"Or perhaps the rules governing soul power in that world are more loosely defined!"
"Otherwise, this simply cannot be explained by the ten core competencies of a martial soul!"
However.
This time, even Tang San, who admired him the most, did not agree with him.
Because anyone with eyes can see it.
That claw strike.
It doesn't rely on soul bones, nor on rules.
Rather, it was the indomitable and invincible aura, and the ultimate control over the martial soul.
...
The Spirit Hall, the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the papal chair, a rare hint of admiration appearing in her pale purple eyes.
"Such pure metallic properties."
She parted her red lips slightly, her voice echoing throughout the hall.
"It's not just pure power, but rather the compression and purification of soul power, transforming it into ultimate sharpness."
"This boy's understanding of martial spirits has surpassed that of many titled Douluo."
Bibi Dong looked down at the group of elders.
"If he grows up, I'm afraid even my Spider King Armor might not be able to completely block this Geng Metal Qi."
Even someone as proud as Bibi Dong had to admit it at this moment.
This boy's talent is truly terrifying.
It's not just about soul power level, but also about comprehension.
"What a pity."
Bibi Dong shook her head slightly.
"Not from our world."
"Otherwise, even if it means resorting to any means, I will bring him into the Spirit Hall."
...
Offering Hall.
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back before the angel statue.
What he saw was even more profound than what Bibi Dong saw.
"Momentum".
Qian Daoliu slowly uttered a single word.
"This boy has already cultivated an invincible aura."
"Commanding the three armies and obeying orders without question—this is the way of the king."
"To slay enemy generals on the battlefield and kill enemies of higher ranks—this is an aura of dominance."
"The way of the benevolent and the way of the hegemon coexist."
Qian Daoliu sighed, his gaze complex.
"Xue'er losing to him is not only not unjust, but perhaps... even a blessing in disguise."
"Only a man like this is worthy of my granddaughter."
...
Haotian Sect, the forbidden area in the back mountain.
Tang Hao, dressed in rags, was sitting on a huge rock.
His cloudy old eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp light.
"Good lad!"
"strong enough!"
Tang Hao burst into laughter, the sound so loud it made the surrounding trees tremble.
"What skills, what control? In the face of absolute power, they're all just bullshit!"
"With this claw strike, whatever your defenses are, I'll smash them all!"
He seemed to see a resemblance to the Haotian Sect in Dai Mubai from that white world.
That was the ultimate worship of power.
"If this kid comes to Haotian Sect, I will definitely take him as my disciple."
"This temper is just to my liking!"
Tang Hao took a swig of cheap liquor, his eyes filled with a hint of dejection.
Then look at your son.
Although excellent, it always has too much scheming and too many hidden tricks, lacking some of the bold and unrestrained spirit of this kind.
"Third son..."
"Sometimes, fists are more effective than brains."
...
On Poseidon Island, Poseidon stands quietly by the sea.
The sea breeze blew through her red robe.
"Such a figure has actually emerged on land."
She whispered.
"The aura of war and battle seemed to make even the waves of the sea avoid its sharp edge."
"If he were to participate in the Nine Trials of the Sea God..."
Poseidon did not continue speaking.
But she knew it in her heart.
If Dai Mubai from this white world were to invade Seagod Island, even the light of the Seagod would probably not be able to suppress his proud spirit.
...
Above the sky, the image gradually faded away.
That breathtaking battle was frozen in time at the moment Dai Mubai flicked away blood and retracted his claws.
The third comparison concludes here.
People from two different worlds, each with their own thoughts at this moment.
The people in the underworld felt envy, jealousy, and disappointment at their own "useless prince."
The people of the White World are proud, honored, and have boundless worship for their Emperor.
Just then.
The sky trembled once again.
Lines of large, golden characters slowly appeared.
[The third comparison is complete.]
[Winner: Dai Mubai, Bai Shijie.]
[Evaluation: A general of the royal army, a killing god of Geng metal.]
[Rewards being processed...]
Everyone's breathing became rapid.
The rewards from the first two times were already amazing enough.
This time, such a brilliant record, such an overwhelming victory.
What kind of incredible rewards will the Sky Curtain offer?
[Rewards settlement complete.]
[Dai Mubai of the White World has received a unique reward for this time and space—the Realm of Immortality.]
[Note: Upon expanding the domain, the user's lifespan becomes endless, their youth eternal, and they are unaffected by the passage of time. Within the domain, allied forces are instantly healed, withered trees are revived, and all things are given new life.]
The Dark World.
An unprecedented uproar.
If the previous million-year soul rings and soul bones only made people feel that they were the ultimate power, a peak that mortals could not reach.
The current concept of "immortality" has completely shattered the cognitive boundaries of living beings.
That is the authority of gods.
A corner of Xingluo Square.
Dai Mubai, who was clutching a bottle of wine and looking utterly dejected, was completely unaware that the bottle had slipped from his hand.
With a snap, the bottle shattered, and the liquor splashed onto his trouser leg.
He stared intently at the sky, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, his eyes bloodshot.
"Immortality...immortality?!"
Dai Mubai's voice sounded like a broken bellows.
He could only feel a fire, a poisonous fire called jealousy, burning wildly in his internal organs, scorching him until his liver and intestines were torn apart.
On what grounds?
The same Dai Mubai, but in that world, he not only possessed invincible power and supreme authority, but now even the Grim Reaper has to bow down to him.
And I can only wait in this dark corner for the years to pass, for myself to turn into a handful of yellow earth, for myself to rot in endless regret.
"ah--!"
Dai Mubai let out a shrill howl.
...
Shrek Academy.
The moment the words "immortality" appeared in Tang San's hand, he instinctively crushed the teacup in his hand into powder.
The scalding tea dripped through his fingers, burning his skin.
But he didn't react at all.
Those usually calm eyes were now filled with intense greed and resentment.
What is he pursuing by cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?
Isn't it all about reaching the summit and transcending the mundane world?
Even though he had lived two lives and possessed the Tang Clan's unique skills, he dared not hope for "eternal life".
That is a forbidden realm that even the most powerful experts could never reach in their entire lives.
"I refuse to accept this..."
A voice inside Tang San was roaring wildly.
That's not fair.
There's absolutely no logic to it.
Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, slumped in his chair, looking as if his soul had been ripped away.
He spent his entire life studying martial spirit theory, always trying to prove that there are no useless martial spirits.
But in the face of "immortality," the so-called theories and levels are simply a joke.
As long as you're alive and have enough time, even a pig can cultivate itself into a god, right?
"Even if I only have half... no, a tenth of my lifespan..."
Yu Xiaogang's withered fingers trembled, and his eyes were gloomy.
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