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Black mist erupted from Zhang Peng, a dark cloud swirling under his feet.

His skin darkened instantly; one eyebrow arched high, and a black “king” symbol appeared on his forehead.

Two yellow, two purple, five black—nine soul rings rose, each radiating light.

Rubbing his hands together, a black orb formed in Zhang Peng’s palms.

Facing Su Yu’s attack, Zhang Peng’s soul rings flashed in turn, the black orb deepening.

Without hesitation, he thrust the black orb at Su Yu.

Su Yu sneered, three layers of light flashing.

Ice Emperor Domain!

Snowy Dance Domain!

Perpetual Ice Domain!

Three domains’ power fused into one punch—this strike could change the world.

And, in his true martial soul form, the cold was pushed to the limit.

Before the punch even landed, the extreme cold was already freezing the very air.

The black orb in Zhang Peng’s hands, at the moment of contact, turned to ice under his horrified gaze.

Boom!

The iceball shattered, energy exploding, but Su Yu’s punch broke through like bamboo, smashing into Zhang Peng’s chest!

Zhang Peng’s heart pounded. At the last moment, his seventh soul ring flared.

The black cloud around him contracted, and he roared, both fists out. A low, bestial growl echoed in the air.

His body swelled, transforming in an instant into a giant black tiger.

This was his martial soul true form.

The black tiger was over fifteen meters long, tail raised high, ending with a dark, glowing hook.

Its violet eyes glared fiercely, roaring with power.

As the sound waves expanded, Su Yu’s punch followed hard behind.

The strike, carrying three domains’ power, slammed into Zhang Peng’s true form.

Boom!

A wild energy storm erupted.

Even with his true form, Zhang Peng was blasted away, with no suspense.

The fierce cold raged within the black tiger, trying to freeze all life.

“Roar!”

The black tiger howled, shuddering as icy blue light was forced out.

It spat out a mass of blood-streaked ice.

Su Yu’s strike had hurt him.

“Scorpion Tiger Martial Soul—nothing special. I’ll finish you in one move!”

Su Yu looked at the black tiger, his aura surging.

Zhang Peng’s martial soul, the Scorpion Tiger, was a variant of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, a powerful soul beast.

Su Yu knew well about it.

In his knowledge, it was a true super soul beast.

Rare talents, multiple elements, born wicked.

In terms of race, only special emperor beasts surpassed it.

If Zhang Peng had the real Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, Su Yu would have a tough fight.

But, unfortunately, the Scorpion Tiger was just a sub-species.

Though it could attack both mind and body, it was nothing to Su Yu.

A mere scorpion tiger—today, you die!

A red light flashed as Su Yu’s seven 100,000-year soul rings radiated cold majesty.

With a squeeze, black and white energy swirled—a supreme, unrivaled aura rising.

His ultimate skill: Sovereign Dominance.

Golden light burst from him, turning Su Yu into a golden figure—a sense of invincibility.

He hovered in the air, starry eyes sweeping the world.

“Die!”

Su Yu’s vast spiritual power locked onto the black tiger; his fist thundered down like lightning.

Zhang Peng’s heart trembled, but then his eyes went mad.

Su Yu’s relentless pressure only fueled his rage.

His violet eyes blazed, shadows pouring from the black cloud, turning into soul beasts of all shapes.

This was Zhang Peng’s ability—fusing the souls of slain beasts into spirit beasts.

He had twelve main beast souls, each powerful.

Watching the beast souls charge at Su Yu, his eyes only grew colder.

Others might not react, but Su Yu was different.

He was the young master of soul beasts—the future lord.

To Su Yu, Zhang Peng was no better than murderers who practiced on the living.

Though human, soul beasts were his people.

Furious, Su Yu’s power soared, golden light blazing like a small sun.

“He’s angry!”

Wang Dong’er watched Su Yu like the noonday sun, murmuring.

She could sense his emotions.

“This bastard deserves death!”

Di Mingli’s voice was glacial, eyes radiating killing intent.

She didn’t mind soul masters hunting soul beasts—survival of the fittest.

But enslaving their souls crossed the line.

Zhang Peng must die!

She understood Su Yu’s feelings.

The other girls said nothing, just watched the sky.

Now, Su Yu and Zhang Peng were fully engaged.

Beast souls charged, but Su Yu’s radiance was like a sun—moths to a flame.

Their ferocious forms faded, purified by the light.

“How is this possible?”

Zhang Peng was shocked, but Su Yu gave him no time to react—his fist pressed down like a mountain.

Boom!

A dull thud echoed. A figure exploded, black mist and blood spraying as a shockwave blasted away the clouds for miles.

Su Yu’s fist was still clenched—but Zhang Peng was gone.

With one punch, Su Yu obliterated the martial soul true form of Zhang Peng.

