"You know nothing... of true power!"
Brilliant soul rings flickered with radiant light as multiple soul skills hurtled toward Chen Xiaoming. Just as they were about to strike him, he moved.
With a single raised finger, he gently tapped the air before him. A flash of silver brilliance erupted from his eyes, and an intense silver glow spread outward, instantly enveloping the surrounding kilometer in its radiance.
Within this domain, space itself became as still as the surface of a tranquil lake. The incoming soul skills and the powerful warriors of the Spirit Hall bore a striking resemblance to fallen leaves resting atop the water.
As Chen Xiaoming's finger moved ever so slightly, ripples spread outward in all directions, distorting the very fabric of space.
A white shockwave, only three meters away from striking him, was swept up by the spatial fluctuations and effortlessly repelled back toward its caster.
The Spirit Hall expert who had launched the attack was momentarily stunned, instinctively attempting to evade. Yet, to his horror, his body felt impossibly sluggish. A look of sheer terror flickered in his eyes.
Like the shockwave, every energy-based attack was reflected back at their originators. Only three individuals, opting for close-quarters combat, remained unaffected—aside from the weapons they wielded as their Martial Souls, there was nothing to be repelled.
Gazing at the three Titled Douluo who had chosen melee combat, Chen Xiaoming's lips curled into a smirk.
"Close combat? You'll only die faster."
His eighth and third soul rings shimmered beneath him. In his right hand, the Azurewood Dragon Spear gleamed with a fierce glow. As he tapped his foot lightly, faint ripples spread out around his figure.
"Not good!"
The nearest of the three was a Titled Douluo wielding a spear-type Martial Soul. However, with only a pitiful rank 92 soul power, he felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom the moment Chen Xiaoming moved.
"Pfft."
A crisp sound, like a thin sheet of paper being pierced, echoed through the air. The spear-wielding Douluo barely had time to react before the Azurewood Dragon Spear had already punctured his chest.
His eyes were filled with shock, yet the dominant emotions were unwillingness and regret.
Had he known this would happen, he would have launched an energy attack instead!
"One down."
As his words fell, faint spatial ripples danced through the air. In the next instant, Chen Xiaoming's figure vanished, only to reappear behind a rank 95 Titled Douluo elder.
A split second later, the elder barely had time to register what was happening before Chen Xiaoming's spear pierced his heart.
Compared to the previous Douluo, he had survived for exactly one second longer. Chen Xiaoming had counted.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort resounded as the final Titled Douluo charging toward him—the rank 98 peak Douluo of the Elder Hall, wielding the top-tier Martial Soul, Golden Crocodile King—unleashed his power.
His immense soul power surged as he stepped forward, his body twisting sharply. Instead of following through with his initial claw strike, he swiftly retracted his hands and swung his massive golden tail horizontally, golden light trailing behind it as it hurtled toward Chen Xiaoming.
As the attack descended, Chen Xiaoming remained unfazed. He merely tilted his spear upward, directly meeting the strike.
The enormous force from the Golden Crocodile King's tail surged through his weapon. Yet, rather than resist, Chen Xiaoming simply borrowed the force and propelled himself toward another Titled Douluo.
This was another rank 92 Titled Douluo, whose Martial Soul was a Radiant Tiger. He had just unleashed his sixth soul skill, a shockwave attack, but like all the others, it had been reflected back at him.
Caught off guard, he failed to notice Chen Xiaoming's approach.
A glimmer of silver flickered before his eyes, and then—darkness. His consciousness faded as his skull was effortlessly pierced by a spear.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of muffled explosions rang out. The attacks that had been reflected struck back at their original users, causing some to sustain injuries from their own soul skills. Though most managed to resist the damage, they were left in a pitiful state.
Yet, the worst off were those who had dared to engage Chen Xiaoming in close combat.
Of the three who charged forward, only one survived—the powerful Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"Thud. Thud. Thud."
Three lifeless bodies crashed onto the ground. Their life force had completely vanished.
With the deaths of three Titled Douluo, Flender, Tang San, and the others finally snapped back to reality.
From the moment the silver light swept across the battlefield to the instant three Titled Douluo were slain—less than ten seconds had passed.
Chen Xiaoming had nearly insta-killed three Titled Douluo in mere moments!
The tension that had gripped Flender, Grandmaster, and the others finally eased.
Even though they had always known Chen Xiaoming was strong, facing ten Titled Douluo had left them deeply unsettled.
Standing below, Sword Douluo Chen Xin observed Chen Xiaoming's calm figure, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
"A Domain! So this is his Domain? How terrifying!"
He himself possessed a Domain, yet its effective range barely extended to fifty meters, and under normal conditions, it could only maintain a radius of thirty meters.
But the area Chen Xiaoming had just enveloped easily surpassed a hundred meters!
That wasn't even the most terrifying part.
Even Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing within the Domain, could feel his movements becoming sluggish, as if he had stepped into an invisible quagmire. Every action felt obstructed, requiring immense effort just to move.
After his last battle with Chen Xiaoming, his soul power had increased. Yet even with his enhanced strength, he found it difficult to move within this Domain.
If this was his experience, then the situation for the others must be even worse.
What unsettled him the most was how relaxed Chen Xiaoming appeared.
For some reason, Chen Xin had the distinct feeling that Chen Xiaoming wasn't even using his full strength.
His intuition was correct.
Hovering in the air, Chen Xiaoming had yet to unleash his full power.
His earlier actions had merely been a test run—to experiment with his newly acquired Domain.
Spatial Ripple Domain!
It didn't sound particularly elegant, but Chen Xiaoming didn't care. As long as it was easy to remember.
This was a manifestation of his insights into the Grand Dao of Space, condensed into a unique Domain ability.
Once activated, all energy-based attacks were repelled, and everything within its scope was significantly slowed.
The effect varied depending on one's cultivation level. Rank 95 Titled Douluo could barely move, as if time itself had frozen for them.
Even rank 98 Douluo could only move at a snail's pace.
If not for the fact that he still had experiments to conduct, Golden Crocodile Douluo would have been slain with a single spear thrust as well.
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
Bibi Dong's expression darkened, her face ashen with fury.
In the blink of an eye, Spirit Hall had lost three more Titled Douluo—without even touching their opponent.
This level of power far exceeded anything she had previously estimated about Chen Xiaoming's strength.
She had miscalculated.
And now, she was in danger.
After all, how could she have known that Chen Xiaoming was an anomaly, continuously growing stronger in just a matter of days?
Below, the Shrek team, protected by Chen Xiaoming's soul power, watched in stunned awe.
Fatty Ma Hongjun gulped, his voice trembling as he muttered under his breath:
"Teacher Chen… is he going to wipe out Spirit Hall by himself?"
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