Mu Chen vs. Immovable Wisdom King Zhao Wuji

He merely frowned slightly with a hint of disgust, and a strand of basic fire-attribute Spiritual Energy within his body accordingly surged out through his flesh.

In an instant, the Phoenix Fire Line that Ma Hongjun was so proud of was evaporated into absolute nothingness the very moment it touched that disciple's protective Spiritual Energy!

Not even a shred of wispy smoke remained!

"This... How is this possible!"

Seeing this terrifying scene, Ma Hongjun could not act arrogant for even a second, and his two eyes bulged out like bronze bells.

His full-strength strike, and the opponent didn't even lift a hand, and just like that, it vanished???

"Is this the so-called top-tier flame you speak of?"

That Outer Sect disciple simply looked down at Ma Hongjun from on high, his eyes full of mockery as if looking at a clown.

"A foul breath of disease-fire mixed with all kinds of inferior evil thoughts and lewd desires; even the lowest-class fire-eating pigs wouldn't be willing to touch this kind of trash."

"And, you call this fat chicken with a few miscellaneous feathers a phoenix?"

"Truly a reckless indigenous person of the lower realm!"

That Outer Sect disciple shook his head, as if feeling he had suffered an immense insult.

"Since you boast shamelessly and want to witness what a true flame is."

"Then today, I'll let you, this frog at the bottom of a well, open your eyes and see what the fire of my Endless Fire Domain looks like!"

As the words fell, that Outer Sect disciple slowly raised his right hand, his index finger and thumb gently rubbing together.

"Snap!"

A faint wisp of flame, only the size of a soybean yet presenting a deep blue color, instantly leaped out at his fingertips.

This was merely a low-grade Beast Fire that could be seen everywhere in the Great Thousand World, unable to even brush against the edge of the Heavenly Flame Ranking.

Yet the moment this soybean-sized wisp of flame appeared!

The space around Ma Hongjun actually collapsed in a wave, and not only that, a high temperature indescribable in words completely engulfed him.

"Thud!"

The split second that deep-blue wisp of flame appeared, Ma Hongjun only felt his legs turn weak, and actually involuntarily knelt upon the ground!

What caused him to collapse was not that terrifying high temperature.

Instead, it was that Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul behind him of which he was so proud!

Before that low-grade Beast Fire of the Great Thousand World, that plump, purple-red grass-chicken phantom of Ma Hongjun's actually emitted a miserable cry.

It was afraid, and it was submitting!

Before that flame, this so-called mutated top-tier Martial Soul was instinctively trembling, and even began to disintegrate on its own!

"No... Don't!"

Ma Hongjun desperately watched his Martial Soul that was transforming into points of light bit by bit, and was also on the verge of crying.

"My Martial Soul! My Evil Fire!"

"Hot... So hot! Save me!"

It was not over yet, as that terrifying high temperature began to pierce through the air, frantically scorching Ma Hongjun's flesh.

The clothes on his body instantly turned to ashes, and his layers of fat melted and dripped away just like a candle!

"Ahhhhh!"

Ma Hongjun rolled about frantically on the ground in agony, looking utterly miserable.

He desperately wanted to mobilize the Soul Power inside his body to resist the high temperature, but despairingly discovered that the Soul Power within his body-before the aura of that deep-blue flame-shrank tightly into his Dantian like a mouse encountering a cat, not daring to stir the slightest bit!

"Dean Flender, save me..."

"Third Brother, save me!"

After seeing this harrowing scene, the entire Douluo Continent was likewise filled with jeers.

Within Douluo Continent, at Shrek Academy.

"Hongjun!!!"

Seeing his disciple in such a state, Flender also had his eyes turn red with rage, and his whole body collapsed limply to the ground.

Beside him, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others were frightened even paler, draining of all color.

"This is impossible!"

"Fatty is a Soul Master possessing a top-grade fire attribute after all, and he has extremely high immunity to flames!"

"What on earth is that soybean-sized flame? To think it didn't even touch him, yet it roasted Fatty into a crisp!"

Within the Sky Screen, Ma Hongjun's screams grew weaker and weaker.

Before long, his fat physique had already been forcefully roasted into a piece of charred carbon beneath the terrifying high temperature.

That Outer Sect disciple from the Endless Fire Domain couldn't even be bothered to take a second glance, merely waving his hand casually and retracting the flame at his fingertips.

"Thump."

Accompanying a gust of wind blowing past, Ma Hongjun's charred-black corpse directly transformed into a puff of flying ash, completely dissipating at the edge of this sea of fire.

[Second Explorer: Ma Hongjun, dead.]

[Cause of death: Actively provoked an Outer Sect disciple of the Endless Fire Domain; Martial Soul grade was too low, and he was melted on the spot by the low-grade Beast Fire aura summoned forth by the opponent.]

[Survival time: Four minutes and thirty seconds.]

The imagery accordingly plunged into a black screen.

Immediately following, the imagery on the Sky Screen distorted in a wave once more, finally switching to the first-person perspective of the third explorer.

