Douluo: Wuhun Qimen Formation, control everything!

Before he could finish speaking, the figure of the evil soul master Douluo suddenly became illusory, and a thick, impenetrable black mist surged out from under his cloak, instantly enveloping him and his companions.

A spatial distortion emanated from the black mist.

"Trying to leave?" Xian Lin'er was furious, pushing the light of her seventh soul ring to its limit.

The blazing blue flames transformed into a roaring dragon, its massive jaws wide open, ready to devour the black mist completely.

But the moment the fire dragon touched the black mist, the black mist suddenly shrank inward and disappeared without a trace before the fire dragon could close up.

Only one sentence remained, echoing in the room.

"Shrek...Tang Sect...we will meet again."

boom--!
Losing its target, the fire dragon crashed into the wall, blasting a large hole in the sturdy structure. The night wind rushed in, leaving the room in a mess.

Xian Lin'er stood there, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

The opponent was clearly well-prepared, even having prepared an escape route. It was indeed difficult to stop a Title Douluo-level expert who was determined to escape.

She withdrew her soul power and martial spirit, and the terrifying pressure in the room suddenly dissipated.

Just when she thought the two evil spirit masters had escaped, a detached voice rang out.

"Since you two are here, why don't you stay and have a seat?"

Xian Lin'er's pupils contracted, and she turned around abruptly. It was Old Song!
The dense black mist that was about to disappear was forcibly frozen in that instant.

Beside the large hole she had blasted into the room, Old Song was already standing there, one hand outstretched, pointing at the black mist.

"How could it be so fast!" From within the black mist, the evil soul master Douluo cried out in surprise, his voice devoid of any of his previous composure.

Old Song ignored his screams and slowly closed his outstretched fingers.

Click!Click!Click!
A teeth-grinding cracking sound came from the black mist, and the solidified space shattered inch by inch like glass.

Two figures in black robes tumbled out of the shattered space, crashing heavily to the ground, their robes torn in several places.

The evil soul master Douluo struggled to stand up, only to find that his soul power was as if it were locked by countless invisible shackles, and he could not mobilize it at all.

The difference between each level of a Title Douluo is enormous, not to mention that Elder Song is already a top expert at level ninety-seven, and because of his martial soul, he is already able to use spatial power in a rudimentary way.

The pupils of the evil soul master Douluo contracted sharply under the shadow of the black robe.

"you……"

He had barely uttered a single word when Old Song clenched his fist tightly.

"puff--!"

The evil soul master Douluo and his companions simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of black blood, as if an invisible hand had gripped their hearts, and their bones were groaning under the unbearable pressure.

"How dare a mere evil spirit master be so presumptuous before me!" Old Song's voice was calm.

In despair, a mad and ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the evil soul master Douluo.

He stopped trying to break free and instead reversed all the remaining soul power in his body, causing a destructive aura to expand wildly from his body!

"May the Holy Church endure forever!"

He roared, his body swelling up like a balloon, his black robe tearing to reveal the withered skin beneath, covered with eerie black demonic patterns.

He's going to blow himself up!

The self-destruction of a Title Douluo is enough to level an area of ​​several miles!

Xian Lin'er's expression changed drastically. Just as she was about to move the energy to guide it into the sky, Elder Song beat her to it and simply raised his other hand.

He gently tapped his index and middle fingers together at the evil soul master Douluo who was about to explode.

As a veteran Super Douluo, how could she not know how to deal with self-destruction?

The evil spirit master who was about to self-destruct suddenly weakened and collapsed under the influence of this finger.

"Girl, are you okay?"

Tang Ya snapped out of her daze, looked at the seemingly ordinary old man in front of her, and shook her head vigorously.

The slight wavering in her heart caused by the Holy Spirit Cult's influence had now vanished.

No matter how powerful a cult is, it can never be brought into the open; otherwise, it wouldn't be so hesitant to approach me openly.

The knockout stage continued over the next few days.

All the top forces demonstrated strength far exceeding that of ordinary academies, leaving no chance for any opponent to pull off an upset.

"take away!"

The value of a Title Douluo-level evil soul master is far greater when alive than when dead.

Xian Lin'er nodded. The two evil soul masters were bound by an invisible force and could not move.

The commotion in Tang Ya's room eventually attracted the attention of the Tang Clan members and some members of Shrek Academy.

When Beibei, Zhou Xuan, and the others arrived, they saw a scene of utter chaos and two black-robed men who had been subdued.

“This is…” Beibei’s expression changed instantly when she saw the two men in black robes.

