Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 659 Judgment Day

The moment the holy flames descended, the world seemed to be filled only with pure light and extreme heat.

The sacred golden flames that surged forth from the Gates of Heaven unleashed unimaginable power the moment they touched the space of the Soul Arena.

It is like liquid sunlight, containing the purest order and purifying power, created specifically to cleanse the world of all filth and evil!

The first to bear the brunt was Yan Feng, who had transformed into the true form of a bone dragon and intended to crush Chen Ping!
"Roar--!!!"

That was no longer the roar of a dragon filled with bloodlust and madness, but a wailing of unbelievable terror mixed with a deep, bone-chilling pain that reached the very depths of the soul!
The golden holy flames, like a tangible raging torrent, instantly engulfed the massive bone dragon's body, along with the entire Soul Arena!

"laugh----"

The harsh sounds of corrosion and purification hissed under the scorching heat of the holy flames.

The dragon skeleton that constitutes Yan Feng's martial soul true body, whose sturdiness is comparable to that of a Soul Douluo's defense, melted and disintegrated at a visible speed the moment it came into contact with the sacred golden flames, just like ice exposed to the scorching sun.

As for Yan Feng's icy evil power, it was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the Holy Flame, unable to even cause a ripple of struggle before being completely evaporated in an instant.

Even the deep blue soul fire, which symbolizes the core of Yan Feng's soul, was still ignored by the golden flame that possessed the power to penetrate matter and reach the source, and precisely wrapped around the pulsating deep blue soul fire.

“Ahhhhh——!”

Yan Feng's shrill screams, like those of a vengeful ghost, echoed throughout the entire venue! It was not just the pain of being burned, but also an absolute suppression of restraint!
The sacred golden flames, like scalding holy water, poured over the filthy soul. Each flame carried the most severe will of judgment, frantically burning and purifying the evil essence that constituted the core of his power!

At this moment, all the spectators stared in disbelief at the giant dragon of light that emerged from the sky, even larger than Yan Feng's martial soul true form. The dragon's head continued to spew out golden tongues of fire. Faced with the majestic dragon, all they could do was bow down in worship.

The day of judgment for the evil spirit masters has arrived!

At this moment, Yan Feng's deep blue soul fire struggled violently, twisted, and deformed within the golden holy flames, its color dimming at an alarming speed, like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Each flicker and leap of the soul fire was accompanied by excruciating pain as if Yan Feng's soul was being torn apart, a feeling ten thousand times more painful than being thrown into the soul refining furnace!
The solid ground of the Battle Arena was now as soft as a block of chocolate under the blazing sun.

The arena, made of high-strength alloy, was instantly transformed into thick, reddish-brown molten iron by the torrent of holy flames, and then evaporated and vaporized by an even more violent energy impact!
A huge crater with golden-red lava flowing along its edges is rapidly forming, covering almost half of the arena area!
A scorching heatwave, accompanied by blinding golden light, suddenly spread out. Even with the protective shield in place, the spectators in the stands couldn't help but feel a burning sensation on their skin, as if they were facing the most intense midday sun.

Countless people closed their eyes in horror or involuntarily shielded their eyes with their arms, as the pure light and heat had exceeded the limits of visual endurance.

Referee Zheng Zhan was also quite frightened.

The instant the holy flame erupted, he almost instinctively poured all his soul power into his strongest defensive soul tool without reservation. The level nine defensive soul tool released a massive shield, firmly enveloping him. Even so, the shield flickered violently under the impact of the high-temperature energy emanating from the holy flame, groaning under the strain.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was horrified: Could this really be the power that a Soul King could summon?!
There was a deathly silence on the platform.

The gloom on Zhongli Wu's face and the curses he had just uttered had frozen in place, replaced by extreme solemnity and a deeply hidden... trace of fear.
He stared intently at the bone dragon howling and struggling in the holy flames, and at the "Gate of Heaven" that was devoid of any holy aura but brought destruction, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He could clearly sense that the Gate of Heaven did not possess any sacred aura; it merely looked intimidating.

However, the holy flames spewed from the mouth of that enormous dragon of light, which was probably hundreds of meters long, were truly of the attribute of light, and were holy flames capable of purifying evil spirits.

This power—this pure and divine light—is an ingrained enemy for these evil spirit masters who walk on the edge of darkness and death!
In fact, the reason why Zhongliwu was so confused was that Chen Ping's mirage disguise could only guarantee that it looked seamless, but it was not enough to fake even the aura of light.

But as the saying goes, one must be strong to forge iron. Although Chen Ping was actually using the Gate of the Dead at this time, he only fielded a bone dragon with both light and fire attributes.

But as long as the flames spewed by this skeletal dragon are genuine holy flames, what does it matter whether the Gates of Heaven possess a strong holy aura?
As the golden light faded, the torrent of holy flames finally began to weaken.

The scene at the center of the Battle Arena was terrifying.

A massive lava pit, over fifty meters in diameter, was clearly visible, its walls flowing with golden-red liquid rock and emitting a terrifyingly high temperature and sulfurous odor.

The bottom of the pit was charred black, but the remaining dark golden flames still burned stubbornly in the crevices, emitting faint crackling sounds.

The enormous Yan Feng, who had been so arrogant just moments before, clamoring to subject Chen Ping to the torment of soul refining, was now in a pitiful state.

Its massive skeleton was forcibly "melted" away by nearly a third! The lower body and one side of the bone wing almost disappeared without a trace, leaving only a horrifying fracture with irregularly molten edges.

The remaining bones were no longer pale white, but charred black, covered with spiderweb-like cracks, with a faint dark red glow emanating from the depths of the cracks, as if they were about to completely disintegrate at any moment.

The once vibrant icy blue completely vanished, replaced by golden specks of residual holy flame flickering on the pitch-black skeleton, continuously carrying out the final purification.

The most shocking thing was the skull! The deep blue, bloodthirsty soul fire in the eye sockets was now reduced to two faint, pale green sparks, flickering weakly within the broken skull, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Each faint flicker of the soul fire was accompanied by a violent, death-like tremor in the skeleton.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of charred bones and molten rock. There was no longer any trace of the chilling cold of the icy evil, only the destructive heat and the lingering, soul-chilling divine pressure.

(End of this chapter)