Spirit Hall's resident deacon in Nuoding City, twenty-sixth-rank Soul Grandmaster, Su Yuntao!

Extolled by countless Douluo commoners as the "Blind Douluo", he was at this moment tumbling down into an ancient primeval forest where towering ancient trees blotted out the sky.

"Ow, I'm killed by this fall!"

Su Yuntao was seen clutching his waist, grinning and wincing as he climbed up from the muddy ground covered in fallen leaves.

He patted the standard uniform of Spirit Hall on his body, casting a vigilant look around his surroundings.

"This is the Great Thousand World?"

Su Yuntao was seen swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Although many people had already died previously, he still harbored a blind self-confidence in his heart.

"Hmph, those few fools were either mortals without Martial Souls or else they courted death themselves!"

Su Yuntao was seen akimbo with his hands on his hips, analyzing righteously and self-importantly.

"I, Su Yuntao, am an elite deacon of Spirit Hall after all, and I've been through a hundred battles!"

"As long as I hunker down in this desolate wilderness and don't proactively stir up trouble, relying on my agile Beast Martial Soul to flee when encountering danger, wouldn't surviving for a year be an absolute breeze?"

Thinking up to this point, Su Yuntao's confidence instantly swelled as well.

"For the sake of safety, I'd better execute Martial Soul Possession first!"

Su Yuntao was seen giving a loud shout, a flash of shrewd light crossing his eyes.

"Lone Wolf, Possession!"

"Hum!"

Accompanying a wave of faint Soul Power fluctuations, a lean-bodied and somewhat malnourished cyan lone-wolf phantom also slowly materialized behind him.

One white, one yellow.

Two Soul Rings extremely common at the bottom of the Douluo Continent rose slowly beneath his feet.

Su Yuntao's body also underwent some changes, his muscles bulging slightly and his hands transforming into the appearance of wolf claws.

"Phew... Feels great."

Feeling that trace of power within his body, Su Yuntao also twisted his neck in satisfaction.

However, just as he prepared to lift his stride and seek out a cave to hide himself away within.

"Roar!"

Deep within the dense forest ahead, a deafening and terrifying roar of a beast suddenly rang out!

Accompanying this sudden and abrupt booming roar, the towering trees all around actually began to sway violently, and countless fallen leaves scattered down in flurries.

Su Yuntao's heart skipped a beat, swallowing a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

Yet he immediately steadied his mind again, striking a combat posture.

"What is there to panic about, I am a noble Battle Soul Master after all!"

"Mere beasts, watch how I deal with you!"

The next second, the thickets ahead were rudely brushed aside.

A gigantic wolf-its physique grand enough to match an elephant, its entire body covered in cyan fur, and faint air currents winding in circles around all four of its limbs-was seen walking slowly out.

This giant wolf merely snorted heavily, and the expelled air currents actually carved several deep gullies into the ground.

Yet this was merely a first-rank spirit beast of the lowest tier in the Great Thousand World, a Wind Blade Green Wolf, whose Inner Core had not even formed yet.

Seeing this giant wolf, Su Yuntao first froze for a moment, and then a complacent smile actually surfaced upon his face.

"And here I thought it was some monster of the Great Thousand World, so it's just a wind-attribute wolf-type Soul Beast after all."

Su Yuntao was seen rubbing his chin, earnestly analyzing with that set of theories he had learned in Spirit Hall.

"Judging by this physique and Soul Power fluctuation, it's at most four hundred years of cultivation."

"Just right that my own Martial Soul is also of the wolf type, so I'll use you to practice my skills today!"

The crowd of Douluo Continent saw this scene, and likewise collectively let out sighs of relief.

"It looks like the Grandmaster was right, the Great Thousand World isn't entirely filled with immortals after all."

"Deacon Yuntao is a twenty-sixth-rank Soul Grandmaster after all, fighting a four-hundred-year soul beast will definitely be no problem!"

In the Sky Screen, Su Yuntao also let out a loud shout, and the yellow hundred-year soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

"Second soul skill, Netherworld Wolf Claw!"

He only saw his hands wave, several pale sharp blades popping out between his ten fingers, and his whole body lunged toward that Wind Blade Green Wolf like an arrow released from a string.

"Bred beast, get down for me!"

Facing this full-confidence strike from Su Yuntao, that Wind Blade Green Wolf did not even dodge.

It only tilted its huge head with some confusion, seeming to wonder what this bug that did not even have spiritual energy was doing.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound arrived, and Su Yuntao's Netherworld Wolf Claw fiercely slashed onto the giant wolf's forehead.

The result not only failed to break open the opponent's fur, but instead a powerful rebound force arrived, on the spot shaking all ten of Su Yuntao's fingernails to break!

"Ah! My hand!"

Su Yuntao let out a miserable scream, his entire person shaken back several steps, his face full of disbelief.

"How is it possible? My hundred-year soul skill actually cannot even break its hide?!"

Scratch-scratched by this bug, the Wind Blade Green Wolf seemed also somewhat irritated.

It only saw it raise a front paw with some impatience, just like swatting a fly, randomly swatting toward the front.

"Whoosh!"

