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The once lofty competition stage was now destroyed.

The stage, constructed from high-grade alloy metal and the hardest granite, had utterly collapsed.

The metal was torn into pieces, and twisted into exaggerated arcs.

The tough granite was smashed to powder, leaving only stone debris strewn everywhere.

Even more shocking, a massive crater nearly two hundred meters in diameter and dozens of meters deep had formed around the stage.

Dirt, stone dust, shredded metal, and even bloodstained shards of ice were scattered all over.

As for the six members of the Holy Spirit Sect, they had long since vanished without a trace.

“Gulp!”

In the stands, Long Aotian couldn’t help but swallow hard, a deep sense of relief welling up in his heart.

Yes, relief.

He was relieved that when Su Yu fought him, Su Yu didn’t pull off a move like this.

Otherwise, no matter how strong his defense or how impressive his second awakening, facing such a world-shattering explosion would leave only one outcome: not even bones would remain.

It’s no exaggeration—caught in the heart of such a terrifying blast, unless you’re a Title Douluo-level powerhouse, you’re doomed to die.

Wait…

Long Aotian suddenly realized something.

The explosion was so overwhelming—did Su Yu himself get hurt by the backlash?

But as it turned out, he was overthinking.

On one side of the crater, the seven figures of the Holy Slayer Palace appeared.

Su Yu stood at the front, with Xuedi, Didi, Mingli, and the other six girls standing behind him.

All seven, not a speck of dust on them, clearly unscathed.

“This… damn it!”

At this moment, on the main platform, Zhongli Wu’s last hope finally died.

Looking out over the stage, there was no sign of anyone from the Holy Spirit Sect.

Yan Feng, Lu Genggeng, Tang Dai—all gone.

Even their auras had completely vanished.

Only the bloodstained ice shards seemed to tell a story.

Zhongli Wu was furious—livid.

His six elite disciples, just like that, were dead.

All were killed by Su Yu in a single move.

This bastard!

At this point, Zhongli Wu could see it all.

This was all a trap set by Su Yu.

Why did he wait until the end to reveal his soul rings?

It was to kill the Holy Spirit Sect’s contestants deliberately.

And not just that—he’d planned to wipe them all out.

These were all outstanding disciples, each with a promising future.

Especially with Su Yu carrying out such a massacre in public, it was a direct slap in the face to the Holy Spirit Sect.

A slap to Zhongli Wu himself.

Su Yu’s actions were no different from pissing on the Holy Spirit Sect’s head.

Intolerable!

Zhongli Wu slapped the table and stood up, a terrifying aura bursting forth.

In an instant, it was as if the sky was falling. An icy, sinister, suffocating pressure descended.

“You bastard?!”

With a single step, Zhongli Wu was hovering in mid-air.

His terrifying pressure bore down from above, trying to crush Su Yu.

The indiscriminate force even crushed a swathe of the audience, sending the scene into chaos.

“Sect Master, what are you doing?!”

Xu Tiannan’s expression darkened. The Holy Spirit Sect had lost, and that was hard enough to accept.

Now Zhongli Wu was causing more trouble.

And not just trouble—he was harming innocents. Most of the audience were citizens of the Sun-Moon Empire.

Zhongli Wu’s actions were making Xu Tiannan lose face.

But Zhongli Wu ignored Xu Tiannan, glaring at Su Yu with venom.

“You bastard, how dare you commit murder?”

He played the victim, loudly accusing Su Yu.

Su Yu sneered, “Old man, what are you barking for?”

“Murder?”

“When your Holy Spirit Sect dogs killed on stage before, why didn’t you protest then?”

“At the time, you said ‘accidents happen in matches’.”

“That’s right, accidents do happen. I lost control for a moment and wiped them all out—makes sense, don’t you think?”

“If you want to blame someone, blame your useless bunch for being too weak. Can’t take a hit.”

“If you’re weak, practice more!”

“Good, good, good! You kill my Holy Spirit Sect disciples and still act so arrogant? You think I can’t handle you?”

“Die!”

Zhongli Wu could no longer contain his rage—Su Yu’s words had ignited his fury.

Combined with Su Yu’s monstrous talent, Zhongli Wu’s killing intent soared to its peak.

He couldn’t let Su Yu live—he’d become a dire threat to the Holy Spirit Sect.

Even if it meant offending the Ice God Palace head-on.

What Su Yu had revealed today was enough to make Zhongli Wu risk everything to kill him.

A full set of 100,000-year soul rings—he’d never even heard of it.

Such a person was too dangerous.

The Douluo Continent cannot tolerate someone this powerful!

Zhongli Wu’s killing intent surged, even triggering changes in the sky.

Blood-red light covered the heavens, a sinister, bloody aura spreading.

Zhongli Wu wasn’t joking—he was really about to kill Su Yu on the spot.

“Old man, you talk big, but I doubt you can do it.”

“Someone, shut him up!”

“Yes!”

A bold, boisterous voice rang out, and the temperature in the sky plummeted.

Mu Wu’s figure appeared in mid-air, dressed in white, exuding a biting chill.

Ice-blue light shot skyward, clearing the blood-red aura in an instant.

Most of the sky was forcibly taken over by the ice-blue radiance.

Zhongli Wu’s expression shifted. “Who are you?”

“You’re not worthy to know my name!”

Mu Wu had no intention of wasting words. His Baxia Martial Soul is attached in a flash.

Six black, three red—and nine soul rings shone brilliantly. In the next moment, he attacked Zhongli Wu.

Zhongli Wu quickly countered, and the two clashed in mid-air.

“This…”

On the dais, Xu Tiannan’s face darkened, fists clenched tight.

He hadn’t even reacted before Mu Wu and Zhongli Wu were already fighting.