“Those parasites from the Holy Spirit Cult, trying to undermine us.” Xian Lin’er snorted coldly, then turned her gaze to Tang Ya, her tone softening, “It’s good that you’re alright. Get some rest today, and we’ll handle the rest.”

Tang Ya looked at Old Master Song and Xian Lin'er, then at Bei Bei, whose face was full of concern, and nodded vigorously.

Yes, she is not alone.

She has companions, teachers, the Tang Clan, and... Shrek Academy.

This feeling of being firmly protected behind you is far warmer and more real than the vague and illusory power promised by the Holy Spirit Church.

Over the next few days, the knockout stage proceeded in full swing.

The incident involving the Holy Spirit Cult was forcibly suppressed by the Sun Moon Empire. After all, the incident occurred in Sun Moon, and even if the royal family itself did not care about the matter, they still had to consider the public's reaction. As for the two evil soul masters whose cultivation was crippled, they were sent back to Shrek Academy.

The top powers gave no chance to their opponents, and a series of crushing victories quickly pushed the competition to a fever pitch.

Soon, the list of the top eight was officially released.

The knockout stage continued in full swing over the next few days.

The Holy Spirit Cult's bloody methods cast a shadow over the entire competition, but the appearance of the top forces reignited the audience's enthusiasm.

There were no further upsets.

As the elimination rounds came to a close, the list of the top eight was also released, with each name representing the pinnacle of the younger generation on the continent.

Shrek Academy, Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Tang Sect, Holy Spirit Sect, Heavenly Dragon Sect, Snow Demon Sect, Proud Sword Sect, Mingdu Academy.

After a short break, the highly anticipated semi-finals officially began.

"The first match of the quarterfinals! Shrek Academy versus Sword Sect!"

As the referee announced the decision, cheers erupted once again from the crowd.

Zhou Xuan raised an eyebrow. He remembered that in the original story, Shrek Academy didn't seem to be fighting the Sword Pride Sect.
Never mind, none of that matters anymore.

In the Shrek Academy spectator area, Xianlin looked at her teammates.

“I’ll go,” Ling Haochuan volunteered.

Xian Lin'er looked at Zhou Xuan and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

With Zhou Xuan backing them up, it's time to give these students a chance to gain experience.

Ling Haochuan stepped onto the arena. His opponent was a young man from the Aojian Sect, whose expression was arrogant. He held a long sword in his arms, and the man and the sword seemed to be one. The young man from the Aojian Sect slowly raised his head, and a sharp aura emanated from him.

He did not release his spirit rings, but simply drew the longsword from his chest.

The sword is long and narrow, gleaming with a cold light.

"Proud Sword Sect, Sword Heart." His voice, like his sword, was cold and hard.

Ling Haochuan also drew his own longsword martial spirit; the sword was broad and thick, and his aura was steady.

"Shrek Academy, Ling Haochuan."

"Game start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the ground beneath Kenshin's feet began to crack inch by inch.

He transformed into a straight beam of sword light, becoming one with the sword, and thrust it straight at Ling Haochuan's throat.

quick! Extremely fast!

This sword strike abandons all fancy variations, pursuing only the purest speed and sharpness.

However, faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Ling Haochuan's movements appeared calm and unhurried.

With a flick of his wrist, the broadsword drew a smooth arc in front of him.

Ding!
A crisp metallic clang rang out.

The tip of Kenshin's sword precisely touched the arc of sword drawn by Ling Haochuan.

A long, viscous force emanated from the sword, and Kenshin felt as if his sword had pierced into a swamp, instantly dissolving his indomitable momentum.

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately drew his sword and retreated.

Ling Haochuan gave him no chance. He shifted his feet and thrust his longsword forward, one strike after another, relentlessly attacking like the Yangtze River, wave after wave.

Kenshin was forced to switch from offense to defense. His sword moved with lightning speed, creating an impenetrable net of swords in front of him as he struggled to block Ling Haochuan's attacks.

The Sword Sect is renowned for its swordsmanship, especially its exceptionally fast swordsmanship. Yet, their disciple has been completely outmatched in swordsmanship by a member of Shrek Academy.

"His swordsmanship is so steady," the instructor leading the team from the Proud Sword Sect murmured to himself. "Every strike is just right, without a single superfluous movement. He perfectly combines soul power with swordsmanship. No wonder he's a student of Shrek Academy!"

On the field, prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat.

Ling Haochuan's swordplay suddenly changed, from wide and sweeping to agile and cunning. The longsword bypassed the sword core's defense at an incredible angle, and the hilt slammed heavily against his wrist.

Clang! The longsword slipped from his hand.

Ling Haochuan's sword tip stopped precisely at Jianxin's throat.

