Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

However, a strange scene happened.

Normally, if a sharp sword pierces the throat, blood should gush out.

But at this moment, not a single drop of blood flowed from the Blood Moon Howling Wolf's wound.

A faint wisp of blood-red mist slowly seeped out from the wound.

The fog was very thin, so thin that it was almost invisible, but it was definitely there.

The moment the mist touched the sword, it vanished without a trace, as if it had been sucked into the Asura Demon Sword.

Su Mo felt the Asura Demon Sword in his hand tremble slightly.

The tremor was very slight, but he could clearly feel it; it was satisfaction, it was pleasure.

The magic runes on the sword flickered slightly, a dark red light flashed for a moment, and then returned to calm.

Su Mo also felt that the soul power within his body had actually increased slightly.

Although it was only a trace, he could clearly feel it.

Su Mo immediately understood; this was probably one of the abilities of the Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul.

The Asura God was originally a god of slaughter, so his Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul could absorb blood energy to enhance his strength.

He kept this discovery to himself, remaining outwardly calm.

Fortunately, in this era, awakening an evil martial soul does not automatically define one as an evil soul master.

Otherwise, Bibi Dong, who possesses the two evil martial souls, Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, would not have been accepted as a disciple by Qian Xunji, let alone become the future Pope.

Moreover, a martial soul is innate; whether it is righteous or evil, good or evil, depends entirely on the path the soul master chooses.

Being able to cultivate through killing and actively relying on killing to cultivate are two different things.

Not far away, Qian Xunji and Golden Crocodile Douluo witnessed this scene.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing a deeper meaning in each other's eyes.

Su Mo's martial spirit is actively absorbing blood energy.

Both of them knew exactly what this meant.

Su Mo's martial soul can be cultivated through killing. If he goes astray or his mind is affected by killing intent, he may become a fallen soul master.

Qian Xunji stepped forward, looked at Su Mo, and said with a serious expression, "Little Mo, you just killed that soul beast. Has your power increased?"

Su Mo raised his head, met Qian Xunji's gaze, and nodded: "Yes, teacher."

Seeing that Su Mo's eyes were clear and he seemed unaffected, Qian Xunji continued:

"You must remember that your martial spirit is innate, but the path you choose is your own."

You must never again rely on killing to cultivate.

One of the Spirit Hall's responsibilities is to crack down on those corrupt spirit masters who indiscriminately kill innocent people for the sake of cultivation. Do you understand what your teacher is saying?

Su Mo nodded earnestly: "Teacher, rest assured, your disciple will never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Qian Xunji looked into his eyes, those eyes were clear and firm.

After a moment, Qian Xunji's expression softened, and he nodded slightly, saying, "Alright, let's prepare to absorb the soul ring."

Chapter 9 Su Mo's First Soul Skill, the Second Ring of a Thousand Years

Su Mo nodded, sat cross-legged beside the corpse of the Blood Moon Howling Wolf, and focused on guiding his soul ring.

As if drawn by some force, the deep yellow spirit ring slowly floated up from above the corpse and landed on Su Mo.

As time passed, a strange scene unfolded: Su Mo's entire absorption process was surprisingly smooth, with almost no obstruction.

The moment the spirit ring entered his body, he only frowned slightly before relaxing his brow, his expression serene and peaceful.

Qian Xunji stood to the side, his gaze never leaving Su Mo, his expression somewhat surprised.

Not long ago, when Bibi Dong absorbed her first spirit ring, although she succeeded, the whole process was not easy.

Su Mo's process of absorbing the spirit ring was as natural as drinking water or eating.

After a long while, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes. A flash of red light appeared in his dark pupils the instant he opened them.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and smiled, "Teacher, I did it!"

Qianxun quickly took a few steps closer, carefully examined him for a moment, and only felt relieved after confirming that he was safe and sound.

"What kind of soul skill did you acquire?" Qianxun asked.

Information about soul skills naturally surfaced in Su Mo's mind.

"I named my first soul skill 'Asura Blood Fiend.' After it is used, both attack and speed are amplified by 100%. Most importantly, this soul skill has no time limit. As long as you have enough soul power, you can maintain the amplified state indefinitely."

"No time limit?" A hint of surprise flashed in Qianxunji's eyes.

Most amplification soul skills have a time limit and can only be used again after a cooldown period.

And Su Mo's soul skill could actually be maintained indefinitely.

He nodded immediately, a look of satisfaction on his face: "Hmm, your soul skill is indeed very strong. Now, it's time to find you a second soul ring."

Just as the group was preparing to venture deeper, Su Mo suddenly spoke up: "Teacher, I want to absorb a thousand-year-old spirit ring for my second spirit ring."