This claw swatted out, a clump of cyan wind blades instantly whistling out.

Su Yuntao did not even have time to react before he was swept into this clump of wind blades.

"Puchi!"

In an instant, fresh blood splattered.

This Spirit Hall deacon, high and mighty in the eyes of the commoners in Nuoding City, was on the spot chopped into several hundred pieces of fragmented flesh, scattering all over the ground.

Along with his pitiful Lone Wolf martial soul behind him that also instantly dissipated.

The entire process was not even the work of the blink of an eye.

That Wind Blade Green Wolf gave a yawn, not even looking at the fragmented flesh on the ground, turned around, and walked into the depths of the woods with leisurely paces.

[Third explorer: Su Yuntao, deceased.]

[Cause of death: Incorrectly estimated the strength of a Great Thousand World tier-one spirit beast, actively provoked with a soul skill, and was swatted to pieces by a single claw from the opponent.]

[Survival time: Three minutes.]

The picture once again turned black.

Seeing this comical and wretched method of Su Yuntao's death, everyone on the Douluo Continent also swallowed a mouthful of saliva and completely lost their voices.

Inside Spirit City.

The few Red-Clothed Cardinals who had just felt that the Great Thousand World was nothing much were also covered in cold sweat at this moment.

"That wolf clearly had no soul ring, and did not even use a skill, just casually swung a claw..."

"Yuntao is a Soul Grandmaster after all, yet he couldn't even scrape off a layer of hide?"

This time, no one dared to use Douluo Continent's theories to measure that world anymore.

Immediately following, the picture thereupon plunged into a black screen.

Soon. The scene on the Sky Screen, after a burst of distortion, finally switched to the first-person perspective of the next explorer.

Shrek Academy vice-dean, Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji!

Only seeing the picture flow, Zhao Wuji was teleported into a vast forest in the Great Thousand World called the Northern Spirit Plains.

The towering ancient trees around soared into the clouds, and rich spiritual energy permeated the air.

"Hahaha, good place, truly a good place!"

Only seeing Zhao Wuji take a deep breath, he forcefully clenched his fist, which was the size of a sandbag, his face full of smugness.

The scene just now of Su Yuntao being swatted to pieces by a wolf, he naturally had also seen it.

Yet he did not have the slightest bit of fear, instead writing full disdain across his face.

"That trash Su Yuntao, a mere Soul Grandmaster yet daring to show off everywhere, dying is only serving him right."

Only seeing Zhao Wuji put his hands on his hips, he let out a righteous and stern cold snort.

"Old Your-Father is the Immovable Wisdom King!"

"Seventy-sixth-rank Soul Saint! Possessing the world's most top-tier defensive martial soul, the Great Strength Vajra Bear!"

"As long as I don't encounter those old monsters that have transformed into human form, in this damn forest Old Your-Father is an entity that walks sideways!"

With this confidence, Zhao Wuji also swaggered as he strolled around in the forest.

Just as he was searching aimlessly for a way out.

In the clearing not far ahead, a strange energy fluctuation suddenly arrived.

Only seeing Zhao Wuji lighten his steps and close in.

Through the bushes, he only saw a youth wearing black clothes and possessing delicate features sitting cross-legged on a blue stone.

The youth looked to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes slightly closed.

In front of him, a jade-colored fruit emitting a warm luster was floating.

Spiritual energy faintly coiled around that fruit, and at a glance it was not an ordinary article.

This black-clothed youth was precisely Mu Chen, who had not yet encountered the Nine Nether Sparrow and was currently training and experiencing trials in the Northern Spirit Plains!

Seeing that jade-colored fruit, Zhao Wuji's eyes instantly lit up.

"Good treasure!"

"Looking at this color and energy fluctuation, it is definitely a top-tier Heavenly Treasure and Earthly Precious Material above the ten-thousand-year tier!"

Only seeing Zhao Wuji swallow a mouthful of saliva, greed overflowing into words.

Depending on his cultivation as a Soul Saint, he didn't put a fifteen-sixteen-year-old punk in his eyes at all.

In his view, this was simply a great fortune dropping from the heavens.

Only seeing Zhao Wuji part the bushes and swagger out.

"Hey, that little brat wearing black clothes!"

"Hand over the fruit in front of you and offer it with filial respect to Grandfather Zhao!"

Zhao Wuji shouted in an arrogant voice.

"Otherwise, Grandfather Zhao will today let you taste the flavor of fists!"

Hearing this rough shout, Mu Chen on the blue stone also slowly opened both eyes.

He slightly frowned and looked at this brawny man in front of him who looked like an iron tower.

In Mu Chen's perception, this brawny man did not even have a single shred of spiritual energy within his body.

Only a very turbid and rough energy circulated.

"Where did this reckless man come from?"

"Without even opening up spiritual energy, he still dares to come and snatch my Jade Spirit Fruit?"

Only seeing Mu Chen shake his head, his eyes full of indifference.

"While I am in a good mood, get lost immediately."

Hearing a punk actually dare tell him to get lost, Zhao Wuji was also instantly filled with burning rage.