Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

The dagger was short, its blade gleaming with a chilling light; it was a truly deadly weapon.

"Dong'er, go." Qianxun gently placed the dagger into her small palm. "End it."

Bibi Dong looked down at the dagger in her hand, then looked up at the Shadow Spider, which was several times larger than herself, not far away.

She recalled that Qian Xunji had patiently explained to her in the carriage that when a soul beast dies, it will condense a soul ring, but a soul master must kill the soul beast with his own hands in order to absorb its soul ring and obtain its power.

But knowing it is one thing.

After all, Bibi Dong was only six years old, and this was her first time killing a soul beast, so she was naturally a little scared.

Qian Xunji didn't speak, but simply stood quietly behind her.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood not far away with his hands behind his back, without making a sound.

They were all waiting for Bibi Dong to overcome her fear on her own.

The world of Soul Masters has always been cruel, and every Soul Master must go through this moment.

No one can take this step for her; she has to do it herself.

Su Mo quietly looked at Bibi Dong. Seeing the tension on her face, who would have thought that the little girl who was afraid to kill a soul beast would become the terrifying Rakshasa God in the future?

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, gripped her dagger, and walked step by step toward the Shadow Spider.

As it approached, the Shadow Spider's eerie green eyes flickered, and its long legs twitched slightly, as if it wanted to resist, but it had no strength left.

Bibi Dong looked at it, as if she had made up her mind, then closed her eyes, gripped the dagger tightly with both hands, and suddenly thrust it out.

With a soft thud, the blade pierced through the Shadow Spider's head, embedding itself more than halfway into it.

The Shadow Spider's eight long legs suddenly straightened, twitched violently twice, and then slowly collapsed.

Those dark green pupils gradually lost their luster and then became unfocused.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes.

She looked at the lifeless soul beast before her, and at the dark green blood slowly seeping from its wound. Her face paled, and she abruptly released her grip, taking two steps back.

Moments later, yellow dots began to appear above the Shadow Spider's corpse.

The points of light, like fireflies, drifted out of the corpse and gradually coalesced into a shape.

Soon, a deep yellow spirit ring radiating a soft light floated in mid-air and slowly rotated.

"Dong'er, sit cross-legged." Qian Xunji's voice rang out, "Concentrate your mind and guide the soul ring into your body."

Bibi Dong sat down as instructed.

Sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and concentrate.

As if drawn by some invisible force, the spirit ring slowly fell from the sky, landed on her small body, and then merged into her body.

Qian Xunji's gaze was fixed on her.

This was the first time his disciple had absorbed a soul ring beyond his level, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

If anything unexpected happens, he will not hesitate to intervene, even if it causes Bibi Dong to suffer a backlash, it is better than her exploding and dying.

Golden Crocodile Douluo also stared at Bibi Dong, his face remaining calm, but a few ripples stirred in his heart.

If he had been able to absorb a spirit ring of a higher level when he first acquired it, would he have already taken that final step and become a Limit Douluo like his older brother?

Perhaps, but there are no "what ifs" in this world. His life may have come to an end, and that final step is hopeless.

The forest was quiet, with only the occasional low growl of a spirit beast echoing in the distance.

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed and relaxed at times, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her small body trembled slightly.

But everything was within her tolerance.

……

About an incense stick later, Bibi Dong opened her eyes.

"Teacher, I did it!" She stood up, her voice filled with joy.

Qian Xunji nodded, his eyes filled with relief: "How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?"

Bibi Dong shook her head and said excitedly, "I feel fine, teacher. I'm already at level twelve."

"Level 12?" Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow slightly, then nodded. "Not bad."

When he tested the effects of whale glue before, he discovered that it could not only improve physical fitness, but also enhance some soul power.

It's not surprising that Bibi Dong can reach level twelve.

"What about the effects of the Soul Skill?" Qianxun asked.

After sensing for a moment, Bibi Dong said, "The effect of the soul skill is to increase speed and attack, as well as the power of the Death Spider King's venom by 100%, lasting for half an hour."

After listening, Qian Xunji nodded slightly.

The triple boost to speed, attack, and poison makes this a very suitable soul skill for the Death Spider Emperor martial soul.

"Not bad, you came up with a name for the soul skill yourself." He nodded with satisfaction. "Next, it's time to find a soul ring for Xiao Mo."

"Okay, teacher."

……

The four continued deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest.

Before long, they came to a stream.

The stream was crystal clear, shimmering in the sunlight.

Beside the stream, there lived a Blood Moon Howling Wolf.

