Chapter 69: The Tournament Begins! Instantly Defeating the Whole Field with a Single Glance
"Lin Sheng, what did you encounter during your time in the Far North?"
Du Busi asked nonchalantly.
At this moment, Lin Sheng was following beside Du Busi, the Sect Master of the Body Sect. The two of them were drinking together under the moon, enjoying themselves immensely.
This Peak powerhouse with a peculiar temperament...
...was filled with nothing but fondness for Lin Sheng.
"I ran into someone from Shrek and traveled with them all the way to Star Luo City."
Lin Sheng responded softly.
"Someone from Shrek..."
Du Busi pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, indicating he didn't care.
...
"The first round of the tournament's elimination matches is about to begin. Although it's just a seven-on-seven team battle, you understand the rules."
Du Busi sat on a wide rattan chair.
He waved his hand nonchalantly, his gaze sweeping over Long Aotian, Vina, and the others in front of him.
Finally, his gaze fixed on Lin Sheng, who was wrapped in a wide black robe.
"You must project a powerful Aura; don't lose face for our Body Sect. But..."
Du Busi's tone shifted.
His voice carried a hint of wily, old-fox-like cunning.
"Don't be in a hurry to reveal your trump cards. Those old fellows who call themselves members of the 'righteous sects' are all watching, understood?"
Long Aotian and Vina responded in unison, while only Lin Sheng remained silent.
He stood quietly in the shadows.
He didn't nod slightly until Du Busi finished speaking; his eyes, hidden under the wide black robe, were as calm as an ancient well.
Soon...
With the referee's command, the first match of the Snow Demon Sect team's selection trials officially began!
The Snow Demon Sect—this name had always been shrouded in a veil of mystery within the Soul Master World.
Although the outside world knew it had deep roots with the Body Sect...
...most believed it was merely the Body Sect's representative agency in the Heavenly Soul Empire.
Therefore, when they took the stage, their opponents...
...the somewhat famous Zhanhu Sect from the Star Luo Empire, did not show much apprehension.
The Zhanhu Sect's lineup was quite solid.
With three Spirit Kings presiding and four attack system Spirit Ancestors on the flanks, they were definitely a strong team that could walk over others in the first round of eliminations.
...
"Snow Demon Sect? Unfortunately, it is not the Body Sect after all."
The captain of the Zhanhu Sect was a burly young man. After his Martial Soul possessed him, his muscles bulged, and he emitted bursts of a bloody wind.
"Brothers, let's settle this quickly!"
"We want to face Shrek directly!"
Below the stage, in Shrek Academy's observation area...
Elder Xuan, acting as the leading elder, was absentmindedly gnawing on a chicken leg in his hand.
However...
The moment the Snow Demon Sect team stepped onto the field, his body stiffened strangely.
On the stage, the boy wearing the wide black robe with a slightly thin frame slowly raised his head.
In that instant...
...a corner of Lin Sheng's hood was blown back by a light breeze.
Boom—!
That blood-colored eye was like a ruby fished out from the depths of Hell, carrying a cold killing intent that was almost tangible.
It pierced through the layers of the crowd and locked onto Elder Xuan with precision.
Elder Xuan's heart skipped a beat.
This feeling...
...was like being targeted by a God of Slaughter resurrected from ancient times; even his Soul felt bouts of shivering at that moment.
"This Aura..."
The chicken leg in Elder Xuan's hand fell to the ground as his cloudy eyes stared fixedly at the black-robed youth on the stage.
"This blood-red color... this pressure... could it be that Lin Sheng?"
"To think he has grown to this level in such a short time..."
Elder Xuan's expression became extremely unsightly.
"Sigh... I have failed this child..."
Especially with what happened recently with Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng, Elder Xuan's heart seemed to become even more burdened with self-reproach.
Meanwhile...
...the referee on the stage did not give the crowd much time to think.
"Match start!"
The seven members of the Zhanhu Sect erupted with brilliant Soul Power almost instantly.
Tiger roars echoed through the arena, and various enhancement halos complemented each other.
"Leave it to me."
Just as Long Aotian intended to take a step forward to display the majesty of the Body Sect, Lin Sheng shook his head gently.
His voice was low and raspy...
...yet it carried a type of authority that brooked no refusal.
Lin Sheng slowly took a step forward.
In the next moment, a scene appeared that everyone present would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Boom—!
As his foot hit the ground, five Soul Rings spiraled up from beneath his feet in sequence.
Purple! Purple! Black!
The configuration of the first three Soul Rings was already earth-shattering, especially with that black ten-thousand-year Soul Ring appearing in the third position; it simply subverted the common knowledge of the Soul Master World.
However...
...when the fourth and fifth Soul Rings were revealed...
...the nearly one hundred thousand spectators, along with the referee on stage, all fell into a dead silence!
The fourth Soul Ring...
...shone with a platinum color as transparent as white jade, yet carrying a supreme Divinity!
The fifth Soul Ring...
...was as dazzling as a blazing sun, emitting a sense of ultimate nobility and pressure—it was gold!
"How is this possible..."
Elder Xuan was so shocked he stood up abruptly, the chair beneath him instantly turning into dust.
"White? A ten-year Soul Ring for the fourth ring?! And that gold... what kind of Soul Ring is that?!"
"Isn't it true that only a Divinity's Soul Ring can be gold?"
...
The seven members of the Zhanhu Sect were also dumbfounded.
They looked at the two Soul Rings under Lin Sheng's feet that subverted their understanding; their originally surging Soul Power actually experienced a strange stagnation at that moment.
"Playing tricks! Attack!"
The Zhanhu Sect captain suppressed the fear in his heart and roared, leading his teammates in a charge.
Swish!!!
Lin Sheng did not dodge, nor did he release any flashy Soul skills.
He just stood there quietly.
In those blood-colored eyes, the black Tomoe spun rapidly, finally condensing into an extremely complex Mangekyo pattern.
"Genjutsu."
He softly uttered two words.
At that moment...
...Lin Sheng merely used those wicked Sharingan to give the seven rushing people a faint glance.
The air seemed to freeze.
The Zhanhu Sect captain, who was in the lead, had his pupils dilate in an instant, and his originally roaring mouth froze mid-air.
Immediately following...
...the six teammates behind him were like puppets with their strings cut, stopping in their tracks in perfect unison.
The entire audience held their breath.
One second.
Two seconds.
In those few short seconds, the seven members of the Zhanhu Sect seemed to experience millions of years of Spiritual Lingchi.
Their expressions turned from anger to terror, and then from terror to complete emptiness.
Thud!
A heavy, muffled sound rang out.
Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the three Spirit Kings and four Spirit Ancestors of the Zhanhu Sect actually collapsed to the ground simultaneously without any physical contact.
Their eyes were lifeless, and their bodies were limp.
It was as if their Souls had been forcibly extracted from their bodies, plunging them into eternal darkness!
Lin Sheng slowly withdrew his gaze.
The blood-colored pupils faded back into the shadows of his hood.
The entire venue was suddenly silent; one could hear a pin drop.
Only Lin Sheng's indifferent voice echoed endlessly over the silent arena.
"Referee, it's over."
Elder Xuan sat in the stands, his face filled with horror!
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