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was exceptionally firm, without a trace of joking.

Qian Xunji frowned, his smile fading: "Xiao Mo, a thousand-year soul ring is too dangerous."

The energy fluctuations of a thousand-year soul ring are several times more intense than those of a hundred-year soul ring. With your current physical strength, it would be too dangerous to absorb a thousand-year soul ring rashly.

You have exceptional talent; there's no need to rush, lest you cause irreparable damage.

Golden Crocodile Douluo chimed in, "Little Mo, your teacher is right. It's too risky to absorb a thousand-year soul ring now."

“Yes, junior brother, just listen to your teacher,” Bibi Dong said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm confident," Su Mo said firmly. "As you all saw, I absorbed the first spirit ring very smoothly without any discomfort."

Qian Xunji looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

He turned to look at the Golden Crocodile Douluo standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Golden Crocodile Douluo pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "In that case, let him give it a try."

Qian Xunji hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

The four continued deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest.

Golden Crocodile Douluo released his spiritual power, which spread outwards like invisible ripples.

With a level 98 Title Douluo exploring the way, finding suitable soul beasts is a piece of cake.

Within fifteen minutes, the group spotted their target.

Not far away, there was a steep cliff, about several tens of feet high, covered with cracks and protruding rocks.

In a deep crevice in the rock, a huge figure can be vaguely seen coiled up.

It was a huge soul beast.

It is nearly four meters long and its body is covered with grayish-brown scales. The scales are layered and each one is about the size of a palm. The edges are sharp as knives and gleam with a metallic luster in the sunlight. From a distance, it looks like it is wearing a thick layer of armor.

It has a row of protruding bony spurs on its back, extending from the neck to the tail. The bony spurs are triangular, with the longest being about half a foot long and having sharp tips.

The limbs are thick and powerful, each as thick as an adult's waist, with webbed toes and curved, sharp claws at the tips, gripping the rock face tightly.

Its head was triangular, and a pair of cold, vertical pupils stared coldly at the group, their reflections etched in the pupils. Its long, forked tongue occasionally darted out of its mouth, hissing as it made a warning sound.

“Ironclad Dragon Lizard,” said Golden Crocodile Douluo. “A sub-dragon soul beast, possessing a trace of dragon bloodline, known for its strength and defense.”

Judging from its size and the color of its scales, it should be just over a thousand years old.

Su Mo glanced at the armored dragon lizard a few times and nodded: "This one will do, thank you for your trouble, teacher."

Qian Xunji nodded slightly and then flashed away.

The next moment, he was already standing in front of the rock wall.

The armored dragon lizard seemed to sense the danger, and suddenly let out a roar, its thick tail lashing out at Qian Xunji.

However, this attack was simply not enough against a Title Douluo.

Qian Xunji didn't even use his martial spirit; he simply waved his hand, and a sharp burst of soul power shot out, directly knocking the armored dragon lizard off the rock wall.

With a loud bang, the armored dragon lizard crashed heavily to the ground, creating a shallow crater and sending dust flying.

It struggled to get up, but Qian Xunji had already landed beside it, stepping on its back and pressing it firmly to the ground.

A moment later, the armored dragon lizard lay on the ground, barely alive, with no strength left to struggle.

Its prized scales were no different from paper in front of Qian Xunji, completely destroyed.

Su Mo walked up to it, and with a thought, the dark red Asura Demon Sword materialized in his hand.

The sword trembled slightly and emitted a soft hum, as if it were excited about the impending slaughter!

Su Mo raised his sword, aiming it at the fist-sized pupil of the armored dragon lizard.

With a soft "pfft".

The blade pierced its eye precisely and went into its head.

It was the same eerie scene again: no blood gushed out, only a thick wisp of bloody mist emanated from the corpse and was drawn into the sword.

It's clear that this blood mist is denser and darker in color than the previous Blood Moon Howling Wolf mist, and contains much more powerful energy.

Su Mo could clearly feel the Asura Demon Sword in his hand tremble slightly again, and the feeling of satisfaction was even stronger than before.

It was as if a person who had been thirsty for a long time had finally drunk from a sweet spring.

His soul power also increased slightly, even more than before.

Feeling no abnormality in his body, he immediately sat cross-legged beside the Ironclad Dragon Lizard's corpse and began absorbing the soul ring.

A pale purple thousand-year soul ring floated up from the corpse and slowly landed on him.

Qian Xunji and Jin E Douluo both kept their eyes fixed on him, using their mental energy to constantly sense his condition, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

Bibi Dong stood to the side, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her bright eyes fixed on Su Mo, her face full of tension.