Don't Look Directly at That Sword!

The world of the Douluo Continent.

The moment Ye Zhen drew his sword.

The gazes of everyone across the continent watching the Sky Screen instinctively converged on that blade.

Its killing rule actually bypassed the barriers of space and dimensions, transmitting straight through the images on the Sky Screen!

An invisible ripple of icy cold swept across the entire Douluo Continent in an instant!

Everyone looking up at the Sky Screen suddenly went rigid.

They felt as though an icy hand had seized their souls in a death grip and was about to wrench them out of their bodies!

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Level ninety-six Super Douluo, Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

As a pure swordsman himself, he had watched most intently when Ye Zhen drew his blade, sensing its nature more deeply than anyone else.

Now, he suffered the most horrific supernatural backlash of all!

Chen Xin spewed a mouthful of black blood, and the Seven Kill Sword Intent he took such pride in dissipated in an instant!

This lofty master at the pinnacle of swordsmanship dropped heavily to both knees with a thud before his entire sect.

Scarlet blood gushed wildly from the corners of his eyes, his nostrils, and his ears.

He braced both hands against the ground, his eyes filled with utter terror as he roared hoarsely.

"This isn't a sword! This isn't a sword at all!"

Spirit City, the Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong sat high upon her throne.

The instant the supernatural ripple swept toward her, the instinct for mortal danger granted by her Rakshasa God Trial set alarms screaming through her mind!

Without the slightest hesitation.

She abruptly raised the Pope's Scepter, the symbol of her authority, and smashed the white jade floor tiles before her.

"Close your eyes!"

Bibi Dong's exquisite face twisted as she screamed at all the Red Bishops in the hall.

"Everyone, close your eyes! Do not look directly at that sword on the Sky Screen!"

She was the first to forcibly sever her own visual perception. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, cold sweat instantly soaking her papal robes.

Qian Daoliu in the Worship Hall, and Tang Hao far away, secretly protecting Tang San.

Though these two figures at the very peak of the continent stood countless miles apart, their reactions were identical.

Tang Hao sensed that chilling force, capable of effortlessly erasing even a Titled Douluo.

Without hesitation, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it into the ground.

The violent shock wave instantly knocked Tang San unconscious as he continued staring fixedly at the Sky Screen, blood seeping from his eyes!

Then Tang Hao squeezed his eyes shut, his legs trembling slightly.

They might not have understood the supernatural killing rules.

But the animal instincts honed through years of hovering on the brink of death led them to the right decision.

Just as the entire Douluo Continent was about to suffer a massive wave of indiscriminate deaths.

The edges of the Sky Screen hanging high above suddenly erupted with brilliant golden light!

The Sky Screen's sanctioning laws forcibly intervened, instantly severing the supernatural attack transmitted through its images.

The ripple dissipated.

Everyone on the continent was abruptly dragged back to reality.

"Urgh!" Countless low- and mid-level Soul Masters fell to their knees in the streets, violently vomiting stomach acid, their faces as pale as paper.

They gasped for breath, feeling as though they had just made a trip through all eighteen levels of hell.

The last image frozen in their minds was actually a young man in a trench coat beating his own sword with his fists!

"This is insane!"

"What kind of crazy world is that?! A sword nearly killed me through the Sky Screen?!"

Just as everyone was basking in their relief.

That emotionless mechanical voice rang out from the Sky Screen once more, echoing throughout the world.

[The second batch of trials has been settled.]

[Total transported: four. Deaths: three.]

[Only one person survived successfully.]

Then a line of cold, blood-red text slowly appeared before the eyes of every living being on the Douluo Continent.

[The first and second batches of trials have concluded.]

[Prompt: Spend plane origin to temporarily switch the Sky Screen's subject and observe developments in the Mysterious Revival Plane in real time?]

[Note: Continued viewing will allow advance analysis of this plane's rules, increasing the survival rate of those selected in subsequent rounds.]

At that moment, the entire Douluo Continent fell deathly silent, followed by a tsunami of discussion.

Spirit City, the Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong's ink-black Soul Rings on the Sky Screen, her breathing growing heavy.

Ning Rongrong had paid no price at all, yet in less than half an hour, she had obtained four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!

Even her Martial Soul had evolved!

To Bibi Dong, this was no terrifying plane. It was a shortcut to godhood!

"Pass down my command. Everyone belonging to Spirit Hall is to choose to continue!"

Ambition glittered in Bibi Dong's eyes, certain of victory.

"We must see everything in that world. Next time, I will go there myself!"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi's face was pale, but an almost crazed fervor shone in his eyes.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, did you see that? Rongrong's Soul Rings-those are Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!"

"That world may be strange and unpredictable, but as long as we survive, the opportunities we bring back will ensure the sect stands unshaken for generations!"

Though Sword Douluo Chen Xin had yet to fully escape the shadow of that lethal sword, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"For Rongrong, and for the sect, we must keep watching. That young man called Yang Jian seems to be the key."

The Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, the Star Luo Imperial Family, the Clear Sky Sect, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

At that moment, the powerful figures of every major faction reached an astonishing consensus.

Fear certainly existed, but before the temptation of breaking through level one hundred and becoming a god, that fear was instantly swallowed by greed.

[Voting has ended.]

[More than ninety percent of all living beings have chosen to continue watching.]

[The Sky Screen will remain active. Ning Rongrong's feed will switch to: Yang Jian, No. 7 Middle School, Dachang City.]

On the screen.

The scarlet Ghost Eye on Yang Jian's forehead swiveled uneasily, staring fixedly toward the school gate.

Something there gave Yang Jian an intensely unpleasant feeling.

Red light flickered, and a figure slowly emerged from the scarlet glow of the Ghost Domain.

Ye Zhen stood there, Yang Wudi's corpse already beginning to turn bluish at his feet.

He was staring at the hole in his trench coat with a look of disgust, muttering something under his breath.

"Ye Zhen?" Yang Jian's brow furrowed deeply.

He did not care how the old man in ancient clothing lying on the ground had died.

What concerned him was why Ye Zhen was here!

Hearing his voice, Ye Zhen turned. The moment he saw Yang Jian, his gloomy expression lit up.

He planted one hand on his hip and loosely gripped his sword hilt with the other, striking what he considered a very handsome pose.

"Well, if it isn't little Yang?"

Ye Zhen lifted his chin and spoke in a tone that looked down upon all living beings.

"Boss Lin said this knocking old man was a bit tricky. He was afraid you couldn't handle him alone, so he specifically sent me to lend a hand."

"But from the looks of things, Boss Lin still underestimated me."

Ye Zhen pointed at the corpse beneath his feet, then at the surrounding Knocking Ghost Domain, which had been forcibly pushed open.

"Against trash like this, I need only myself and my sword to subdue every enemy in the world! As for you, go find somewhere to cool off. Don't get in my way and spoil my unparalleled splendor."

Yang Jian's voice was icy. "If you want to die, keep talking. I don't mind collecting your corpse while I'm at it."

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

"They really started fighting among themselves?"

Dai Mubai's eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face.

"In a place crawling with monsters, instead of joining forces, they want a duel to the death the moment they meet?"

Oscar stared fixedly at Yang Jian. "No, this isn't just infighting."

He swallowed involuntarily. "The aura of that young man called Yang Jian has changed. Look beneath his feet!"