Douluo Dalu: I Shattered Ning Rongrong's Glass Pagoda with an Electromagnetic Cannon

Lin Yanzhi transmigrated into Douluo Dalu, only to awaken a Martial Soul that was nothing but a battered old box. Gangzi sneered. “A Trash Martial Soul, and all you awakened was a box. What use could it possibly be?” Tang San gave him a cold look. “A piece of trash like you thinks he deserves to study alongside me?” Xiao Wu pouted. “It’s not even as good as a rabbit Martial Soul. You’re wasting a place at the academy.” Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow. “A Trash Martial Soul like that thinks it can join Shrek?” Oscar shrugged. “All he awakened was a box. I doubt he even has a support Soul Skill.” Ning Rongrong sneered. “The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has no use for someone like you.” Ma Hongjun laughed scornfully. “It can’t even fit a roast chicken. What good is it?” Zhao Wuji shook his head. “With talent like yours, you’d better drop out early.” Then, one day, Lin Yanzhi casually opened the box. A Gatling gun unleashed a torrent of fire. A howitzer sniped a Soul Douluo from a thousand meters away. An RPG erupted into a mushroom cloud above the Shrek Seven Devils, and an electromagnetic cannon shattered Ning Rongrong’s Glazed Pagoda. An electromagnetic railgun ripped open the sky. Laser weapons melted through the Spirit Pagoda in an instant, while swarms of drones blotted out the entire sky. When an aircraft carrier sailed out of the box, Qian Renxue’s pupils contracted. “So this... is the real divine weapon?” When a missile silo slowly rose from within, Bibi Dong turned deathly pale. “The leader of the Weapon Sect... is you?” The people who had once mocked him fell to their knees, trembling and begging for mercy. “P-please forgive our ignorance! We beg you to call off your divine powers!” The elders of Spirit Hall all dropped to their knees. “We beg you, senior, show mercy and spare Spirit Hall!” Soul Masters across the continent cried out as one: “We recognize you as the ruler of the world!”