Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

At this moment, Dugu Bo had completely lost his sense of the outside world, and his entire mind was immersed in the silent war within his body.

The newly formed golden inner core was slowly taking shape, greedily absorbing every trace of toxin and every wisp of soul power from Dugu Bo's body.

Even the surrounding poisonous miasma seemed to be drawn in by something, and began to flow continuously into his mouth, where it was devoured and refined by the inner core.

Will Dugu Bo survive?

Nobody knows.

But at least for now, he lay quietly in the poisonous miasma surrounding the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

The Azure Serpent King was shrouded in a faint golden light, struggling for a sliver of life in this realm of death.

The fragments of the shattered poison pill have completely merged into the surrounding poisonous miasma.

The poison, already made incredibly potent by the Snow Swan's Kiss, was now further enhanced by the deadly toxins that Dugu Bo had accumulated over decades. The combination of the two, stimulating each other, caused the poisonous miasma to become even more concentrated at a visible rate, and its range was slowly expanding outwards.

The poisonous fog surged, its color changing from grayish-green to dark green, with a hint of eerie purplish-black, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening, opening its hideous maw.

After leaving Sunset Forest, Wang Teng headed east.

However, once he left the forest, he stopped flying.

After all, it would be too conspicuous for a level 30 Soul Master to be flying so openly in the sky.

The fluctuations of soul power cannot be hidden. If they attract some idle and powerful expert, it will cause trouble for no reason.

After walking for almost half a day, the outline of Tiandou City finally came into view.

Standing at the south gate, Wang Teng looked up at the three ancient characters on the gate and suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

When he left Heaven Dou City six months ago, he was only a level 27 Great Soul Master.

He's back now, and he's still the same person, but his abilities are completely different now.

"Next is to hunt for the third spirit ring."

Wang Teng withdrew his gaze, pondering in his heart: "However, the traces of the soul beast... I'm afraid I'll still have to trouble Manager Ning."

Then, Wang Teng strode into the city gate.

Tiandou City remained unchanged, with people coming and going on the streets, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and vehicles mingling together.

Wang Teng walked through several familiar alleyways and soon arrived at the auction house of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

It seems like there's an auction going on today; the entrance is much busier than usual.

The guests coming and going were all dressed smartly, clearly not from ordinary families.

Just as Wang Teng was about to go in, a gasp suddenly came from behind him.

"Ah... sir, what brings you here?"

Wang Teng turned around and saw a familiar-looking girl.

I remember now, she was the one who led the way when I came here last time.

"It is you."

Wang Teng smiled and said, "I'm here to see Manager Ning. I wonder if he's available right now?"

The maidservant hurried over and said as she walked, "Mr. Wang, let me take you inside to sit down first, and then I will go and inform the steward."

"Our auction house is holding a major auction today, and the manager is probably busy making arrangements."

"You can rest in the private room for a while, and then I'll go ask again."

Wang Teng followed behind the maid and casually explained, "If he's really busy, we can find someone else."

"I came here mainly to buy some information about soul beasts. It's nothing important, so there's no need to trouble Steward Ning to come in person."

Upon hearing this, the maid shook her head and said, "Sir, please don't say that."

"Our manager specifically told you last time that if you come again, you must tell him."

"He won't let anyone else handle your matter."

As they were talking, the two went up to the second floor and entered a private room.

The maid helped Wang Teng sit down and then hurriedly went to find someone.

Wang Teng was the only one left in the private room.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, and began to think about serious matters again.

"When I see Steward Ning later, I'll have to ask if there are any suitable bat-type soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest."

Wang Teng frowned slightly, pondering, "The problem is... how do I tell him that I need a third-ring spirit beast that is around eight thousand years old?"

This is indeed a difficult thing to bring up.

The normal lifespan of a third spirit ring is at most 1,500 years, but his is 8,000 years. Who would believe that?

"never mind."

Wang Teng let out a breath and muttered, "Just say that I need a soul beast of that age. As for which ring it is, there's no need to explain it so clearly. Anyway, Manager Ning probably doesn't know my exact strength."

Having figured it out, Wang Teng relaxed and took a sip of the tea on the table.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, footsteps finally came from outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as there was a knock, Wang Teng immediately stood up, looked at the doorway, and said, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and sure enough, it was Steward Ning who came in.

A smile graced his round face, and his body seemed to have gotten even rounder than it had a few months ago.

However, to Wang Teng's surprise, there were actually two other people following behind Manager Ning.

One was a middle-aged man, dressed in luxurious yet dignified attire, with a gentle and refined demeanor; his mere presence made one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.

The other was an old man with a full head of white hair, tall and thin, but standing straight with a back like a pine tree, exuding a tough and unyielding aura.

Before Wang Teng could take a closer look, Manager Ning's loud voice rang out.

"Haha, Brother Wang, you've finally arrived!"

Manager Ning's laughter was warm and cheerful; before he even stepped inside, his belly was already protruding.

Wang Teng quickly went to greet him, smiling and calling out, "Brother Ning, come in quickly."

Afterwards, Manager Ning and the other two entered the private room.

Wang Teng's gaze also fell on the two strangers behind Manager Ning, and he cautiously asked, "Brother Ning, who are these two...?"

Upon hearing this, Manager Ning quickly stepped aside, his smile becoming more serious, and introduced, "Brother, let me introduce you."

"This is the sect leader of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"This one is the pillar of our sect, the Sword Douluo."

Wang Teng's mind went blank, and he froze on the spot.

Ning Fengzhi?

Dust in the heart?

He swallowed unconsciously, his mind reeling.

What's the situation?

I was just here to buy some information, how did I manage to alarm these two?

Was it just bad luck that I ran into it?

That makes sense. After all, today is an auction at an auction house. Ning Fengzhi and the other person may have come to watch the auction.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Wang Teng felt a sense of panic.

Chapter 232 The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's Requirements

"You're Rongrong's 'classmate,' Wang Teng?"

It was Sword Douluo who spoke. His tone was neither warm nor cold, but his eyes were like two knives, slashing straight at Wang Teng.

Wang Teng took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting, introducing himself as, "Junior Wang Teng greets Senior Sword Douluo and Sect Master Ning."

"Humph."

Sword Douluo snorted lightly, said no more, but suddenly a powerful aura erupted from his body.

The aura came without warning, yet it pressed down on Wang Teng like a mountain, overwhelming him completely.

This is the pressure of a titled Douluo, let alone a level 97 Sword Douluo whose attack power is unparalleled in the world.

The oppressive feeling wasn't like a simple imposing aura; it was more like countless sharp swords piercing into the flesh from all directions.

Wang Teng's expression changed drastically, and his soul power surged wildly within his body in an attempt to resist the oppressive force.

However, it was no use.

The pressure was so intense that his body involuntarily staggered back two steps, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hmph, nothing special."

Sword Douluo withdrew his aura, his tone clearly showing disappointment.

That casual remark pierced Wang Teng's heart like a thorn.

He gritted his teeth, a stubborn glint in his eyes.

"Wow—!"

The next second, a piercing screech echoed throughout the private room.

A red light suddenly appeared on Wang Teng's body, and a firebird the size of a palm appeared out of thin air, flapping its wings and hovering between him and Sword Douluo.

It was Wang Teng's spinning top, the Flaming Bird.

The spinning sacred beast, Flame Bird, was surrounded by golden-red flames. As soon as it appeared, it spewed a scorching wave of air towards Sword Douluo.

"Oh?"

Sword Douluo raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his eyes.