These two bastards—what do they take Xu Tiannan for?

Xu Tiannan was furious. This was a major tournament hosted by the Sun-Moon Empire.

And before it was even over, they were causing chaos, openly slapping the Empire’s face.

Xu Tiannan wanted to intervene, but his strength was lacking. He turned to Jing Hongchen. “Hall Master, please separate them. The tournament isn’t over—how can they draw weapons here?”

“If this continues, it’ll disgrace the Empire!”

Jing Hongchen replied calmly, “Your Highness is right, but I’m just an ordinary level-nine soul engineer—not nearly as powerful as them.”

“Your Highness should ask someone more capable.”

Jing Hongchen couldn’t care less about Xu Tiannan.

Weren’t you arrogant before? Laughing and all.

Why aren’t you laughing now?

Think being Crown Prince makes you impressive?

It’s time you see how cruel the world can be.

You—no soldiers, no power—dare give me attitude?

Who do you think you are?

Jing Hongchen wasn’t worried—he even felt like laughing.

Now you care about the Empire’s face?

When the Empire and Holy Spirit Sect were rigging matches together, its face was long gone.

Now you want me to clean up your mess? Screw you.

“You…”

Hearing Jing Hongchen’s words, Xu Tiannan was livid.

This bastard won’t give me any respect?

He took a deep breath and shouted, “Royal Soul Engineer Corps, stop the fight at once!”

Silence…

But it was useless. After his command, the Royal Soul Engineer Corps didn’t move at all.

Though they were here to protect Xu Tiannan, that didn’t mean he could order them around.

They only took orders from the Emperor of the Sun-Moon Empire.

Protecting Xu Tiannan was just because he was acting as the Emperor’s representative.

Unless Xu Tiannan became Emperor, he had no authority over them.

In the stands, many people snickered.

Especially those from Shrek Academy, the Star Luo Empire, the Heavenly Soul Empire, and the Body Sect—they were enjoying the show.

They all disliked the Sun-Moon Empire, so Xu Tiannan’s embarrassment was a delight.

Xu Tiannan clearly heard the faint laughter, his face turning dark, gripping his wheelchair’s armrest until the veins bulged.

Humiliating—utterly humiliating!

He’d never been so disgraced in his life.

Xu Tiannan, already twisted, now bore deep resentment toward Su Yu, Jing Hongchen, and even Zhongli Wu.

Su Yu and Zhongli Wu ignored him; Jing Hongchen mocked him openly.

They all deserve to die!

Xu Tiannan’s eyes were vicious, his heart roaring with hatred.

But no one cared about his impotent rage.

Su Yu, with one hand behind his back, spoke indifferently, “Referee, are you dead?”

“If not, come out and announce the results.”

From the crater, the Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan flew out, disheveled and covered in dirt.

His breath was uneven—obviously, the explosion had affected him.

Zheng Zhan looked at Su Yu with some resentment, mixed with dread and fear.

He was terrified.

This Su Yu was crazy!

That move that wiped out the Holy Spirit Sect nearly scared him to death.

Even a Title Douluo caught in that would have been seriously injured.

If he’d been at the center, he’d be in bad shape.

Most shocking—Su Yu dared to kill.

Those were the Holy Spirit Sect’s best young talents.

Su Yu killed them all in one go—utterly audacious.

No wonder even the Sect Master couldn’t sit still.

“Referee, announce the score. I’ve got things to do—don’t waste my time.”

This Su Yu doesn’t mince words.

Zheng Zhan hesitated.

How should he judge this?

By result, Su Yu won, no question.

But Su Yu killed all the Holy Spirit Sect members.

If he declared Su Yu the winner, would those Holy Spirit Sect people blame him?

But if not, Su Yu’s background was deep—would Su Yu and his backers let him off?

Zheng Zhan felt it was so hard.

Why did he, a regular Title Douluo, have to be caught between these two superpowers?

Seeing Zheng Zhan silent, Su Yu pressed, “Referee, did you hear me?”

“No need to rush the referee. You committed murder—such a vile act is a grave violation of the tournament rules!”

“In my opinion, you should be disqualified!”

Su Yu looked toward the voice, wanting to see who dared spout nonsense now.

He smiled—so it was Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng, meeting Su Yu’s gaze, felt a bit guilty.

Honestly, he didn’t want to speak up, but he had no choice.

With Zhongli Wu already fighting Mu Wu, if he stayed silent, who knew what punishment awaited him back home?

He had to stand up for the Holy Spirit Sect.

Su Yu’s eyes turned cold, staring at Zhang Peng. “Old man, you dare lecture me on rules?”

“If we’re talking rules, your evil soul masters should have been eliminated long ago.”

“And you dare bark at me? Who’s the dog now?”

With that, Su Yu stepped out, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant, appearing in the rest area.

Zhang Peng was startled, not even able to speak before Su Yu’s aura exploded and his martial soul attached.

Seven blood-red soul rings shone. In the next instant, he threw a punch at Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng froze. Su Yu, just a Soul Sage, dared attack him?

He was a Super Douluo!

Though wary of the Ice God Palace, Zhang Peng had never considered Su Yu a threat.

Su Yu was talented, but still no real danger.

But when Zhang Peng met Su Yu’s punch head-on, his face changed instantly.

Within that punch was a torrent of spiritual intent and power, enough to shake heaven and earth.

Caught off guard, Zhang Peng was blasted back hundreds of meters.

Su Yu pressed the attack, his seventh soul ring flashing.

Seventh Soul Skill: Ice Emperor Avatar!

Ultimate ice, compressed to the extreme, three domains merged into one punch.

Sensing the power, Zhang Peng was alarmed, raising his guard to the maximum, no longer daring to underestimate Su Yu.