Douluo: Wuhun Qimen Formation, control everything!

Zhou Xuan walked onto the arena, strolling leisurely as if he were just taking a walk.

"Arrogant brat, I'll make you pay for your contempt!" The third member of the Holy Spirit Sect stepped onto the field.

The Holy Spirit Sect, Tang Dynasty, he chuckled strangely as he looked at Zhou Xuan.

"Game start!"

Zhou Xuan stopped, raised his head, and looked at him calmly.

"Noisy."

Tang Dai's laughter stopped abruptly, and his face instantly darkened.

"court death!"

He stopped talking nonsense, and a sinister and evil aura suddenly erupted from his body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

Six spirit rings rose up, revealing him to be a Spirit Emperor!
Black energy condensed behind him, transforming into a gigantic, distorted phantom of a demon. The phantom opened its maw and let out a silent roar, as if it wanted to devour people's souls.

"I'll let you taste what it's like to have your soul torn apart bit by bit!"

The roar of the evil phantom was silent, yet it was like invisible needles piercing the minds of everyone present. In the audience, some of the lower-level Soul Masters instantly turned pale.

The referee activated his mental shield, which made the audience feel much better.

Huo Yuhao, watching from the Tang Sect's spectator stands, narrowed his eyes.

This kind of soul tool is definitely a powerful weapon against spirit-type soul masters!
On the field, the invisible roar of the soul was nothing more than a gentle breeze to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply stood there quietly, letting the roar that was enough to drive a Soul King to the brink of madness wash over his body.

The feeling was like a gentle breeze blowing across a hillside, leaving no trace.

The sinister smile on Tang Dai's face froze.

what happened?

His martial spirit, the vengeful spirit, excels at directly attacking the opponent's soul.

This move, "Wailing of the Vengeful Spirit," requires even opponents of the same level to exert their full mental strength to barely withstand.

But the person in front of me... didn't react at all?
"Impossible!" Tang Dai roared inwardly, defiantly channeling his soul power even more frantically into the illusory ghost behind him.

The phantom became even more solid, and on its distorted face, a pair of empty eyes were fixed on Zhou Xuan, and the invisible mental impact was raised to the extreme!

Just then, Zhou Xuan finally made his move.

He didn't release his spirit rings, but calmly looked at the hideous phantom of the evil spirit, and uttered two words.

"How ugly."

The moment he finished speaking, an indescribable, terrifying will emanated from Zhou Xuan's body.

The Tang Dynasty simply couldn't withstand that immense, unreasonable spiritual power.

"Ow—!"

The enormous phantom of the evil spirit let out a truly agonizing scream.

That was also his last scream in this world.

Its body, composed of black energy, crumbled instantly upon contact with Zhou Xuan's spiritual power, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. It made a hissing sound as it melted away, and before it could even last a second, it turned into a cloud of black smoke and vanished without a trace.

puff!
Tang Dai was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward.

His martial spirit was connected to his soul. When his martial spirit was instantly destroyed, his soul also suffered a devastating blow.

Before he even landed, Zhou Xuan's figure appeared like a ghost in his path as he flew backward, reaching out a hand and gently pressing it against his forehead.

"Collect some interest first!"

The Tang Dynasty figure came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, its limbs hanging limply.

His eyes instantly lost all their luster, his pupils dilated and turned grayish-white, as if his soul had been completely ripped out, leaving only an empty shell.

Zhou Xuan released his grip.

Tang's body slid softly to the ground, and there was no sound.

From the moment Zhou Xuan spoke until the fall of the Tang Dynasty, the entire process took no more than three seconds.

He looked up and raised his hand to announce the result of the match.

"Semi-final individual elimination match 3, Shrek Academy, Zhou Xuan wins!"

Huo Yuhao's body trembled slightly as he gripped the armrest of the chair, his knuckles turning white from the force.

As a spirit-type soul master, he was the only one who could truly understand the terror of that moment.

A few simple words can explain everything Zhou Xuan just did.

It's all about numbers, there are no tricks.

In the viewing area of ​​the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Meng Hongchen subconsciously grabbed her brother's sleeve.

He always regarded Shrek Academy as his only rival and Zhou Xuan as his greatest enemy.

But now it seems that Zhou Xuan is a bit too strong.

"elder brother……"

“I saw it. Let’s just watch. He hasn’t used his full strength yet.” Xiao Hongchen’s voice was very low.

Cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

On the Holy Spirit Sect's side, there was still a deathly silence, as if it were not their fallen comrades.

A moment later, the fourth figure in black robes stepped onto the battle stage.

His aura was even more sinister than that of the Tang Dynasty, and he was surrounded by a faint green mist, clearly indicating that he was an evil spirit master skilled in using poison.

Without wasting words, he unleashed his martial spirit upon entering the arena. Six spirit rings pulsed, and a dense poisonous mist instantly enveloped half the arena, sweeping towards Zhou Xuan.

It seems that the next opponents are all Soul Emperors. Zhou Xuan doesn't know how Huo Yuhao and his group managed to win against such a lineup in the original story.

But there's no use thinking about these things now; he's much stronger than Huo Yuhao now.

He simply blew a breath gently into the churning poisonous fog.

A strange scene happened.

The poisonous mist paused abruptly in mid-air, then swirled back at an even faster speed than it had come, completely engulfing the evil spirit master.

A short, piercing scream came from the poisonous fog, and then there was silence.

When the poisonous fog dissipated, only a pool of pus and blood emitting black smoke remained on the ground.

Zhou Xuan raised his hand and gently dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeve.

The audience was silent.

A few minutes later, the fifth person emerged from the Holy Spirit Sect's preparation area.

However, just as the referee announced the start of the match, Zhou Xuan appeared in front of him and pointed a finger.

The evil spirit master shuddered violently, the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, and he fell straight backward.

Instant kill.

Before Zhou Xuan in his current state, the Soul Emperor was no different from an ant.

"Interesting! Absolutely interesting!" A figure in a black robe from the Holy Spirit Sect's combat readiness department suddenly laughed.

Then he looked at the person next to him: "What, you're going to go?"

The person next to him gave a cold laugh: "Go ahead."

The latter sneered, "I wonder why the sect leader brought you back. With enemies right in front of you, you don't even dare to step forward?"

The other person shook his head: "Say what you will, but Zhou Xuan is not so easy to deal with."

"No need for you to remind me!"

He then walked onto the field, slowly removed his hood, revealing the face of a young man with a stern expression and a cold demeanor.

"Holy Spirit Sect, Yan Feng."

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

Seven spirit rings rose up one after another from beneath his feet.

Soul Saint!

This is the highest-level competitor to emerge in the individual competition so far in this tournament.

"It's actually a Soul Saint... The Holy Spirit Sect actually had such a person hidden away!"

The light emanating from Yan Feng's seven spirit rings instantly overshadowed everything else on the field.

Soul Saint!

"Roar--!"

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic bone dragon, over five meters tall and entirely composed of white bones, appeared on the arena. Its seventh spirit ring, the ten-thousand-year-old black ring, shone brilliantly!

The true form of Wuhun!

Yan Feng immediately activated his Martial Soul True Body, clearly showing no intention of testing anyone. He intended to use his strongest form to completely crush this arrogant brat in front of him.

A dense aura of death mixed with the dragon's might transformed into a tangible shockwave that swept towards Zhou Xuan.

However, Zhou Xuan slightly raised his right hand and gently moved his index finger in the air.

laugh.

A golden streak of light left a mark on the ground as his fingertips moved.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Yan Feng's true form of the bone dragon roared, raised its huge bone claws, which were filled with a ball of gray death energy, and slammed down.

Zhou Xuan simply took a step back, landing right in the center of the golden array plate.

Om-!
The entire array plate shone brightly, and a semi-transparent golden shield rose from the ground, enveloping Zhou Xuan within it.

boom!
The bone claws slammed heavily onto the protective shield, producing a deafening roar.

"what?"

Zhou Xuan stood in the center of the formation, raised his head, and for the first time, a hint of interest appeared on his face.

"A bone dragon, huh? That's rather interesting."

Yan Feng felt an irresistible twisting force coming from under his claws. His massive bone dragon body was pulled by this force and involuntarily staggered two steps to the side.

These two steps created a huge flaw in his otherwise flawless offensive.

Zhou Xuan's figure vanished instantly within the formation, and the next second, he appeared behind Yan Feng.

Yan Feng was terrified. He turned around abruptly, and another bone claw swept across the air with a sharp whistling sound.

But just as the sweeping bone claw was about to touch Zhou Xuan, it strangely deflected upwards by half a foot, grazing past the top of his head.

"This is impossible!" Yan Feng was completely flustered.

"too slow."

