A single strike—an offhanded one at that—had instantly killed a fully armed Level 56 Soul King. The Soul Masters present were so horrified by this overwhelming power that they could not speak.
Was that phantom truly a Martial Soul? The bustling noise in the stands fell silent for a moment before tsunami-like cheers erupted the next second. They would not empathize; they only cared about the spectacle.
The leading instructors from the various academies frowned, stared in shock, and had their jaws drop. What they were witnessing lay beyond their understanding.
Even peak Douluo such as the Taotie Douluo and Long Xiaoyao were filled with countless questions. This was a blind spot in their knowledge.
At Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy, Ma Rulong and the others were physically trembling with fear at this power. It was too strong—simply far too strong.
Old Ma's mouth was dry as he said weakly, "Concede."
This was not a power they could contend against.
The people from Shrek Academy were shocked, yet a faint smile appeared on their faces. Who could have expected Wang Dong to have such a trump card?
Veins bulged across Qin Fang's forehead as he stared sharply at the towering, powerful phantom. He clenched his fists. He knew who this phantom was, and an intense sense of helplessness rose within him.
Lin Xi was dead. He was dead. With a boom, Lin Xi's bones fell to the ground. Clack—a Soul Bone dropped, its clear sound echoing through the area.
Qin Fang's heart stung, and boundless fury ignited within him.
Why did these people get to do this? The daughter of a god, the Child of Destiny—did that mean they could do whatever they pleased? One day, someday, must kings and nobles truly be born to their station?
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