Its entire body is covered in dark fur, and it is nearly three meters long and as tall as a person at the shoulder.

It was drinking water with its head down, but its erect ears were twitching slightly as it vigilantly caught every movement around it.

When Su Mo and his companions entered its sensing range, it immediately stopped drinking.

Chapter 8 Su Mo Absorbs the First Soul Ring and Blood Qi

The Blood Moon Howling Wolf raised its head, lowered its body, bared its gleaming white fangs, and let out a low growl.

It didn't pounce immediately.

Perhaps sensing danger, it chose to retreat step by step, its blood-red pupils filled with vigilance.

However, it hasn't retreated more than a few steps.

As soon as Golden Crocodile Douluo released a trace of his aura, Blood Moon Howling Wolf was as if it were being crushed by an invisible mountain. Its limbs went limp, and its entire body collapsed heavily to the ground.

It struggled desperately, but could not move an inch. It could only lie there, emitting helpless low moans, its pupils filled with fear.

“Blood Moon Howling Wolf,” said Golden Crocodile Douluo. “It’s a powerful attack-type soul beast with berserk abilities. Its combat power can surge under the moonlight, and it has a good compatibility with your martial soul, Xiao Mo.”

He paused, a hint of regret in his voice: "But unfortunately, it already has over seven hundred years of cultivation."

Although you've consumed whale gelatin, making your physical abilities significantly stronger than your peers, a seven-hundred-year-old soul ring is still far beyond your limits. Absorbing it rashly would be far too dangerous.

Su Mo stared at the Blood Moon Howling Wolf lying on the ground and remained silent for a moment.

Then he raised his head and looked at Qian Xunji and Golden Crocodile Douluo: "Grandpa Golden Crocodile, teacher, I want it."

“No.” Qian Xunji refused almost immediately. “Seven hundred years is too dangerous.”

He looked at Su Mo with a serious expression: "Xiao Mo, you are a weapon spirit master, and your physical attributes are not as good as those of a beast spirit master."

Dong'er had already reached his limit by absorbing a spirit ring that was over 500 years old. For you, a weapon spirit master, to absorb a spirit ring that was over 700 years old is too risky.

If anything unexpected happens, the losses will outweigh the gains.

“Your teacher is right,” Golden Crocodile Douluo chimed in. “Little Mo, Grandpa Golden Crocodile will find you another one that’s the right age. There are plenty of soul beasts in this forest, one more won’t make a difference.”

“Teacher, Grandpa Golden Crocodile.” Su Mo’s expression was firm. “Believe me, I can do it. My martial soul… it’s yearning for this soul beast.”

Su Mo was not lying.

The Asura Demon Sword within his body was showing signs of movement.

He couldn't explain it clearly, but he could sense that he could absorb the spirit ring of this spirit beast.

Qian Xunji frowned and looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo pondered for a moment, then looked at Su Mo's earnest eyes.

Su Mo's martial soul is a god-level martial soul, so perhaps there really is something special about it?

Finally, he nodded slightly: "Let him give it a try."

“Alright.” Qian Xunji was silent for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement. “But if I feel uncomfortable, I will interrupt immediately.”

"Yes, teacher," Su Mo replied.

Bibi Dong stood aside, glancing at her teacher, then at Grandpa Golden Crocodile, and finally fixing her gaze on Su Mo.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end said nothing. Only a hint of worry appeared in her bright eyes.

A moment later, the Blood Moon Howling Wolf lay dying on the ground.

Unlike Bibi Dong, Su Mo did not draw a dagger, but instead raised his right hand.

A dark red light condensed in his palm, and the Asura Demon Sword slowly emerged from his hand.

The sword is three feet long and three inches wide, dark red in color, and covered with intricate magical runes.

The moment the sword appeared, the Blood Moon Howling Wolf, lying on the ground, suddenly felt an unprecedented fear welling up in its blood-red pupils.

It wasn't the fear of death, but an instinctive fear that made its soul tremble.

The Blood Moon Howling Wolf let out a mournful howl. It wanted to escape, but it was now on its last legs and could not move an inch.

Su Mo gripped his sword tightly and walked step by step toward the Blood Moon Howling Wolf.

Unlike Bibi Dong, there was no fear on his face. Even when facing a soul beast several times larger than himself, his eyes remained calm.

Su Mo walked closer and suddenly thrust his hand forward.

The dark red blade pierced through the throat of the Blood Moon Howling Wolf.

The Blood Moon Howling Wolf twitched twice, and its blood-red pupils gradually lost their luster, becoming dim and then gradually dissipating.