Douluo: Soul Breaking Spear

Chapter 87 The Fourth Soul Ring
Although the Iron-Winged Tiger Eagle flew back, Yang Zhentian had no intention of taking action immediately. Instead, he continued to wait.

Seeing his son's puzzled expression, Yang Zhentian said, "Defeat the enemy. You have to remember one thing. Eagle-type soul beasts have better vision at night than during the day. If we act at night, the environment will restrict me more than it will him. The best time to act is at noon. At that time, the sunlight is the most dazzling, and eagle-type soul beasts will be restricted to a certain extent."

"Especially for flying spirit beasts like these, you should try to kill them with one strike, otherwise they will easily run away and it will be difficult to track them down."

After hearing this, Yang Podi thought about it and felt that what his father said was indeed reasonable, and it was worthy of the experience of the Soul Douluo. Moreover, the place where the two were hiding now was half a kilometer away from the nest of the Iron-Winged Tiger Eagle. Whether it was the smell or the soul power fluctuation, it was beyond the observation range of the Iron-Winged Tiger Eagle.

Sure enough, by noon the next day, the Iron-feathered Tiger Eagle did not leave, but instead fell asleep in the nest.

After Yang Zhentian settled his son, he hid his body and quietly approached the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's nest.

Although the ten thousand year old tiger soul beasts were extremely sensitive to scent, Yang Zhentian was carrying the Breath-Suppressing Grass, so he could still get relatively close to the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle.

Just when Yang Zhentian was only 100 meters away from the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle, it seemed to sense something. Not only did its ears move, but it even sniffed the air carefully with its nose, as if it had smelled some kind of danger, and its whole body became much more alert.

100 meters is a very close distance for a Soul Douluo. Yang Zhentian suddenly jumped up, and eight soul rings appeared on his body. One of the ten thousand year soul rings flashed directly. This was his eighth soul skill: Sha.

At this moment, the Soul-Breaking Spear seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world as it quickly stabbed towards the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle.

With Yang Zhentian's strength as a high-level Soul Douluo, purely in terms of combat power, he is probably not inferior to the masters who have just entered the Titled Douluo. How could this ten thousand year soul beast resist him?

Even though the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle reacted extremely quickly and tried its best to dodge, it still couldn't avoid it. Yang Zhentian's shot was not aimed at the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's body, but at its wings.

This earth-shattering shot directly pierced the wing of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle, breaking the entire wing into pieces.

The Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle seemed to feel pain and let out a sharp roar. Then, regardless of the pain on its body, it pounced directly at Yang Zhentian with its pair of tiger claws, as if it wanted to tear apart this enemy who dared to launch a sneak attack on it.

Yang Zhentian succeeded in his attack, but did not retreat. Instead, he raised his gun and stabbed at the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle again. The tiger claw and the Soul-Breaking Spear collided directly, but Yang Zhentian did not move at all, and a big hole was pierced in the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's tiger claw.

Seeing how powerful the enemy was, the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle realized that it was no match for the enemy and seemed to want to retreat and escape.

But Yang Zhentian would never let him get away. He held the gun with both hands and launched an attack again. He fired the gun several times in a row and stabbed the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle. After a while, the Iron-Feathered Fire Eagle had multiple wounds on its body. Each wound was very deep and blood was gushing out of the wound. It was obvious that it was defeated.

The Iron Feather Tiger Eagle was indeed a tiger-type soul beast, very fierce and domineering. Seeing this, it roared like a tiger, obviously wanting to fight to the death, or even wanting to self-destruct.

How could Yang Zhentian let him self-destruct? Yang Zhentian's fifth soul ring flashed, and the entire Soul-Breaking Spear seemed to have changed, becoming sharper and deeper. It was Yang Zhentian's fifth soul skill: Breaking.

The Soul-Breaking Spear in Yang Zhentian's hand pierced through the entire body of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle before he exploded.

After suffering this injury, the entire body of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle fell directly into a pool of blood, and it was still gasping for breath, but it was already dying.

However, it must be said that after experiencing such severe injuries, especially Yang Zhentian’s fifth soul skill, which even pierced her body directly, she was not dead yet. The body of a ten thousand year old tiger soul beast is indeed strong.

Yang Zhentian didn't have time to pay attention to the current Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle, but quickly turned his head and shouted: "Break the enemy, come quickly, this Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle is about to die."

When Yang Podi heard his father's words, he quickly ran out from his hiding place and ran directly to the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's nest. Yang Zhentian saw that his son had arrived: "Podi, you have to make sure that this Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle is 12000 years old. Once you start absorbing the spirit ring, there will be no turning back. If you fail to absorb it, you will be disabled at best, or explode at worst."

Yang Podi glanced at his father and said with determination: "Dad, I have prepared so much. No matter what, I must give it a try. I believe I will not fail."

Yang Zhentian saw his son's expression, especially knowing his son's character, he would never change his mind once he made a decision.

"Defeat the enemy, then you should prepare to absorb the spirit ring of this iron-feathered tiger eagle. I will protect you now."

Yang Podi looked at the dying Iron-feathered Tiger Eagle in front of him and summoned his own martial spirit, the Soul-Breaking Spear, and stabbed it directly into its eyes.

Unexpectedly, even though the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle was so badly injured, it still let out a low tiger roar and even wanted to swing its remaining wing over.

Seeing this, Yang Podi’s third soul ring flashed, and the Soul-Breaking Spear pierced directly into its eyes and even pierced its brain.

The Iron Feather Tiger Eagle finally roared twice, and lay down weakly. The light in the middle of its other eye disappeared, and it died. At the same time, a black soul ring appeared above the corpse.

Yang Podi glanced at his father, then sat down beside the body of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle and began to prepare to absorb the soul ring.

Yang Po Di summoned out his martial soul, the Soul-Breaking Spear, and began to absorb the ten thousand year soul ring that he had obtained with great effort according to the method of absorbing soul rings.

When the soul ring merged into the body, the pressure that appeared was far from comparable. Compared with his third soul ring, the pressure was countless times greater.

In particular, in his mind, there appeared a huge shadow of an iron-feathered tiger eagle, which pounced towards him like a tiger descending from the mountain, and seemed to carry infinite momentum.

At this moment, Yang Podi, both physically and spiritually, was suffering great torment and shock. It was as if he was in hell or in magma, and he seemed to be about to collapse at any time.

Yang Podi seemed to be aware of his own danger and concentrated all his mental strength on his Soul-Breaking Spear. A huge Soul-Breaking Spear suddenly appeared in his mind, especially the tip of the spear. The spear light seemed to pierce through everything and directly pierced through the flying Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle phantom.

After being pierced, the entire shadow of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle spread in his mind and finally merged into his own mind. His mental strength also seemed to begin to become stronger.

As time passed, the black soul ring slowly merged into the body and finally slowly put on the soul-breaking gun in the right hand.

This time it took a particularly long time to absorb the soul ring, a full seven hours. Only after seven hours did Yang Podi's body begin to slowly return to calm, as if everything was over.

But Yang Podi himself did not feel that it was over, because his back seemed to be still in great pain, and his flesh and blood seemed to be breaking apart. This feeling seemed familiar.

As the pain grew, so did the pain in my back, especially as my skin seemed to be torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, two objects broke through the skin. When the two objects were fully unfolded, they looked like the wings of this iron-feathered tiger eagle.

It is the external soul bone: Tiger Eagle Wings.

(End of this chapter)