Eight figures, eight completely different Martial Souls and Spirit Abilities, launched simultaneous attacks from all directions.
The fluctuations of Soul Power intertwined into an impenetrable net, firmly trapping Su Yu at the center.
Flames, wind blades, giant hammers, tiger claws, vines, Dragon Might, fist force, heat waves...
Countless attacks blotted out the sky and covered the earth, almost tearing that space apart!
The spectators below were wide-eyed with shock, and many even instinctively closed their eyes.
Under such a siege, even a Soul King would likely struggle to escape unscathed, let alone a ten-year-old Soul Elder.
On the high platform, Bi Bidong's fingers tightened slightly on the armrest, a sharp glint flashing in her amethyst-gold eyes.
Xue Ye Dadi and Dai Tianfeng held their breath, not even daring to breathe heavily.
Yet Su Yu, at the center of the storm, showed not a trace of panic on his face.
Watching the overwhelming attacks, the fighting spirit in his eyes grew increasingly intense, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
"Well timed! Wood Release: Advent of a World of Trees!"
With a loud shout, Su Yu clapped his hands together, and immense Soul Power surged like a raging river, flowing through his feet into the earth.
The next moment, centered around Su Yu, countless towering ancient trees erupted from the ground.
Their trunks were as thick as pillars, piercing the sky, while their dense branches and leaves blotted out the sun and sky, instantly covering more than half of the plaza.
Thick roots, like the sharp claws of giant dragons, wildly spread and intertwined underground, completely overturning the solid bluestone slabs.
They even coiled around the distant pillars, transforming the entire Spirit Hall plaza into a lush, verdant forest in an instant.
"Bang! Bang! Bang—!Hu Ben's tiger claws struck a tree trunk, leaving only shallow scratch marks, while he was struck in the chest by a suddenly protruding branch and sent flying backward with a grunt;
Huo Yan's Flaming Claw collided with the damp bark, the flames instantly suppressed by the steaming moisture, and his entire body was tightly bound by coiling vines;
Feng Bailu's wind blades slashed through the foliage, vanishing without a trace like mud sinking into the sea, dissipated by the layers of overlapping leaves;
Huo Wudi's Fire Dragon Chariot had just charged forward when it was blocked by several tree trunks working together, the flames beneath its wheels extinguished by the moisture absorbed by the roots, unable to advance an inch further;
Tang Long's Haotian Hammer slammed into the thickest ancient tree, producing a deafening roar, but only caused the trunk to tremble slightly—the rebounding force instead numbed his palms;
Gu Tianxin's skeletal dragon phantom let out a terrifying dragon roar, but it was dissolved by the pervasive aura of vegetation in the forest, the roar appearing so fragile before the overwhelming greenery;
Shi Meng's Earth-Splitting Fist struck the ground, only to provoke more roots to emerge from below, tightly entangling his legs and rendering him immobile;
Mu Yeqiu's Nether Vine King had just attempted to exert control when it was counter-entangled by the more vibrant vines around it—those ghost vines seemed like children's toys in the face of Su Yu's Wood Release.
In just a few breaths, all eight challengers were subdued one by one by Su Yu's Wood Release.
Some were bound and suspended mid-air by vines, others were clamped between tree trunks.
Still others were tripped and pinned to the ground by roots—all eight were in disarray, their earlier sharpness completely gone.
And Su Yu stood at the very center of this forest, his feet planted on the tangled roots.
Around him hovered three Soul Rings—purple, purple, and black—while his white robe fluttered gently in the dappled light filtering through the leaves.
He appeared as calm as if he had merely performed some trivial task.
The square was deathly silent.
Tens of thousands of people stared wide-eyed at the forest that defied all logic and the youthful figure within it who seemed to command the very forces of nature, their minds utterly blank.
The spiritual senses released by the Titled Douluo clashed in the air, each probing the reality of this forest.
"This... this is no mere Spirit Ability—it's nothing short of a divine miracle..."
An elderly Soul Master with white hair and beard spoke tremulously in the crowd.
His voice was soft, yet it struck the stagnant air of the square like a thunderclap.
His clouded eyes remained fixed on the sky-obscuring forest, hands clasped together as if in worship of some inconceivable existence.
His words were like a stone cast into a deep pond, instantly stirring waves of response.
"A divine miracle... he's right! What else could make towering trees sprout instantly from solid stone?"
A young Soul Master exclaimed in agreement, instinctively reaching out to touch the trunk of a tree that had burst through the cracks in the stone pavement.
The warm, vibrant life force transmitted through his fingertips sent a shiver through his entire body.
"Calling the Holy Son a genius is an insult—he's far beyond that!"
"Genius? Look at those trapped by the Holy Son's Wood Release—every one of them was a genius!"
"Exactly—Huo Yan from the Fire Leopard Sect, Hu Ben from the Black Tiger Sect, and Tang Long from the Clear Sky Sect—each could dominate their peers!"
"This Wood Release Spirit... it seems to transcend the categories of Beast Spirits and Weapon Spirits, doesn't it? It's direct control over the life and death of plants!"
The murmurs were no longer filled with mere astonishment or doubt, but with reverence.
Many older Soul Masters even bowed respectfully toward the forest at the center of the square.
On the high platform, Ning Fengzhi finally stilled the jade ruyi in his hand. Gazing at the forest, he murmured softly:
"Uncle Sword, have you ever seen a Spirit Ability like this?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin shook his head, his tone grave:
"Never. And I suspect this isn't even the full extent of the Holy Son's power!"
"What? Uncle Sword, those were eight talented youths from different sects and academies—and he still didn't use his full strength?"
Sword Douluo stroked his chin, shaking his head again before speaking:
"That range is definitely not the limit of this Spirit Ability!"
Ning Fengzhi's fingers tightened slightly around the jade ruyi, his eyes filled with disbelief:
"Uncle Sword, are you saying... the Spirit Ability he just used was restrained?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin traced the hilt of his sword with a fingertip, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, locked firmly on the figure at the center of the square:
"Look at the forest's coverage—it blanketed the entire square, yet precisely avoided the core areas of the high platform and spectator stands!"
"Either his control is astonishingly precise, or... he intentionally limited its range."
Ning Fengzhi followed his gaze and indeed saw that while the stone slabs at the edges of the square were cracked, the spectator seats remained untouched, and even the decorations on the high platform were completely intact.
"A Soul Elder who can bear a Ten-thousand-year Soul Ring at just ten years old—the refinement of his Soul Power and mastery over his Martial Soul have already surpassed all reason!"
"Earlier, it took him less than half an incense stick's time to subdue the eight from Tianxin!"
"Even some control-type Soul Kings would struggle to accomplish that so effortlessly!"
"Imagine if he were to cultivate to the Titled Douluo realm in the future and fully unlock the Spirit Abilities of this Wood Release Martial Soul..."
"At that moment, with a single thought, he might transform an area of ten or even a hundred li into a vast forest."
"By then, not only could he dominate the battlefield, but even sealing off an entire city would likely be as simple as raising a hand."