Zhou Xuan's calm voice rang out, and with a slight shift in his footing, he disappeared from the spot once again.

"It's over!"

boom!
Runes in all eight directions lit up simultaneously, and a beam of light shot into the sky, forming a huge golden cage.

Yan Feng felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire, every movement was extremely difficult, and the circulation of his soul power became sluggish.

"Break it for me!"

Yan Feng roared madly, opening his huge mouth and spewing out a dragon breath that contained all his soul power towards Zhou Xuan.

"That's it? Then...it really is over!"

He pointed his fingers like a sword at Yan Feng from afar.

The golden cage that had imprisoned the Bone Dragon's true form instantly contracted, and the eight beams of light transformed into eight golden chains that tightly bound Yan-Feng's limbs and body.

Yan Feng struggled frantically, his Bone Dragon True Form unleashing tremendous power, yet he could not break free from the seemingly delicate chains even slightly.

Click!

The Bone Dragon's true form let out a mournful cry, its massive body shattering into countless bone dust particles, transforming back into Yan Feng's original form.

The seven spirit rings on his body dimmed, and he collapsed to his knees, panting heavily.

Zhou Xuan slowly walked up to him and looked down at him.

Then he kicked out.

boom!
Yan Feng's body was kicked by Zhou Xuan, and he flew backward like a broken sack, drawing a messy arc in the air before crashing heavily at the feet of the Holy Spirit Sect's preparation area.

His bones were all shattered, and he lay limp on the ground, with only faint undulations proving that he was still alive.

Zhou Xuan withdrew his foot, not even glancing at him again.

"Sixth match of the semi-final individual elimination round, Shrek Academy, Zhou Xuan wins!"

An unprecedented frenzy erupted in the audience.

"Shrek! Shrek!"

"Zhou Xuan! Zhou Xuan!"

The black-robed man who had spoken with Yan Feng earlier glanced down at Yan Feng, who lay sprawled at his feet like a dead dog, and let out a soft, enigmatic laugh.

"waste."

He took a step forward, stepping out of the shadows, ready to enter the arena.

"In the individual competition, the Holy Spirit Sect concedes defeat."

The hoarse voice amplified through the soul-guided loudspeaker, instantly silencing the noisy venue.

Give up?

The Holy Spirit Sect actually admitted defeat on its own initiative?

The man in black robes ignored the astonishment of the crowd and simply stared at Zhou Xuan on the field from a distance of several dozen meters.

"In the team competition, we will make you pay back what you owe, with interest."

Zhou Xuan remained calm and uttered two words.

"at any time."

"With the Holy Spirit Sect conceding defeat, Shrek Academy has won this individual elimination match!"

"Next, the team competition will begin. Both sides, please prepare yourselves!"

The referee announced loudly that both sides had a short break.

Shrek's group gathered around.

"Brother Xuan, you're awesome!"

"One person wore the clothes of their entire team!"

Zhou Xuan waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

His consumption was negligible.

On the other side, the seven members of the Holy Spirit Sect also stepped onto the field.

Six figures in black robes surrounded a person of exceptionally tall stature.

The man was also dressed in a black robe, but without a hood, revealing a angular face with a hint of arrogance and vicissitude.

When the people in the Tang Clan's preparation area saw that face clearly, everyone was stunned.

Beibei suddenly stood up, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh.

"San Shi..."

Tang Ya's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

It's him!

Xu Sanshi!
On the field, Zhou Xuan's expression finally changed.

A chilling, bone-chilling killing intent emanated from him.

Xu Sanshi, who was opposite him, clearly also sensed the murderous intent directed at him.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a complicated smile.

"Zhou Xuan, it's been a long time."

“It has indeed been a long time.” Zhou Xuan’s voice was very soft.

"It's been so long that I almost forgot there was still a bug like you that I hadn't gotten rid of."

Xu Sanshi's smile froze, then turned cold.

"Clean up? With your skills?"

He took a step forward, and seven spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and red—rose up with a roar!
The seventh spirit ring was a dazzling 100,000-year level!

Soul Saint!

Moreover, he is a Soul Saint with a 100,000-year Soul Ring!
"Martial spirit's true form!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Sanshi immediately activated his strongest state.

A massive phantom of Xuanwu appeared behind him, letting out a deep roar to the sky, its heavy, mountain-like aura suppressing the entire area.

The Xuanwu Shield, which once symbolized absolute defense, was now surrounded by wisps of black mist.

"The match begins!" (End of Chapter)