Chapter 53: Tang San and Dai Mubai — Faces Destroyed
Gui Mei's words were like daggers to the pride of the Shrek team.
Every one of them felt their blood boil.
To be dismissed so arrogantly—ignored by their opponent even when their team boasted a Five-Ring Soul King—was the greatest humiliation imaginable in the opening match of the Soul Master Tournament.
"Hmph! Enough of your arrogance! Let me experience this so-called Body Martial Soul of yours!"
As captain, Dai Mubai stepped forward first, eyes blazing with fury.
The Evil Eye White Tiger's soul power surged violently, waves of pressure rippling out from his body.
With a thunderous roar, his White Tiger Martial Soul burst forth—savage and majestic—filling the arena with raw, domineering might.
"Evil Eye White Tiger?" Gui Mei let out a cold, disdainful snort. "You think you're worthy to roar before me? Overestimating yourself!"
The instant his soul power stirred, a black sword of light condensed in his left hand.
The temperature around him seemed to plummet. A suffocatingly dark aura surged outward as if an ancient beast had awakened from the abyss.
The blade shimmered with an eerie sheen—its surface entwined with tendrils of black mist, like a cursed weapon forged in the depths of hell.
Death and destruction oozed from its every edge.
At that moment, Gui Mei seemed to merge completely with his weapon—his presence transcending the mortal realm—cold, majestic, and invincible.
Dai Mubai's body trembled uncontrollably.
His earlier bravado evaporated like smoke.
The once-proud White Tiger had lost the courage to even lift its claws.
Gui Mei's voice rumbled, low and hoarse, each word striking like thunder in their chests.
"A bunch of insects."
The Shrek team's hearts sank under that voice—like their very souls were being crushed.
"Don't panic! Hold your ground!" Tang San shouted sharply.
A brilliant white light burst out beneath his feet, spreading across the arena like a tide of killing intent.
The Death God Domain!
Tang San's aura soared to its peak—one hundred and ten percent of his power unleashed. His eyes turned crimson, overflowing with murderous energy.
The air itself grew heavy, filled with the tangible scent of blood.
The killing aura condensed into visible streams, swirling madly around him like blades of wind.
From the VIP stands, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with astonishment.
"A Domain Skill?!" he exclaimed.
Domain abilities were exceedingly rare—only Soul Masters who had reached the pinnacle of power could comprehend them.
And yet, here on the tournament stage, Tang San was displaying such a forbidden-level technique!
His ten-thousand-year soul ring flared brilliantly.
The Dark Blue Silver Grass shot forth like a swarm of black serpents, transforming midair into countless razor-sharp spears that tore through the air toward Gui Mei.
Each vine shimmered with a deadly black glow—cold, lethal, unstoppable.
But before they could even reach Gui Mei—
They shattered.
An invisible force crushed them midair, reducing the Dark Blue Silver Grass to drifting fragments that scattered like ash in the wind.
At the same time, Dai Mubai roared, activating White Tiger Vajra Transformation.
His muscles bulged, skin hardening like iron, dark tiger stripes spreading across his body.
This was his strongest enhancement technique—boosting attack, defense, and strength by one hundred percent for half an hour.
Tyrone, Huang Yuan, Jing Ling, and Zhu Zhuqing all followed suit, launching their attacks in unison.
Blades of light, bursts of flame, and energy waves filled the air, colliding and intertwining into a chaotic storm of power.
But—
Against Gui Mei, their combined assault was meaningless.
Each attack disintegrated the moment it neared him—like raindrops striking an unbreakable wall.
Gui Mei stood unmoving at the center of it all, his expression calm and indifferent.
Then, his aura expanded once more.
A crushing soul power pressure erupted from his body like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire arena.
The weight of it was suffocating.
Tang San and the others felt as if a mountain had fallen upon their shoulders, pressing them to the ground.
Their movements slowed, their breathing grew heavy.
That single wave of aura alone was enough to remind them—
They weren't facing an opponent.
They were standing before a nightmare made flesh.
Pain and despair twisted across the Shrek team's faces.
They couldn't even lift a hand to fight back.
Thud!
One after another, their knees buckled—all seven members of the Shrek team collapsing to the ground, kneeling before Gui Mei!
Even with a Five-Ring Soul King leading them, they had been utterly crushed.
The entire arena fell into stunned silence before erupting in gasps of disbelief.
No one could have imagined such a scene.
Everyone had expected a fierce battle between prodigies.
Instead, it was a one-sided massacre.
"Damn it… How can he be so strong?! I'm the new generation's Death God! How could I be humiliated like this?!"
Tang San's mind was filled with disbelief and rage.
He had earned the title of Death God, mastered the Death God Domain, and possessed five powerful soul rings—he was supposed to be the brightest star of the Heaven Dou Tournament!
Yet here he was, being completely crushed beneath Gui Mei's power.
Memories flashed through his mind—the endless bloodshed in the City of Slaughter, the countless life-and-death battles he had fought, the sleepless nights spent cultivating…
And now, all that effort, all that pride, seemed laughably insignificant in front of this man.
In that moment, Tang San's pride and confidence were completely shattered.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms. Blood trickled down between his fingers, but he didn't even notice.
On the sidelines, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong watched in panic.
They had never imagined that the young Soul Master with a Body Martial Soul could possess such overwhelming strength.
Flender's brows furrowed, his expression full of deep worry.
"Xiaogang! Surrender! Quickly! Don't let that monster hurt the children!" Flender shouted urgently.
Yu Xiaogang hesitated.
He knew surrendering now would deal a devastating blow to Tang San's pride.
But when he saw the students kneeling, trembling, and in pain, he could no longer endure it.
"Stop! Shrek Academy surrenders!"
He raised a white flag high into the air, voice trembling.
But even before his words finished echoing, Gui Mei moved.
He swung his black sword with a lazy flick of his wrist.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of dark sword slashes tore through the air like black lightning, shrieking as they flew toward Tang San and the others!
Wherever those slashes passed, the very air split apart, leaving behind gaping black rifts that leaked chilling energy.
"AHHH—!"
Screams filled the arena.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were thrown backward, blood spraying into the air before they crashed hard onto the arena floor.
Deep, searing gashes marked their chests and faces, blood gushing uncontrollably.
Gui Mei stood silently, expression unreadable.
"So… as long as they're not in mortal danger, the Asura God won't intervene."
His Nether Soul-Slaughtering Sword carried within it the essence of dark demonic power—wounds inflicted by it could heal, but would always leave permanent scars.
Tang San and Dai Mubai's once-handsome faces… were ruined beyond repair.
They lay sprawled on the arena floor, writhing in agony.
"My face… my face!!!" Dai Mubai's voice was filled with despair and madness.
That proud, handsome face—his so-called weapon of charm—was gone forever.
The entire audience froze in horror.
Not a single sound could be heard.
The gruesome sight had silenced the crowd completely.
On the stage, Zhu Zhuqing and Jiangzhu were still kneeling, trembling uncontrollably, too terrified to even look up.
The once-mighty Shrek team… had been reduced to ashes in front of everyone.
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End of Chapter