At those words, every powerhouse in the hall burst out laughing.
Lin Yan sat upright on his throne and spoke slowly.
"Of course. The soul beast with the highest cultivation on their continent is only nine hundred and ninety thousand years old."
"And it lives in the sea."
Holy War Gaia slapped his thigh, his laughter shaking the heavens.
"Hahahaha! Nine hundred and ninety thousand years?! It couldn't even scrape together a round million!"
"And that's the ceiling for their entire continent? The old turtle dozing behind our mountain has two million years in any one of its feet!"
Malefic Star folded his arms and snorted.
"And it just happens to live in the sea. What a coincidence-it's walked straight into our little whale's area of expertise."
"Nine hundred and ninety thousand years against two million, and both live in the sea. That isn't a gap anymore. It's two different eras!"
"One punch from me, and I doubt there'd even be enough scraps left to gather."
Holy Eye Muse covered her lips and chuckled, mischief glinting in her eyes.
"I can already imagine the faces of those people on the Douluo Continent. They must be so shocked they're terrified!"
The spiritual light around Qilin rippled merrily as he leisurely twisted the knife.
"If you ask me, the most pitiful thing about these natives isn't that they're weak."
"It's that they're this weak and still dare to point at the Heavenly Screen and pontificate about the world. I really don't know where they get their confidence."
"If they ever cross the sea and actually see any random mountain behind our homes, they'll probably drop to their knees on the spot."
The laughter in the hall grew louder.
Lin Yan smiled and offered an offhand comment.
"Don't underestimate them. They're quite capable when it comes to making things up in their heads and barking like dogs."
"Let's sit back and see what happens."
Meanwhile, the soul masters of the Holy Spirit Continent had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away.
They had been mocked earlier, and now they had to reclaim their pride.
Countless streams of divine sense surged into the Heavenly Screen, blanketing the sky as they bore down on the Douluo Continent!
[Meng Jiu: Huh? Why aren't you talking anymore? Weren't you so fond of barking earlier?]
[Meng Jiu: Do you not like talking anymore? Gosh, it's so hard to guess!]
[Old Wang: Who was it that said if we begged you on the Heavenly Screen, you'd show us mercy and come preach and teach us? Sure, we're waiting. Come on over!]
[Zhou Yueban: Don't stop! Keep barking like dogs. I quite enjoy watching it. After all, in the face of absolute strength, stubborn talk is the only thing you have left!]
[Wei Lai: Everyone, show mercy where you can. They can treat a ten thousand year soul ring as a family heirloom, after all. Life must be hard for them. We ought to be understanding.]
The pressure, one could say, had been cranked to the limit.
Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.
The moment they saw those messages, their faces flushed red.
They trembled with rage, their fury enough to make their hair stand on end.
And yet... they had no idea how to refute them.
Surely they couldn't say, "We're actually very strong," could they?
That two-million-year-old whale was still displayed prominently on the Heavenly Screen.
And so, the soul masters across the entire continent could only watch helplessly as the taunts from the Holy Spirit Continent scrolled past, one after another.
They took the abuse without answering and the blows without fighting back.
When the soul masters of the Holy Spirit Continent saw that they still weren't saying anything, the fun instantly drained away.
[Meng Jiu: Boring. They don't even dare talk back when we insult them. This is no fun at all.]
[Old Wang: Move along, move along. Trading insults with a stagnant pool-there's nothing to stir up.]
Just then.
The Heavenly Screen over the Douluo Continent section lit up again!
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
They had thought it was about to reveal nineteenth place.
Instead, a brand-new line of text appeared.
[Heavenly Screen real-time intelligence · Douluo Section] [Real-time intelligence · Yu Xiaogang: Inside Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage and shattered his desk with a palm strike! Unfortunately, the flying splinters pierced his palm. He immediately howled in pain, clutching his hand as he hopped around in three circles.] [Real-time intelligence · Ning Fengzhi: In the rear garden of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi threw down his teacup in fury! Unfortunately, the cup did not break, and all the tea splashed onto his own face. As tea dripped down his beard, the sect master forced himself to remain composed, but the hand stroking his beard shook like a sieve sifting chaff.] [Real-time intelligence · Yu Yuanzhen: In the main hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen slammed the table and sprang to his feet. Soul power surged around him, making the hall's beams and pillars hum. He pointed at the Heavenly Screen and roared furiously, yet could not utter a single word in rebuttal. His chest heaved, his eyes were bloodshot, and he remained unable to calm down for a long time.] [Real-time intelligence · Bibi Dong: Inside the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong did not speak a single word from beginning to end. She merely watched all the taunts in silence. No one knew what she was thinking!]
On the Douluo Continent.
Yu Xiaogang and the others were dumbfounded.
They had never imagined even this could be exposed!
The way they raged behind closed doors had been broadcast exactly as it happened on the Heavenly Screen's livestream for both realms to see?
Wasn't this practically handing the Holy Spirit Continent a chance to laugh at them?!
Naturally, the Holy Spirit Continent did not let this opportunity pass either.
The mocking comments poured in almost right on cue.
[Meng Jiu: Hahahahaha! Help! A soul master got splinters in his hand and howled in pain while hopping around in three circles. Soul masters here treat falling into lava like soaking in a hot spring!]
[Xiao Tian: Honestly, only after seeing this did I understand why they treat ten thousand year soul rings as family heirlooms. With bodies that can't even withstand wood splinters, that really is all they deserve.]
[Zhou Yueban: That pope takes the cake. She didn't utter a sound the entire time, holding up appearances through sheer silence. Like hell I believe that! She's probably so angry she's injured herself inside and is bottling it all up. Need this young master to help you let off some steam?!]
[Wei Lai: Stop, stop! You're about to make them cry!]
The mockery blanketed the sky. If the people of the Douluo Continent could still endure this, they truly would have been living saints.
Finally, someone lost control and began to fight back.
[Yu Xiaogang: What are you barking about? I'm a renowned theoretical Grandmaster throughout the Douluo Continent! No soul beast can break through to the million-year level, understand? Even reaching a hundred thousand years is already exceptionally rare!]
[Yu Xiaogang: This world simply does not permit such an existence! I've researched it myself. Two million years? I suspect you used some illusion to fool the rankings. Those little tricks can't escape my eyes!]
[Yu Yuanzhen: Exactly! It's definitely fake! I've lived this long and never once seen such an existence!]
[Meng Jiu: You call yourself a theoretical Grandmaster? You're nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well! You don't even have million-year beasts? That only proves your continent is still a primitive patch of dirt!]
[Meng Jiu: Here, hundred-thousand-year soul beasts are only fit to serve as mounts, understand? Xiaogang, you worthless fool!]
[Wei Lai: You really have a knack for deceiving yourselves. Is it that hard to admit someone else is strong?]
[Wei Lai: If we get the chance later, we'll show you country bumpkins that a two-million-year soul beast is merely the entry threshold here, understand?]
On the Douluo Continent, at Shrek Academy.
Yu Xiaogang was nearly beside himself with rage.
He had lived for more than half a lifetime, yet this was the first time anyone had retorted so viciously that he lost his composure like this.
Being trampled underfoot and cursed at was bad enough, but they were doing it in the very field he took the greatest pride in!
He had to find a way to regain his dignity. Otherwise... his title as a theoretical Grandmaster would be gone!
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