"Gulp..."
The sound of swallowing echoed in quick succession.
Countless powerhouses of the Spirit Hall looked on at the scene in front of them, their expressions thunderstruck. The one just killed was no ordinary Soul Master from the roadside, but one of the Spirit Hall elders, the Titled Douluo known as Devil Bear—a true top-tier powerhouse.
Yet even such a figure was swatted into bloody mist with a single palm.
Who in the world is this deity?!
No wonder he could batter Her Holiness the Pope into such a sorry, dog-like defeat.
But just who is he?!!
Which extreme old monster came here?
Or maybe...
"Mr. Su Lin, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Yue Guan mustered his courage and spoke up. "Our Emperor, she—Ah!"
Before he could finish, a random flick of Su Wen's purple whip sent Yue Guan flying. Lightning crackled and thundered along the whip, scorching Yue Guan's body black and smashing him into the dust, leaving him half dead.
"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, your words don't count," Su Wen said lightly.
Looking around at the terror-stricken faces, he smiled softly. "Only what I say counts."
"Earlier, I sent a soul beast to Spirit Hall to reason with you, but it seems... the message wasn't clear."
"..."
The field fell utterly silent.
Only now, finally, did the Spirit Hall elites realize just who—what—they were facing...
Not long ago, the terror of that ancient ferocious beast made everyone tremble just recalling it. They'd long wondered, if that beast was subdued by someone it called 'Master', just which ultimate powerhouse could it be?
And now...
The true master had appeared.
Just a couple of simple moves, and everyone was too scared to even shift their feet.
Honestly, someone who can swat a Titled Douluo like an ant—if anyone called him a god, who would doubt it?
"And you... Ghost?"
Su Wen coldly glanced at a shadow on the ground.
"Spare me, my lord! I was only following orders, truly....." The shadow fidgeted, and out came a black-robed figure, whose face showed pure terror.
"Heh, just following orders," Su Wen curled his lips.
He shook his head, not interested in banter. Waving his hand carelessly, he slapped the man into the ground, alive or dead.
He turned to look at Bibi Dong, who'd been smashed into the dirt and was now playing dead, trying to sneak by.
Clearly, this creature did not want to die...
His voice was calm, "Today, I've come at Brother Xun Ji's behest to rid this place of evil. Such a huge Spirit Hall, yet it's been consumed by a worm like you..."
Many listeners felt discomfort.
After all, all of Qian Xunji's old subordinates had died years ago, hunting Tang Hao and during Bibi Dong's purge afterwards. The remaining powerful members were all cultivated by Bibi Dong, using the resources of Spirit Hall.
Especially folks like Ghost, Yue Guan, and the Porcupine Douluo.
They were loyal to Bibi Dong, not Qian Xunji.
But right now, none could do anything but hang their heads and listen to this man's rebuke.
"For Xiao Xue's sake, I'll spare your lives this once, but it's the last time," Su Wen said indifferently. "From today forth, Spirit Hall had better not provoke me, or next time..."
...
"Tsk tsk, killed the Devil Bear with one punch. Just how high is that guy's level?" On the city wall, the Golden Crocodile Douluo looked stunned.
"No... that's purely physical strength," Qian Daoliu exhaled heavily. "He didn't use any soul power at all with that punch and it still blew Devil Bear apart. No wonder even ferocious beasts like the Golden Behemoth are suppressed by him."
"You see, there's always someone stronger."
"Though we can sweep away most forces, across the entire continent, countless hidden realms house existences that would make us look insignificant. Some real hermits could wipe Spirit Hall out single-handed."
"With her intelligence, do you think she'll suspect you, big brother, and take revenge someday?"
A white-haired, blue-robed elder asked gently.
"..."
Qian Daoliu sighed. "The events with Xun Ji all those years ago—our Qian family owes her. If it's revenge, so be it. I'm old, destined for sacrifice anyway..."
"Does Xiao Xue really have what it takes to become a god?" The Lion Douluo rumbled.
"Of course. In a thousand years, our Qian family has never seen another born with innate full soul power. Even I, back then, was only level nineteen when starting out. The difference is a chasm."
A silence settled between them.
...
Depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.
At the core.
A wholly black, eight-meter-long Dark Devilgod Tiger surveyed the area in terror, its blood-red eyes and body exuding sinister aura.
Once, it ruled the Star Dou Forest—bossing even Da Ming and Er Ming if they teamed up.
But now?
Look around.
Scarlet King, Bear Lord, Myriad Demon King, and so on—beasts of over a hundred thousand years, real monsters all starting at three hundred thousand years of age, were chatting nearby, ignoring him.
At the very center stood a black-robed figure.
From that figure radiated immense, inborn pressure—a bloodline-suppressing fear... it felt like a true dragon!!!
Just where did all these overlords come from?
Is the Star Dou Great Forest even the same as before?
Those Da Ming and Er Ming whom he used to fear are now cowering in corners no better than himself.
"Di Tian, what kind of matter brought you to mobilize like this? I haven't finished sucking on that old Silkworm King yet, and you woke me up! If I end up failing my next tribulation, are you taking responsibility?" Bear Lord groused, folding his arms.
"Bear Lord, when has Di Tian been reckless?" Bi Ji said softly.
"Something pressing must have happened for everyone to be awakened and gathered to seek that Dark Devilgod Tiger."
Even the main laborer, the Myriad Demon King, nodded.
It didn't care.
Bear Lord didn't accept Di Tian's authority, since Di Tian was truly frightful in battle, but had no choice but to go along. If booted out, he'd struggle to absorb Tian Meng.
Besides, it was just catching a soul beast—so easy.
Scarlet King said nothing, having just awakened and found a few soul beasts to snack on.
"It's here?"
After a long silence, Di Tian finally spoke.
"What's here?" Bear Lord looked around, puzzled.
Suddenly.
A white-clothed man appeared at his side, eyeing the Dark Devilgod Tiger with interest, striding past the stunned Bear Lord and the bewildered fierce beasts nearby.
(Time passes)
Su Wen approached the black tiger, smiling.
[Dark Devilgod Tiger]
[Cultivation: 60,000 years]
[Attributes: Evil (original), Time, Space-Time, Lightning, Strength, Wind]
[Potential: 8]
[Evaluation: An all-around pet beast, especially talented at devouring. Once exposed, it arouses jealousy and suppression from other beasts. If cultivated to the limit, it may become an 'Evil God'.]
ps: The Dark Devilgod Tiger has 60,000 years cultivation, but in terms of fighting power, it's at best equivalent to a 200,000+ year beast. After all, it couldn't even beat Da Ming and Er Ming together and got killed by Tang San who's only level 93 with a divine weapon...