"Attack together?"
Before Ning Fengzhi and the others could even react, the group of Soul Masters opposite them could no longer hold back.
"Young man, even if you're talented, aren't you being far too arrogant?"
The most burly and oldest Soul Master stepped forward, thick brows tightly furrowed.
"I'm Zhang Lie, vice-captain of the previous Heaven Dou Team. Level 45 Soul Master!"
A woman with an eerie aura spun the dagger in her hand and chuckled softly.
"That's right, little brother. I heard you only just obtained your fourth spirit ring, yet you want to challenge all eight of us at once?"
"Hmph! Even if you were a Soul King or Soul Emperor, beating all of us together wouldn't be easy. Where do you get this confidence?"
"This is pure arrogance!"
"Young people really don't know their limits!"
The others echoed the sentiment, clearly angered by Bai Mu's almost humiliating attitude.
Every one of them was a genius who had reached the Soul Master realm before the age of twenty-eight—proud, talented, and confident.
When had they ever been looked down upon like this?
"Brother Bai, there's no need to push yourself like this."
Qian Renxue spoke at the right moment.
"Even defeating them one by one would already prove your strength."
On the surface, she sounded concerned, but inwardly she was calculating.
When she had first reached the Soul Sect realm, could she defeat eight higher-level Soul Masters at once?
Extremely difficult.
Even with her angelic lineage and power far beyond peers of the same level, her chances would still be slim.
Ning Fengzhi also advised calmly, feigning concern.
"Yes, Xiao Mu. You are indeed outstanding, but facing eight Soul Masters simultaneously is no easy matter."
"And against so many coordinated opponents, even your Zygarde might struggle to protect you…"
He had read Ning Rongrong's secret letter and knew Bai Mu had displayed astonishing power before.
But words were still just words.
No matter how strong Bai Mu was, could he really be this strong?
He both hoped Bai Mu would shatter conventional understanding—and worried the geniuses he had gathered would be utterly crushed.
"Don't worry, Uncle Ning."
Bai Mu waved his hand casually and gently stroked Zygarde's head.
"We're all Soul Masters here. We stand by what we say."
"Little Softie, confident?"
"Awooo~!"
Zygarde let out a proud roar.
It was a veteran at crushing rookies and dominating group fights.
Its three exclusive moves—Thousand Arrows Barrage, Earth Power, and Thousand Waves Rush—were all large-scale area attacks.
The more enemies there were, the more it enjoyed itself.
"In that case, let these two old men see your strength."
Gu Rong chuckled.
"Attack without restraint. None of them will die."
Chen Xin remained silent, his sharp gaze fixed on Bai Mu and Zygarde.
The longer he observed, the more uneasy he felt.
Something about Bai Mu felt… wrong.
"Alright then."
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves. When I say 'start,' the battle officially begins."
"Brothers, release your Martial Souls!"
At Zhang Lie's shout, all eight Soul Masters unleashed their soul power at once.
"Fiery Lion, possess me!"
Flames erupted around Zhang Lie, his hair flaring outward like a blazing mane.
"Ghost Dagger, appear!"
The ghostly woman spun her blade, a jet-black dagger materializing in her hand.
"Swiftwind Demon Wolf!"
"Mystic Iron Turtle!"
"…"
Eight different Martial Souls, eight powerful auras, instantly filled the training ground.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—soul rings rose beneath each of their feet.
Watching from the sidelines, Qian Renxue nodded inwardly.
This lineup was indeed strong. Under limited conditions, even she might struggle to win.
Bai Mu merely glanced at them indifferently.
"Little Softie, prepare for battle."
"Awooo!"
Zygarde leaped forward, crouching low as it gathered power.
"Battle begins!"
At Ning Fengzhi's command, everyone moved at once.
"Fourth Soul Skill—Blazing Charge!"
Zhang Lie launched himself like a flaming meteor, tearing across the ground toward Zygarde and scorching the earth behind him.
The ghostly woman split into three identical figures, attacking Bai Mu from three directions.
The remaining six followed up instantly—control-type Soul Masters unleashed binding vines, support types boosted their teammates, and long-range attackers began condensing soul power.
Perfect coordination.
Their combined assault sealed off every possible path of escape.
Yet Bai Mu didn't dodge.
He didn't even move.
He simply spoke calmly.
"Thousands of waves surge—divine might of the earth."
His voice was soft, yet it echoed clearly across the entire training ground.
"Awooo!!!"
Zygarde roared skyward.
In that instant, its body resonated with the land itself.
The earth answered its call.
Everyone finally understood why Bai Mu hadn't bothered to evade.
Because there was no need.
Boom—!
The ground shattered violently, rippling like water and spreading outward like a collapsing mudslide.
But it didn't end there.
Almost simultaneously, the earth beneath everyone's feet split open, erupting upward as if the land itself were exploding.
A surge.
An eruption.
The double onslaught engulfed the entire arena, leaving no room to dodge.
"What?!"
"Not good!"
Shouts of shock rang out.
Zhang Lie, charging at the front, was the first to be swallowed by the surging earth. His blazing flames were extinguished in an instant.
The ghostly woman's expression changed drastically. Her soul ring flared, and she vanished from the battlefield.
The other six fared even worse.
Control-type vines were shredded before they could even extend. Low-flying attacks and agility skills were obliterated by the waves of earth. Support-type Soul Masters couldn't even maintain their footing.
In a single exchange, the combined assault of eight Soul Masters was completely shattered.
But this was only the beginning.
Those who survived the surging waves now faced something far more terrifying.
The wrath of the earth itself.
"Mystic Iron Divine Shield!"
"Tortoise Shell Armor!"
"Iron Face Barrier!"
The defensive-type Soul Master roared as all three of his soul rings lit up simultaneously.
Layer upon layer of tortoise-shell defenses formed, shielding himself and a nearby teammate.
Yet before the overwhelming force, it was meaningless.
The defenses shattered instantly.
Just as he was about to be crushed by severe injuries, space warped—and Gu Rong pulled him out of the arena.
"This…"
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Qian Renxue, and the others stood frozen in shock.
Two moves.
Just two moves.
The combined attack of eight Soul Masters had been crushed, and they were nearly wiped out.
"Such terrifying area coverage…"
Ning Fengzhi murmured.
"If this were a real battlefield… killing hundreds with a single move wouldn't be impossible."
"It's not just the range."
Chen Xin's eyes gleamed sharply.
"More importantly, this power comes directly from the earth itself. It's not only hard to defend against—it's almost impossible to dodge."
For someone to wield such wide-ranging power, they would normally need to be at least a Soul Saint.
Just then, the situation on the field shifted once again.
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