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On the outskirts of Star Luo City, the barren mountain lay in the night like a lurking beast.
Gu La's figure abruptly appeared on a rugged boulder at the mountaintop. The night breeze stirred the hem of his dark clothing, carrying faint sounds of the distant city's bustle.
His gaze was calm as he looked toward the center of Star Luo City at the illuminated, towering structure that resembled a colossal pillar reaching the heavens—the headquarters of the Star Luo Spirit Pagoda.
"Zhang Geyang..." Gu La murmured the name under his breath. His voice carried no discernible emotion, only an icy stillness.
He vividly remembered the assassination attempt by the Green Skull organization; those civilians had died because of him, though it was merely a ripple effect of their assassination. Gu La didn't burden himself with guilt, but someone had to bear this sin.
The spoils from the two red mechs... were not enough to quell his thirst for vengeance. This man had to die. As for what chaos would ensue in the Star Luo Continent's Spirit Pagoda after his death? It was none of his concern.
Several days later, he returned to the Douluo Continent and made no effort to conceal his return.
The first thing he did was briefly appear in a sufficiently eye-catching public setting. News of his return would spread like the wind to reach the ears of Qiangu Dongfeng.
Let the Spirit Pagoda's Master know he was back, let Zhang Geyang also "know" he was back—this was the perfect alibi, just as Zhang Geyang had used the Green Skull Organization to act.
What Gu La wanted was for the other party to wait in uncertainty, to suffer in anticipation. And now, it was time to settle the score.
Gu La slowly closed his eyes.
Within him, the core of the Groudon martial soul, where the peculiar soul core infused with star power suddenly lit up, emitting a mysterious fluctuation.
The space around him began to blur and thicken, as if submerged in invisible amber.
"Time... Lock."
His consciousness felt as if yanked by an invisible force, breaking free from the constraints of his physical body and the shackles of three-dimensional space.
His vision suddenly expanded, yet became incredibly abstract. Below, the vast Douluo Continent resembled a large, complex model, with mountains, rivers, cities, and forests reduced to flowing points and lines.
The river of time surged before his "eyes," countless points of light representing lives flickering and vanishing within it.
His "gaze" crossed spatial barriers, penetrating the thick walls of the Spirit Pagoda, precisely focusing on the luxurious and imposing office at the top of the Star Luo Tower.
Zhang Geyang was engrossed in a document, his brows slightly furrowed. As the highest authority of the Star Luo Continent's Spirit Pagoda, he held immense power and was a direct core member of the Qiangu Dongfeng lineage.
Of course, he knew that Gu La had safely returned to the Douluo Continent, and that the assassination attempt by the Green Skull organization had failed.
But so what? Assassination? Where was the evidence? Even if that madwoman Leng Yaozhu guessed it was him, without concrete proof, who would dare touch a trusted subordinate of Qiangu Dongfeng?
A gifted youngster with unformed wings, dared he come to Star Luo City to cause trouble? A disdainful smirk even played on his lips.
However, at this very moment!
An icy, bone-chilling sense of crisis from the depths of his soul swept over him like a tsunami without warning.
His hair stood on end, and his heart felt as if seized by an invisible, cold hand!
"Who?!" Zhang Geyang abruptly raised his head, his terrifying soul power of a Level 98 Super Douluo erupting like a volcano suppressed for ten thousand years.
The violent shockwave of soul power instantly shredded the heavy mahogany desk before him into dust, and expensive soul-guidance ornaments exploded one after another.
He had no time to think about where the crisis came from; his instincts surpassed his thoughts. Blue flame battle armor instantly covered his entire body, and a massive phantom of a blue flame beast roared behind him.
His figure moved like lightning, crashing through the large bulletproof glass window without hesitation. He transformed into a streak of blue meteor, wildly speeding away from the Spirit Pagoda.
Faster! Faster still!
Zhang Geyang pushed his speed to the limit, burning his soul power without reservation, and in an instant, he was already more than ten miles away from the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.
But that deadly sense of crisis, clinging to him like a parasite, not only did not diminish but instead pressed closer to his back like a tangible shadow, growing ever nearer, as if the entire sky was collapsing upon him.
"Impossible!" He howled inwardly in horror. What kind of attack could lock onto him across such a distance? Could it be a quasi-god level expert?
No! Leng Yaozhu wasn't capable of this! Qiangu Dongfeng would never strike against him!
And from that incomprehensible high-dimensional perspective, Gu La's "gaze" coldly locked onto that frenetically fleeing point of blue light in three-dimensional space, like targeting a bacterium under a microscope.
"Meaningless dying struggles," Gu La's icy intent echoed in the void.
This time, he couldn't use any signature soul skills taught by Leng Yaozhu; the traces would be too obvious.
Deep within the Forest Sea Space, the orb of light condensed from the crimson-gold soul skill containing pure earth divine power, bestowed by the Groudon avatar, broke through the time blockade and lit up suddenly.
"Precipice Blades!"
Boom——!!!
Not echoing in the real world, but on a higher dimensional rule level, a terrifying force capable of tearing apart continental plates was triggered!
Below, in the western suburbs of Star Luo City, a desolate hilly area.
The ground emitted an extremely muffled roar, akin to an ancient primordial beast being forcibly awakened after billions of years of slumber.
The ground within several miles violently undulated and twisted. Hard rocks, like soft clay kneaded by an invisible giant hand, crazily bulged amidst excruciating groans!
An indescribably massive and grotesque "giant sword" composed of pure earth energy and solidified magma, cleaved through the surface, surpassing the speed of thought. It carried the terrifying divine might to incinerate all things and suppress the eight directions, fiercely piercing towards the sky!
It was enormous; just the part exposed above the ground was hundreds of meters long. Its entire body burned with dark red molten fire, its surface covered with ancient, wild rock textures, emanating a crushing pressure that warped and collapsed space.
This wasn't a soul skill; it was the wrath of the earth, the judgment of the earth veins, and the projection of Groudon's divine power!
Target: that wildly fleeing streak of blue light.
"What is that thing?!"
Zhang Geyang's soul nearly fled his body. He sensed it—the source of that overwhelming force that could annihilate his soul—was right there in the madly rising ground below.
The power contained in that rock giant sword emerging from the earth was such that even he, a Level 98 Super Douluo, wouldn't stand a chance. Even a true quasi-divine level expert present here would surely meet their doom.
"Roar—" The Hell Flame Beast spirit soul let out a desperate roar. Zhang Geyang frantically mobilized all his soul power, even burning his blood essence.
The blue flame battle armor covering his entire body erupted with unprecedented brilliance. He desperately changed direction, trying to escape the locking range of that giant sword with extreme speed.
Simultaneously, his soul rings flashed, and he unleashed powerful soul skills one after another, throwing them recklessly behind him.
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