The whole place fell silent.

Especially those who knew Zhang Peng—they couldn’t believe their eyes.

“How is this possible? How?!”

Xu Tiannan muttered, shocked, even a little fearful.

How could Su Yu be this strong?

That was the Scorpion Tiger Douluo—Zhang Peng.

A true Super Douluo of the Holy Spirit Sect.

And Su Yu killed him?

And not just killed—crushed him utterly, not even a corpse left?

Xu Tiannan shivered. No matter his schemes, all was meaningless before such might.

He’d always been cunning, but this defied all reason.

And Su Yu was his enemy!

How could he sleep at night?

“Gulp…”

In the stands, Long Aotian swallowed, sweat soaking his bandages.

He stared at Su Yu in the sky, feeling it was like a dream.

Dead—just like that?

A Super Douluo, slaughtered in three punches.

One punch—sent flying.

 Second punch—severely injured.

 Third punch—obliterated.

What strength and dominance!

Su Yu’s power made Long Aotian question his pride.

He’d always been proud, but seeing Su Yu’s power shattered all that.

Su Yu was far beyond the younger generation.

After all, Zhang Peng wasn’t just anybody—he was a Super Douluo!

Long Aotian trembled, glancing at Weina.

Weina was just as shocked.

Mouth agape, eyes wide—a picture of total astonishment.

Su Yu’s three punches had shattered her world.

“That’s insane!”

In the Shrek team, Wu Ming cursed excitedly.

What did she see?

Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, just got killed?

She grabbed Zhang Lexuan’s arm in excitement. “Eldest Sister, did you see that?!”

“Su Yu took out Zhang Peng—holy crap, he’s amazing!”

Wu Ming was thrilled. Zhang Lexuan smiled. “Saw it. Xiao Yu’s strength has grown again.”

“Yeah, more than just a little—it’s a leap.”

Han Ruoruo sighed. “Zhang Peng was an evil soul master and a Super Douluo, yet Su Yu killed him so decisively.”

“His true strength is probably not far from Dean Yan’s.”

“Such terrifying talent.”

“No wonder Elder Mu and the others went all out to recruit him.”

“He’s worth it!”

Shrek Academy had tried everything to win over Su Yu, sending their best students to him.

And with good reason—he was exceptional.

Compared to his peers, Su Yu was leagues ahead.

Even those older couldn’t match him.

His strength rivaled the top experts of the previous generation.

His growth was astonishing.

“Hehe, Sister Ruoruo, are you tempted too?”

Wu Ming teased.

Han Ruoruo chuckled, “You tease me, but I bet you’re itching yourself.”

Wu Ming blushed. “So what? I like him—can’t I?”

“I’m not young anymore; it’s normal to like a boy.”

Han Ruoruo laughed, “Very reasonable, but you’ve got plenty of competition~”

“Look…”

She gestured.

Wu Ming looked, and sure enough, plenty of girls were eyeing Su Yu—including many top disciples from various sects.

In the soul master world, power is respected.

Su Yu was not only powerful but handsome too—he’d won many hearts.

Wu Ming pouted, sighing, “Isn’t he a bit too popular?”

“What do you expect? Good things have many admirers.”

Han Ruoruo laughed.

Wu Ming clung to Zhang Lexuan, whining, “Eldest Sister, you have to help Ming’er! My happiness is in your hands.”

Zhang Lexuan: “…”

Ming’er, have you no shame?

“Zhang Peng!!!”

On the other side, Su Yu’s overwhelming kill finally caught Zhongli Wu’s attention.

He stared at the drifting blood mist, sensing Zhang Peng’s fading aura, eyes nearly popping.

“You brat! How dare you!”

Zhang Peng was a Super Douluo, a top expert even in the Holy Spirit Sect—now dead?

Already furious, Zhongli Wu was now blazing, killing intent erupting.

“You little bastard, I’ll kill you!”

He roared, but Mu Wu smacked him across the face.

“What are you yelling for?”

Mu Wu slapped Zhongli Wu, sending him flying.

“Bastard!”

Zhongli Wu was incensed, eyes bloodshot.

But Mu Wu ignored him, crushing him with sheer force.

“Impossible! How can you be this strong?”

The more they fought, the more shocked Zhongli Wu became.

No matter how he attacked, Mu Wu handled it with ease.

Effortlessly neutralizing his attacks, occasionally countering and forcing him on the defensive.

His mutated martial soul, Death God Puppet, was useless against Mu Wu.

“You think I’m as weak as you?”

“I thought you’d be stronger. You’re just a waste of time.”

“I’m done playing. Zhongli Wu, your time is up!”

With that, Mu Wu’s aura changed, surging higher.

Facing Mu Wu’s rising power, Zhongli Wu felt death looming.

Terrified, he cried out:

“Mother, save me!”