The five titled Douluos remained crushed firmly against the shattered arena floor, their bodies trembling uncontrollably beneath the invisible pressure descending from above. Cracks spread endlessly throughout the massive battlefield while fragments of broken stone floated slightly into the air under the distortion of spiritual energy.

None of them could move.

The suppression surrounding them felt like an entire world had collapsed onto their shoulders. Their soul power had already become completely chaotic from the overwhelming force pressing into their bodies and spiritual seas simultaneously. Even breathing felt painfully difficult.

The surrounding atmosphere had become utterly silent.

Thousands of students stared blankly at the terrifying scene unfolding before their eyes. Fear, disbelief, and shock filled every expression throughout the academy.

These were titled Douluos.

Peak existences worshipped across the continent like living legends.

Experts capable of deciding the fate of kingdoms with a single sentence.

Many soul masters would spend their entire lives without ever meeting one such existence personally. Yet now five titled Douluos were lying on the ground like defeated criminals, unable to resist even slightly.

Above the collapsed arena, Alex stood calmly with both hands resting behind his back.

His white robes fluttered lightly beneath the violent spiritual storms spreading throughout the academy. Long silver hair drifted behind him while his expression remained indifferent from beginning to end.

There was no anger visible within his eyes.

No excitement.

No sense of accomplishment.

Suppressing five peak titled Douluos simultaneously appeared no more difficult to him than suppressing a few ordinary soul masters.

That calmness alone made the scene infinitely more terrifying.

The leading level ninety eight titled Douluo struggled violently against the pressure before finally managing to raise his head slightly. Blood continuously dripped from the corner of his mouth while humiliation and disbelief filled his eyes completely.

"You..." he growled hoarsely. "Do you truly intend to oppose the Light God Temple?"

His voice echoed weakly across the silent arena.

Every student subconsciously held their breath afterward.

The Light God Temple represented the unquestionable ruler of the continent. For countless years, no force had dared challenge their authority openly. Even the strongest clans lowered their heads respectfully before them.

Yet Alex merely glanced toward the titled Douluo calmly.

"No."

The answer stunned everyone briefly.

Even the five titled Douluos themselves froze for a moment.

Alex slowly continued afterward, his tone remaining completely indifferent.

"I simply do not care about your temple."

Boom.

Those simple words struck harder than any spiritual attack.

The faces of the five experts immediately became extremely ugly.

For thousands of years, the Light God Temple had stood above the world like a divine authority. Empires feared them. Clans respected them. Countless soul masters worshipped them.

Yet before this mysterious young man, the temple did not even qualify for his attention.

The humiliation nearly drove the level ninety eight titled Douluo insane.

"You arrogant bastard!"

Nine soul rings exploded outward around his body instantly.

Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Red. Red. Red. Red.

Terrifying soul pressure erupted violently throughout the academy as the titled Douluo released every ounce of his cultivation without restraint. The surrounding sky darkened instantly beneath the horrifying energy fluctuations while nearby students became pale from suffocation alone.

A peak level ninety eight expert was already standing near the summit of the continent.

Such existences could destroy entire cities if they unleashed their full power carelessly.

However, Alex merely looked at him quietly.

No spiritual fluctuations appeared around his body.

No martial spirit manifested behind him.

No soul rings emerged beneath his feet.

Then he slowly raised one finger.

"Kneel."

Boom!!!

The titled Douluo slammed downward violently as though heaven itself had descended upon him. The entire arena collapsed several more meters instantly while enormous cracks spread throughout the surrounding structures.

Blood burst violently from the titled Douluo’s mouth.

Crunch!

Both of his knees shattered completely against the stone floor.

The gigantic lion martial spirit behind him trembled violently before exploding apart into countless fragments of spiritual energy.

The remaining four titled Douluos immediately felt cold fear spread throughout their hearts.

Too terrifying.

This level of suppression completely surpassed normal understanding.

No soul skills.

No martial spirit.

No techniques.

Pure overwhelming force.

It was absolute domination created through sheer cultivation alone.

Alex calmly walked forward afterward.

Each step caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble instinctively as though the natural laws themselves feared his presence.

The five titled Douluos felt their scalps turn numb as he approached closer.

At that moment, none of them even dared maintain eye contact with him anymore.

Alex finally stopped directly before them.

Then his silver eyes slowly swept across the five experts one by one.

Invisible spiritual pressure instantly invaded their consciousness.

Boom!

The five titled Douluos suddenly trembled violently.

Their pupils contracted completely.

Inside their minds, they witnessed an endless cosmic scene beyond mortal comprehension.

Stars collapsed apart silently within vast darkness.

Entire galaxies shattered like fragile glass beneath terrifying storms capable of erasing worlds effortlessly. Countless celestial bodies exploded one after another while space itself fragmented endlessly throughout the universe.

At the center of that apocalyptic destruction stood a single figure dressed in white robes.

Calm.

Indifferent.

Untouchable.

The vision lasted for less than a second.

Yet the five titled Douluos nearly had their souls collapse completely.

Their faces turned deathly pale afterward.

Cold sweat covered their bodies while uncontrollable fear emerged inside their hearts for the very first time in centuries.

They finally understood something horrifying.

This mysterious man had already shown mercy from the beginning.

Otherwise, none of them would still be alive.

At the edge of the arena, Lucien silently inhaled cold air while staring toward Alex with shaken eyes.

Even he could clearly feel the despair radiating from the titled Douluos.

Alex was intentionally suppressing them psychologically.

Destroying their pride.

Crushing their confidence.

Breaking apart the invincible image they carried inside their hearts.

The effect was obvious.

The five experts who had originally descended from the sky with overwhelming arrogance now looked like broken old men standing before an unavoidable nightmare.

Finally, Alex spoke once more.

"Listen carefully."

His calm voice echoed throughout the silent academy.

"The Heavenly Origin Academy is my territory."

"I do not care about your temple, your authority, or your internal conflicts."

"But if you disturb my students again..."

His silver eyes narrowed slightly.

"...I will personally walk into your headquarters."

Cold sweat instantly covered the titled Douluos’ backs completely.

None of them doubted those words anymore.

Not even slightly.

The level ninety eight titled Douluo slowly lowered his head.

For the first time in centuries, genuine fear appeared inside his heart.

Alex observed them silently for several moments afterward.

Then he suddenly raised one hand calmly.

Soft golden light spread outward instantly.

Warm energy covered the entire arena gently like sunlight descending from the heavens.

The surrounding students widened their eyes in disbelief.

The shattered knees of the titled Douluos rapidly regenerated before everyone’s eyes. Broken bones healed instantly while damaged meridians recovered completely within seconds.

Internal injuries disappeared entirely.

Even their exhausted soul power returned to its peak condition almost immediately.

The five titled Douluos became completely stunned.

What kind of healing ability was this?

Such terrifying restorative power completely surpassed every healing soul master throughout the continent.

The level ninety eight titled Douluo stared blankly at his restored body while his heart shook violently once more.

This man could crush them effortlessly.

Yet he could also restore them completely just as casually.

That realization felt even more terrifying than the suppression earlier.

Before any of them could react further, Alex casually waved his sleeve.

Boom!

A massive invisible force instantly wrapped around the five titled Douluos before throwing them violently into the sky like discarded trash.

Their figures shot beyond the academy walls at terrifying speed before disappearing completely from sight within moments.

Only Alex’s final words echoed throughout the city afterward.

"Don’t cross my path again."