Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Dragon Abyss Sword, Peerless Prodigy

Chapter 40 Victory Celebration Banquet!

He strode forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Lin Han, well done! Starry Sky Soul Hunter, slaying the ten-thousand-year-old Tiger King, advancing five levels in a row, breaking through to level thirty-five Soul Master, you certainly didn't disappoint me!"

"This disciple dares not disappoint the teacher's expectations," Lin Han said, bowing respectfully.

Bibi Dong stood to the side, her face full of confidence.

These days, thanks to the Spider God Meditation Technique, her cultivation has steadily improved, reaching the level of a 26th-level, 2nd-ring Great Soul Master.

The potential of the twin martial souls is being gradually unleashed.

"Alright, you must be tired from your journey. Go and rest now."

"Tomorrow, I will hold a victory banquet for you in the main hall of the Spirit Hall, so that the entire Spirit Hall will know of your glory!"

Chihiro said with a smile.

"Disciples obey." Lin Han and Bibi Dong replied in unison, then turned and walked towards their respective residences.

Unbeknownst to Lin Han, at this moment, at the foot of the distant Haotian Mountain, a figure in black was rapidly flying towards the Spirit Hall.

The Haotian Hammer in his hand was ready to strike, and a peak duel between sword and hammer was quietly brewing.

At the summit of Haotian Mountain, Tang Shi gazed in the direction of the Spirit Hall and murmured, "Lin Han and Tang Hao, two peerless geniuses, who will ultimately prevail?"

"Perhaps, this duel will change the future landscape of Douluo Continent."

On the training ground, Tang Xiao gripped the Haotian Hammer tightly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Hao Di, Lin Han, I hope you can both give it your all and show the spirit of the younger generation."

Inside the Spirit Hall, Lin Han returned to his residence, sat cross-legged, and began practicing the Quasi-Demigod Dragon Abyss Meditation Technique to consolidate his level 35 cultivation.

Meanwhile, they continued to refine the fusion of the Dragon Abyss Sword and the Demon-Slaying Sword embryo.

He could clearly feel that his sword intent was constantly increasing.

The fusion of the power of thunder and the power of exorcism is becoming increasingly smooth.

Unbeknownst to him, an impending challenge awaited him.

A rebellious young man wielding the Haotian Hammer is crossing mountains and rivers, heading towards him.

All for the sake of fighting him and vying for the glory of being the number one among the younger generation.

The clash of swords and hammers, the duel between geniuses, is about to begin at the Spirit Hall.

All of this will shake the entire Douluo Continent.

Let everyone know that the brilliance of the younger generation is unstoppable.

The names Lin Han and Tang Hao will become legends of the younger generation in Douluo Continent, and will be remembered by the world.

The Spirit Hall's Papal Palace, unlike its usual solemn and dignified state, was now brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers. Spirit power lamps hung high, emitting a soft yet profound golden light that illuminated the entire hall in a magnificent golden splendor.

The hall was filled with delicacies, and the air was thick with the aroma of wine and the aura of soul power.

The high-ranking officials, elders, and core disciples of the Spirit Hall gathered together, their expressions filled with joy and anticipation.

Today is a celebration banquet for Lin Han, to commemorate his great victory in the Starry Sky Hunting Soul competition.

He slew a ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Saber-toothed Tiger at level 30, rose five levels in a row to break through to level 35 Soul Master, and broke the ancient record for Soul Ring configuration in Douluo Continent.

Qian Xunji, dressed in the papal robes, sat upright in the main seat of the hall, a smile on his face, his gentle gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall.

The papal aura around him had mostly subsided, but it still couldn't conceal his supreme majesty.

Beside him, Qian Daoliu, dressed in a plain white robe, with white hair and beard, and a gaunt face, closed his eyes to rest.

He exuded a faint divine aura, which, though not deliberately released, caused the Soul Douluos and Soul Saints present to subconsciously restrain their auras and dare not be the slightest bit presumptuous.

This Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall is a top expert on the continent, and his personal presence today demonstrates the importance he places on Lin Han.

On either side of the hall, seven worshippers sat in order, each with a different expression, yet all bearing a hint of approval.

Their gazes frequently drifted towards the entrance of the main hall, anticipating the appearance of the young man who had created the miracle.

Below, two Soul Douluo bishops, dozens of Soul Saint-level guards, and the core disciples of the Spirit Hall sat in orderly fashion, conversing in hushed tones.

His words were full of admiration and praise for Lin Han.

"Lord Lin Han is truly extraordinary! At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he has already reached level thirty-five Soul Master, and his third Soul Ring is a ten-thousand-year black ring. This is unprecedented in the entire history of the Douluo Continent!"

"It's more than unprecedented! In the battle of the Star Dou Great Forest, he, at level 30, second ring, killed a ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Saber-toothed Tiger, gaining five levels in the process. This combat power is such that even a level 50 Soul King might not be a match for him!"

"And there's the demigod-level meditation method he tailored for Lady Bibi Dong. I heard that after Lady Bibi Dong practiced it, her cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and the potential of her twin martial souls was even activated. Such talent is simply unparalleled!"

The murmurs rose and fell, filled with awe.

Even the core disciples who were usually proud and arrogant could only express their sincere admiration when they mentioned Lin Han.

They were all elites of the Spirit Hall, yet they were worlds apart from Lin Han. This gap left them with no right to even be jealous.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a purple dress, sat gracefully beside Lin Han's reserved seat, her expression confident and composed.

These days, with the help of the Spider God Meditation Method created for her by Lin Han, her cultivation has steadily improved, and she has already broken through to the level 26, second-ring Great Soul Master.

The chilling and poisonous power of the twin martial souls grew increasingly potent, and the spiritual power of the Soul-Devouring Spider also increased significantly.

Her entire demeanor was no longer that of the slightly disappointed saintess; instead, she had become increasingly dazzling, attracting the attention of many high-ranking officials.

Her gaze was fixed on the entrance to the main hall, her eyes filled with anticipation and pride.

Her junior brother, the boy who created countless miracles, is about to make his appearance and receive the praise and admiration of the entire Spirit Hall.

Just then, a steady footstep sounded outside the hall, with an even rhythm and a restrained yet domineering aura, instantly drowning out the discussions inside.

All eyes turned to the entrance of the main hall, their expressions filled with anticipation.

Lin Han walked slowly into the main hall, dressed in white, his posture as upright as a pine tree, with the Longyuan Sword slung across his waist, its tassel fluttering lightly.

Three soul rings around his body pulsed slowly—yellow, purple, and black, clearly visible.

Especially the black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring, radiating a powerful and violent aura of lightning, perfectly complemented the sword intent contained within him.

Divine power intertwined, forming a unique pressure.

Although it was unassuming, it was enough to inspire awe in the Soul Masters present.

His face was calm, with no trace of pride or impetuosity between his brows, only a composure and sharpness beyond his years.

He took each step with composure, as if the countless praises before him had nothing to do with him.

"Lin Han greets the teacher, the Grand Elder, and all the elders and deities!"

Lin Han walked to the center of the main hall, bowed respectfully, and spoke in a humble yet respectful tone, showing no slackening due to his achievements.

"Hahaha, good boy, get up quickly!" Qian Xunji laughed loudly, his tone full of pride, and raised his hand to signal Lin Han to get up.

"Today, you are a hero of the Spirit Hall, no need for further formalities!"