Soul Land: Bibi Dong Is My Martial Soul-Chapter 223: One Man Shocks the Entire Army

Chapter 223: One Man Shocks the Entire Army

Su Mo's figure was quickly enveloped by the Haotian Formation.

This sudden turn of events shocked both armies.

The Star Luo Empire's side was naturally overjoyed. Though they hadn't yet subdued Su Mo, it was clear they had trapped him in their scheme.

On the other hand, the Heaven Dou Empire's forces were horrified.

"Your Majesty!"

"We're done for!"

"Star Luo is too despicable..."

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Almost the entire army, including Zhao Wuji, was terrified by the situation before them.

Only those who clearly understood Su Mo's abilities—such as Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo—remained relatively unworried.

They knew that if Su Mo had wanted to avoid the formation, it would have been effortless for him.

Yet he hadn't done so, and his expression remained utterly calm.

Moreover, they were well aware that Su Mo was the inheritor of the Sea God's trial. His spirit power had already reached rank 99, just one step away from breaking through to rank 100 and ascending to godhood.

Thus, Sword Douluo and the others believed Su Mo's composure stemmed from his complete lack of fear toward the enemy's trap.

"You think this formation can stop me?"

"A swarm of ants is still just a swarm of ants, no matter how many there are!"

Indeed, as Su Mo gazed down at the numerous Haotian Sect disciples and Title Douluo powering the formation, his expression remained unchanged, brimming with confidence.

The lineup behind the Haotian Formation was undeniably formidable.

Over a hundred Spirit Douluo wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, led by the Haotian Sect's master and several elders, all at Title Douluo level.

Even Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi might have struggled against such a force.

But their opponent today was Su Mo.

A man wielding two divine artifacts, a god-level spirit ring, and countless 100,000-year spirit rings.

As soon as Su Mo finished speaking, he unleashed his spirit rings.

One black 10,000-year ring after another, one crimson 100,000-year ring after another, and finally, that golden-red million-year god-level ring.

The moment all his spirit rings materialized, an overwhelming spiritual pressure instantly engulfed the entire Death Canyon.

Under this terrifying force, everyone felt as though the sky itself was collapsing, an unbearable weight pressing down on them.

"Ah—!"

"My body feels so heavy...!"

"..."

The ordinary soldiers couldn't withstand Su Mo's spiritual pressure—none could remain standing. They either dropped to their knees or were crushed flat against the ground.

Low-level spirit masters fared no better. Only those at Spirit Ancestor rank or above could stay on their feet.

But when Su Mo summoned his divine artifacts—the Sea God's Trident and the now-divine Eight Spider Lances—and unleashed their divine might, even Spirit Ancestor-level spirit masters instantly collapsed to their knees.

And not just them.

Spirit Kings, Spirit Emperors—under Su Mo's unrestrained spiritual pressure, none could remain steady. Some dropped to one knee, others sprawled flat.

Only those at Spirit Sage rank or higher could barely stay upright.

Yet even those who managed to stand were utterly stunned.

"H-How... is this possible...?"

"He has so many spirit rings!"

"So many 100,000-year rings..."

"This is terrifying..."

"Just this pressure alone is suffocating..."

"The Heaven Dou Emperor is this strong...?"

"My body's too heavy... I can't move at all..."

"..."

As they witnessed the spirit rings swirling around Su Mo and felt the crushing weight of his aura, everyone was paralyzed with disbelief, staring at the overwhelming figure in the sky.

The Star Luo Empire's army had initially been thrilled to see Su Mo trapped in the Haotian Formation.

But now, after sensing his power, they instinctively knew—even if he was trapped, Tang Xiao and the others stood no chance against him.

Su Mo's presence was simply too overwhelming.

This wasn't power a spirit master should possess!

In that moment, Su Mo alone had cowed the entire Star Luo Empire's army.

"Twin spirits..."

"A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring..."

Tang Xiao, who was presiding over the Haotian Formation, stared at Su Mo's figure within the formation, his expression grim.

From the moment Su Mo unleashed his spiritual pressure—before even making a move—Tang Xiao could already feel the Haotian Formation on the verge of collapse.

To him, this was unimaginable.

Even a peak-level Title Douluo at rank 99 shouldn't possess such overwhelming might!

Just what level of strength had Su Mo reached?

He realized with despair that Su Mo hadn't been boasting at all. If he were to face Su Mo alone, he truly would be nothing more than an ant in comparison!

And yet, he was a Title Douluo—one who wielded the world's number one Tool Spirit, no less!

"Tyrant's Slash!"

With a casual swing of the Sea God's Trident—now fused with his Soul Hunting Spear Spirit—Su Mo struck.

The already faltering Haotian Formation shattered instantly under his attack.

As the formation collapsed, Tang Xiao and the others maintaining it suffered severe backlash, coughing up blood.

"How... is this possible...?"

The fact that Su Mo had effortlessly destroyed their Haotian Formation with a single strike left them utterly shaken.

The gap in power was simply too vast.

"So this is why... this is why he dared to choose a battlefield like this..."

Tang Xiao finally understood why Su Mo had been so bold in selecting this location for their decisive battle.

Because Su Mo alone was enough to suppress them all.

"This... this can't be real..."

The Star Luo Emperor was equally dumbfounded by the scene before him.

The joy he had felt earlier had now turned into sheer despair.

...

"Gulp—"

"This... this is..."

From their hidden vantage point, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged stunned glances, their throats dry with disbelief.

"Even Her Holiness the Pope and the Grand Worship wouldn't possess this level of strength, would they?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke with difficulty.

"I don't know... Probably not."

"You know the Pope's ambitions—if she had this kind of power, our Spirit Hall wouldn't have needed to remain hidden all these years..."

Ghost Douluo shook his head, his voice filled with awe.

"Damn it, how can he be this strong...?"

"Facing him, we really are nothing but ants..."

"Will our Spirit Hall eventually have to oppose him too?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo shuddered, his mind racing with dread.

...(End of Chapter)

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