"Shrek Academy, Ling Haochuan, wins!"

After a moment of silence, the second member of the Aojian Sect stepped onto the field.

The second member of the Proud Sword Sect was a taller young man whose aura was much calmer than Jian Xin's. When he stepped onto the field, Ling Haochuan felt a heavy, mountain-like aura.

"Proud Sword Sect, Sword Soul".

His sword was wider and longer than the sword in the heart; it was a heavy sword.

At the moment the match began, Sword Soul did not pursue extreme speed like Sword Heart. He gripped his sword with both hands, raised it high, and his third and fourth spirit rings shone simultaneously.

Purple light flowed into the sword, causing the heavy sword to expand again. An invincible sharpness mixed with the overwhelming power of Mount Tai crashed down!
Ling Haochuan's expression changed slightly. He could feel the terrifying power contained in this sword strike, which could no longer be neutralized by skill alone.

He also channeled his soul power, and his broadsword shone brightly as he charged forward.

when!
With a deafening roar, the longsword in Ling Haochuan's hand hummed violently, and an unparalleled force surged through the blade, causing his arms to go numb and his tiger's mouth to split open again.

He slid backward uncontrollably for seven or eight meters, leaving two charred marks on the ground with his feet.

The sword spirit landed a successful blow, giving him no chance to catch his breath. With a single step, the ground cracked, and the heavy sword swept across, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Ling Haochuan struggled to defend himself, but was forced to retreat by the increasingly heavy sword strikes.

After another fierce battle, Ling Haochuan's longsword could no longer withstand the strain, and with a slip, the blade of the heavy sword came to a stop in front of him.

"I lost," Ling Haochuan said, panting heavily, and readily admitted it.

On Shrek Academy's side, Xu Yun and the others all won a match, and Jiang Nannan finished them off. In the end, Shrek Academy advanced without any suspense.

"The second match of the quarterfinals! Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy versus Heavenly Dragon Gate!"

This match was equally captivating.

One is the most prestigious Soul Master Academy on the continent, and the other is a top-tier Beast Soul Sect with a long history.

From the Sun and Moon Academy side, the first to appear was Meng Hongchen.

Her opponent was a core disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, whose martial soul was the Crimson Armored Earth Dragon, a sub-dragon species with extremely strong attack power.

As soon as the disciple stepped onto the stage, he completed the Martial Soul Possession, his body swelled to more than three meters tall, covered in crimson scales, and exuded an explosive sense of power.

"Roar!"

He let out a dragon's roar, giving Meng Hongchen no chance at all, and launched a direct charge.

On her wrist, a metal bracer popped open, revealing three dark cannon muzzles.

In order to conserve his strength, he did not directly use his preferred martial soul, but instead used a soul tool.

hum-

Three thick soul-guided rays shot out in a triangular pattern at extremely high speeds.

The disciple from the Heavenly Dragon Sect, relying on his astonishing defensive power, neither dodged nor evaded, and swung his dragon claw to strike.

boom!
The explosion engulfed his figure, and the powerful impact sent him flying. His crimson scales were charred black, and he fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Before he could even get up, Meng Hongchen appeared beside him, holding a strangely shaped soul guide sword with its tip pressed against his head.

Tianlongmen, defeated.

The rest of the competition turned into a weapons showcase for the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

All sorts of unheard-of soul tools appeared one after another. The powerful physical bodies and dragon martial souls that the Heavenly Dragon Sect was so proud of were completely unable to exert their advantages in the face of these bizarre soul tools, and were ultimately easily defeated.

"The quarterfinals, third match! Holy Spirit Sect versus Snow Demon Sect!"

When the referee announced the names of the two sects, the atmosphere in the arena instantly became tense again.

The Snow Demon Sect disciples were dressed in white, each with an icy demeanor, while the Holy Spirit Sect remained shrouded in their eerie black robes.

The black-robed figure from the Holy Spirit Sect remained motionless, his expression still deathly still.

The disciples of the Snow Demon Sect unleashed their full power, spreading chilling energy and covering the entire arena in a layer of frost. Countless ice spikes and blades rained down on the black-robed man.

However, these attacks mysteriously dissolved when they came within three feet of the man in black robes, as if swallowed by an invisible layer of darkness.

The next moment, the man in black robes disappeared.

The Snow Demon Sect disciple felt a chill run down his spine, a deadly sense of crisis rising from the bottom of his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately admitted defeat.

The referee couldn't just stand by and watch, so he had to step in and block the opponent's attack.

The disciples of the Snow Demon Sect narrowly escaped death. (End of Chapter)