Soul Tools can only store things, can't they? How could they slay gods?

Meanwhile, the Douluo Continent was dumbfounded once again.

Yu Xiaogang bore the brunt of it.

At that moment, at Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the line on the Heavenly Screen-[Combat assessment: With a rank-93 body, her combat power rivals a First-Level God. At full firepower, she can blast a two-million-year soul beast to death head-on!]-as though struck by lightning.

"A Titled Douluo... can actually blast a two-million-year soul beast to death?"

"How?!"

"Just with those... soul tools?!"

He pointed at the Heavenly Screen, his finger trembling.

"Soul tools... can actually bridge a gap in combat power that enormous?!"

Tang San froze as well, his pupils trembling violently.

"Soul tools? How is that possible!"

"Don't soul tools only store things?!"

Yu Xiaogang was utterly bewildered.

Within his understanding of the world, soul tools had always been auxiliary objects-storing things, providing light, offering transportation. They were so far removed from "combat power" that even eight bamboo poles laid end to end couldn't reach it.

"It shouldn't be like this... that isn't what the ancient texts say..."

He muttered to himself, his voice growing fainter.

"That's a two-million-year soul beast... even our Titled Douluo working together might not be able to keep it from escaping. Yet she alone... with nothing but a suit of iron lumps?!"

Tang San slowly shook his head, his voice strained.

"Teacher, the soul tools I've seen-"

"Compared with this profile card, they don't even qualify as toys."

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her head buzzing.

Ma Hongjun stared at the words "Godslaying Soul Cannon," his Adam's apple bobbing. For a long while, he dared not make a sound.

In the rear garden of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

For the second time, Ning Fengzhi failed to hold his teacup steady.

"Uncle Jian, did... did you see that clearly?"

"Is that a soul master?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stared fixedly at the Heavenly Screen. The lake within his heart, formed by over seventy years of devotion to the sword, now churned with towering, terrifying waves.

"I did."

"A rank-93 Titled Douluo, equipped with soul-tool components, can blast a two-million-year soul beast to death head-on."

"I've practiced the sword all my life. I thought my rank-96 cultivation was something to be proud of, but on the Holy Spirit Continent..."

He paused, his throat bobbing.

"I'm afraid I wouldn't even qualify to serve as her target."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong stared at the words "Godslaying Soul Cannon," his voice dry.

"Soul tools... those things for storing belongings. Since when could they annihilate a two-million-year soul beast?"

"This is already... already beyond the realm of soul masters, isn't it? They've forged an entire person into a weapon! That's far too heaven-defying!"

Ning Fengzhi sighed.

"It's nothing like what Yu Xiaogang predicted!"

"Now we're going to be mocked by everyone. I don't even know how we can fight back."

In the Papal Hall of Spirit Hall.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were still basking in the afterglow of their advancement.

But when that combat assessment came into view, both of them went rigid.

"Blast... a two-million-year soul beast to death?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was holding a newly formed chrysanthemum petal between his fingers. His fingertips stopped, and the petal, sharp enough to slice through gold and jade, drifted silently to the floor.

"The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and external soul bones we just received... wouldn't even fill a gap between her teeth... no wonder they mocked us as trash..."

Ghost Douluo's body suddenly twitched, his voice carrying a dryness he himself hadn't noticed.

"Did you notice? The most outrageous part isn't its age."

"It's the word 'Godslaying.'"

"They call their cannon a Godslaying Soul Cannon."

"Gods... are they something you can shoot at with cannonballs?!"

The two exchanged a look, each seeing profound bewilderment in the other's eyes.

And by the time that bewilderment reached the throne, it had become utter madness.

Bibi Dong tilted her head back to look at the Heavenly Screen, the pupils in her phoenix eyes shrinking to pinpoints.

"A Godslaying... Soul Cannon?"

She read it word by word, her voice so soft it seemed she feared disturbing something.

"Kill... gods?"

"How is that possible?!"

Crash-!

Her Holiness the Pope shattered the throne's armrest with one slap and sprang to her feet!

"What sort of beings are gods?!"

"They stand above all living things, wield the laws, and live as long as the heavens! They are beings we mortals could never hope to gaze up at, even if we spent our entire lives trying!"

"A bunch of iron lumps... a cannon cobbled together from spare parts... wants to slay gods?!"

"Absurd! Absurd!!"

She paced back and forth through the hall, her phoenix eyes roiling with a madness she herself could not perceive.

She was a god's successor.

In her eyes, gods were omnipotent.

Godhood was her sole obsession in this life, the entire meaning behind her climb through blood and tears to where she stood today!

Yet now, the Heavenly Screen told her.

On that continent, gods could be blasted to death.

Blasted to death by mortal creations, as though shattering a statue.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible..."

"There must be something wrong with the Heavenly Screen! The Holy Spirit Continent fabricated this! It's an illusion!"

Meanwhile, deeper within, in the direction of the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu's figure trembled slightly as he gazed up at the statue of the Angel God.

The old man slowly closed his eyes.

The snow-white statue remained sacred, remained silent.

"Aren't gods invincible? Could it be that in that place..."

And they were far from the only ones shaken.

In the main hall of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Xiao sat in the seat of honor, his eyes bewildered.

"Soul tools... can bridge the gap between a Titled Douluo and a two-million-year soul beast?"

"Before a creation like that... what does the hammer technique our Clear Sky Sect takes such pride in amount to?"

Atop a Sacred Pillar on Sea God Island.

Bo Saixi gazed at the Heavenly Screen, silent for a long time.

Slaying gods?

Power could actually be obtained this way, too.

Yet compared with the stunned stupor of the major factions, the countless ordinary people beneath the Heavenly Screen felt something entirely different.

Envy.

Overwhelming envy.

Soul tools... if they could equip themselves with soul tools...

So what if they had no talent for cultivation? So what if they had no martial soul?!

On that continent, putting on a full set of soul tools could bridge the gap between them and geniuses!

Even someone with a trash martial soul, even an ordinary person, could rise and become powerful!

On the Holy Spirit Continent.

Holy War Gaia looked at the deathly silence in the Douluo Section and scoffed.

"Gone quiet again?"

"Laughable ignoramuses."

Beside him, Soronson casually added a remark.

"Aren't they always like this?"

"When they can't win, they play dead. Once they've recovered, they go right back to talking tough."

On the throne, Lin Yan held his teacup, his tone even.

"That's their true face."

"For now, they simply can't come to terms with a gap like this."

"After all, their little bit of soul-tool research has lagged behind for far too long."

"Storage, lighting, transportation... they haven't even crossed the threshold."

"Comparing their soul tools with ours..."

Lin Yan took a small sip of tea, then slowly delivered his verdict.

"It's nothing but an old man toying with a mischievous child!"

But the soul masters of the Holy Spirit Continent had no intention of letting them off.

Mockery once again flooded the Heavenly Screen.

[Meng Jiu: Why have you gone quiet again? Weren't you barking pretty loudly just now? What about enslavement? What about slaves? Go on, keep talking!]

[Old Wang: A single rank-93 Titled Douluo can blast a two-million-year soul beast to death, and this is what you call "being enslaved"? By your logic, being enslaved sounds pretty good. Our entire continent would gladly sign up!]

[Zhou Yueban: Yu Xiaogang, get out here and take your scolding! How much of that soul-beast enslavement theory of yours still holds water now? I'd say you've got nowhere left to hide that shameless old face. Grandmaster, my ass-fuck your mother!]