Douluo Continent.
Inside the Main Hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the atmosphere instantly rose from hell to heaven.
"He survived! Not only did he survive, his Martial Soul actually fused with that supernatural scabbard!"
Ning Fengzhi gave a relieved smile. His gamble had paid off.
"Hahaha! I knew that old bastard wouldn't die so easily!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong let out a long breath of relief as well, slapping his thigh in excitement.
Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms.
The other Reverends and elders standing nearby barely dared to breathe.
Who could have imagined that this seemingly certain deathtrap would become Chen Xin's stepping stone to soaring heights?
Inside the Main Hall of the God Realm Committee.
Now, it was deathly silent. A pin dropping would have been audible!
The lofty gods were all dumbstruck by the live broadcast on the Sky Screen.
"That mortal... actually survived?!"
The Sea God's eyes widened. He could barely keep hold of the trident in his hand.
"Utterly absurd!"
The God of Destruction was shrouded in purple-black lightning, his voice filled with disbelief and intense jealousy.
"That power, those laws that disregard all Soul Power and divine power... a mere ant from the lower realm actually gained control over them?!"
The gods exchanged looks, their hearts churning with conflicting emotions. They felt as sick as if they had swallowed a dead fly.
Inside the Eighth Ghost Domain.
Yang Jian had no idea that this absurd scene had unfolded in the inner room.
He was watching Zhang Wei on the floor with his Ghost Eye, observing the unusual changes in him.
The paranormal power inside Zhang Wei slowly fell dormant, and a pounding heartbeat began to sound.