Chapter 4 Terrifying Beasts! The Female Sword Immortal Ye Xian'er!
"Good!"
"As expected of a Soul Saint, this is the true demeanor of a strong person!"
"That's right, let's teach these people in this world a lesson!"
"We people of Douluo Continent are not to be trifled with!"
Even many low-level Soul Masters looked at Han Yu's imposing appearance with eyes full of admiration.
That was a Soul Saint!
Once the Martial Soul True Body was activated, it was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
These young men guarding the mine, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, were definitely in for trouble.
However.
In the picture.
The inner disciple of the Great Wilderness Sect looked at the seven halos that lit up on Han Yu's body with a strange expression.
It was like watching a clown put on a great show.
"Fancy and gaudy."
The disciple curled his lip, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
"Trying to rebel?"
"You're running wild on the Great Wilderness Sect's territory. You're asking for trouble."
Han Yu was enraged by the other party's contemptuous gaze.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation in the Douluo Continent?
"Court death!"
"Kneel down before me!"
Han Yu shouted loudly.
The seventh spirit ring suddenly glowed with a black light.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
Roar!
A gigantic phantom of a golden-armored bear appeared behind him, standing over ten meters tall and radiating a ferocious aura.
This was his martial soul, the Golden Armored Violent Bear.
With the blessing of this Martial Soul True Body, his strength and defense were enhanced to the extreme.
On the Douluo Continent side, the audience cheered even more excitedly.
"It has appeared! The True Form of the Martial Soul!"
"This aura is too powerful!"
"That kid's dead meat!"
But in the very next moment...
The Great Wilderness Sect disciple merely snorted coldly.
He didn't even use any supernatural powers; he just flicked his wrist slightly.
Snap!
The long whip in his hand, made of some unknown material, instantly transformed into a blur and lashed out at Han Yu.
This whip looked ordinary.
There were no fancy lighting effects.
But the moment it came into contact with that enormous phantom of the golden-armored bear.
Boom!
That seemingly majestic and imposing Martial Soul True Body was like a fragile soap bubble.
It exploded to pieces!
The golden light dissipated.
The whip continued its momentum, striking Han Yu heavily.
"Ah!!!"
A piercing scream echoed through the mine.
Han Yu was like a kite with a broken string, whipped dozens of meters away by the whip and crashed heavily into a pile of rocks.
Where was the arrogance he had shown just moments before?
His clothes were tattered, and a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain ran across his chest, dripping with blood.
He curled up on the ground, trembling all over, his eyes filled with a fear he had never felt before.
A whip.
Just one lash!
It had shattered his martial soul true body, nearly killing him.
That seemingly ordinary whip contained a power he could not comprehend at all.
That was a form of absolute suppression.
It was like a dragon looking down at ants.
"What a crude and rubbish technique."
The Great Wilderness Sect disciple retracted his whip and wiped his hands with a look of disgust.
"Are you building so many halos around your body just to be a target?"
"If you dare utter another word, I'll throw you into the furnace and refine you."
"Hurry up and get mining!"
This time.
Han Yu dared not utter another word of nonsense.
Ignoring the excruciating pain, he scrambled to pick up a pickaxe, rushed into the mine, and began digging with all his might.
While digging, he cried out in a sobbing voice:
"Sir, don't hit me! I'm a miner! I'll start mining right now!"
"I will definitely dig up ten jin... no, twenty jin!"
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
Douluo Continent.
Countless viewers who were cheering were now gaping, their jaws practically hitting the ground.
That was a Soul Saint!
He was a powerful figure who could unleash his Martial Soul True Body and fight against thousands on the battlefield!
Just like that... he was whipped into submission like a dog?
And the other party just looked like a gatekeeper supervisor?
"This... how is this possible?"
Flander took off his glasses and frantically wiped them, unable to believe his eyes.
"That's a Soul Saint level expert, and he was just beaten like a coward?"
"What kind of monsters are the people from that world?"
The atmosphere at Shrek Academy instantly plummeted to freezing point.
The initial excitement generated by Zhang Tiezhu's upgrade was now chilled to the bone, as if doused with liquid nitrogen.
Too weak.
Their prized soul skills and martial souls were considered "shallow and trashy techniques" by the people of that world.
This huge gap was causing everyone's values to collapse.
...
On the other side.
The beam of light landed on Shrek Academy's rest area.
It enveloped that delicate figure directly.
Ning Rongrong!
"Rongrong!"
Oscar gasped and reached out to grab her, but grasped only air.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, his face turning deathly pale.
"No!"
"Don't choose Rongrong!"
After seeing what happened to Han Yu, who would dare to go?
That wasn't a chance or opportunity; it was clearly a death sentence!
Even Soul Saints had to go mining, so what could Rongrong, a support-type Soul Master, do there?
Do laundry and cook for those miners?
Pity.
Heaven was ruthless.
Ning Rongrong's delicate little face was filled with terror. Before she could even call out "Dad," she vanished from the spot.
...
The world of Shrouding the Heavens.
The Eastern Wilderness, above a desolate ancient forest.
Ning Rongrong's figure appeared out of thin air.
She instinctively wanted to scream.
But the next second...
A dense, irresistible surge of primordial energy flowed wildly into her body through her mouth and nose.
Buzz!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul within her body automatically emerged.
There was absolutely no need for cultivation.
She only took a few breaths of the air here.
Her soul power began to surge!
Level 42!
Level 43!
Level 44!
...
This rocket-like speed of upgrading left even the initially terrified Ning Rongrong stunned.
Her beautiful eyes widened as she looked at her hands and felt the surging power within her.
"This... this is the Supreme Dimension?"
"How could it be so exaggerated?"
The audience of Douluo Continent was also stunned.
"Leveling up just by breathing?"
"My God, one minute she stands there is equivalent to a year of our cultivation!"
"This is so unfair!"
However.
Before Ning Rongrong could recover from her surprise,
Boom!
The sky suddenly darkened.
A bloody wind swept across the land.
Ning Rongrong subconsciously looked up.
All that could be seen above was a pair of enormous wings that obscured the sky.
It was an unknown, ferocious bird.
Its wingspan was hundreds of feet, and its entire body was covered with black feathers as hard as steel, each feather shimmering with a cold metallic luster.
Those blood-red eyes were like two blood moons hanging in the sky.
It was just passing by.
With each flap of its wings, the resulting gale-force winds sliced through the earth like sharp blades.
Below.
A city, under this fierce wind, was as fragile as paper.
The city walls collapsed, and the houses were destroyed.
Countless creatures turned into a bloody mist amidst screams.
[end of the chapter]