]

And at that very moment.

Within the Purple-Gold Hall of the Longcang Imperial Capital.

Ye Canghai sat on his dragon throne, watching Qian Daoliu's lengthy "insights" in the sky screen's comments, delivered so glibly as though he had seen through the truth.

He nearly spat out the tea he had just sipped.

"Pfft... cough, cough..."

Ye Canghai wiped the corner of his mouth and stared with an odd expression at the glittering golden "Qian Daoliu statement" on the sky screen.

"'How could they mass-produce them'? Just one trump card?"

Ye Canghai turned toward the chief soul engineer, the Grand Sage, on the right side of the hall and asked with a raised brow:

"Great Sage, how many of these 'God-Slaying Soul Guidance Nuclear Bombs'... do we have piled up in our empire's strategic stockpile again?"

The Grand Sage stroked his beard, smiled gently, and answered casually:

"Your Majesty, since we have just deciphered the Thirteenth-Level Divine Soul Guidance Formation!"

These lower-tier 'Twelfth-Level Nuclear Bombs' already count as partially obsolete products.

The standing inventory currently deployed at our major naval ports and aboard our battleships... is only a little over thirty thousand."

"As for the production lines, our fully automated assembly lines can now produce a few hundred a day. We use them as firecrackers for the younger generation's target practice during drills."