Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Teng sensed clearly that among those people, the one with the strongest soul power was only a Soul Master of level 40-something, which must be the Mountain Fire Baron himself.

The remaining three had soul power fluctuations between those of a Great Soul Master and a Soul Venerable, so they were probably the Baron's subordinates.

Wang Teng really didn't believe that a Soul Master from such a small place could be that strong in terms of Soul Ring configuration and power.

Then, Wang Teng secretly channeled his soul power, and with a flash of light, two spinning tops appeared out of thin air in front of him.

One was fiery red, radiating scorching heat; the other was deep purple, exuding a chilling, sinister aura.

"Sacred Firebird Spinning Top, Steel Wing Bat Spinning Top, go!"

Wang Teng raised his hand and waved it, and the two large spinning tops started moving in response.

"Wow—"

"squeak--"

The phantoms of the sacred beast Flaming Bird and the sacred beast Steel-Winged Bat appeared simultaneously, flapped their wings, and swooped down towards the crowd in front.

On the ground, two spinning tops, one red and one purple, spun rapidly, following closely behind and charging towards the group of people.

"Who goes there!"

The group had just fought a fierce battle with the Fiery Wolves and was resting on the spot, some bandaging their wounds and others taking inventory, when they suddenly saw someone rushing down the slope. They immediately became alert and grabbed their weapons.

"The ones who will kill you."

Wang Teng stood at the top of the slope, arms crossed, without moving a single step, his voice drifting down in a measured tone.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two spinning tops rushed to the edge of the crowd.

"Stop that thing!"

Someone in the crowd shouted at the top of their lungs.

Immediately afterwards, spears, lances, bows and arrows, iron thorns, and all sorts of other weapons came flying at the spinning top.

Ultimate Technique: Nirvana Dance!

With a thought, Wang Teng's Sacred Firebird Spinning Top suddenly accelerated and spun in front of the Steel Wing Bat Spinning Top.

Immediately afterwards, golden-red flames erupted from the surface of the spinning top.

As the top spun rapidly, the flames quickly coalesced into a fiery tornado.

The heat wave hit us, and the fire tornado blocked all the incoming weapons, turning the ironware red-hot and the wooden poles to ash.

Ultimate move: Spinning Poison Sting!

With the flames blocking the way, the Steel Wing Bat Spinner from behind seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

Streams of purple energy shot out.

Each strike was like a poisonous thorn; once it landed on a person, that person would collapse to the ground before even having a chance to scream, their face turning black, and they would never speak again.

In just a few breaths, no fewer than twenty soldiers had fallen to the flames and poisonous stingers.

"Ah—run!"

"Run!"

The soldiers at the front could no longer hold on, their mental defenses completely collapsed. The terrain was open, and it was grassland with little cover, so they scattered and fled in all directions.

"Don't run! Come back!"

"You bastards! Why are you running?! Go back and I'll chop your heads off!"

Behind the soldiers, several supervising officers were shouting and cursing, jumping up and down in frustration.

But who listens to them now?

Those two spinning tops killed people with terrifying speed; whoever was left alive died, and no one cared about beheadings.

"puff!"

As one of the supervising officers was hurling insults, a purple poisonous thorn suddenly pierced his neck, silencing him abruptly, and his body fell straight down.

Even the supervising officers ran away.

Apart from the corpses scattered all over the ground, only a few Soul Masters remained standing, forced back to one side by the two spinning tops.

Ultimate Technique: Celestial Fox Flame!

Wang Teng once again activated the ultimate technique of the Sacred Firebird Gyro.

The fiery tornado, which had been slowing down, suddenly rose up again, and the golden-red flames reflected on the faces of the soul masters, making them look deathly pale.

"The second soul skill: Wuhuo Yujie!"

Just as the fiery tornado was about to engulf them, Baron Wildfire, who had been standing at the back of the group, finally made his move.

Suddenly, a wall of flames, ten meters high, rose from the ground in front of him, burning fiercely and blocking the fire tornado.

"The Baron is mighty!"

"With the Baron's help, he'll definitely be able to deal with that brat!"

Those men who were originally terrified suddenly saw the Baron make a move and immediately grasped at a straw, their faces regaining some vitality as they began to flatter him.

Chapter 258 Changes in the Original Plot 1: Tang San Enters the Heavenly Battle

"Hmph, you're asking for death."

Wang Teng, standing atop the slope, looked at the wall of flames, a cold smile playing on his lips.

His flames were the ultimate flames; the ordinary flames of the Mountain Fire Baron were nothing more than paper in his eyes.

As expected, the Sacred Firebird Beyblade, carrying the phantom of the Flame Bird, charged straight into the wall of flames.

"puff--"

The next second, the wall of flames seemed to have been emptied out by something and collapsed.

No, to be precise, it was completely swept away and swallowed up by Wang Teng's fire tornado, leaving not even a spark.

The flattery from his subordinates abruptly stopped; they stood there, mouths agape, their expressions frozen.

Ultimate move: Spinning Poison Sting!

While the group was stunned, the Steel Wing Bat Beyblade, which had been hiding behind the Sacred Firebird Beyblade, seized the opportunity.

The spinning top and the sacred beast exerted their power simultaneously, and a purple poisonous stinger, much thicker and faster than before, shot out suddenly, heading straight for Baron Wildfire.

"puff!"

The Baron was, after all, a Soul Master, and his reaction was quick.

At the last moment, he mustered all his strength to dodge to the side, and the poisonous thorn that was originally aimed at his chest passed through his right arm, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist.

The next moment, Baron Wildfire turned and ran without saying a word.

He didn't care about his three subordinates anymore, and ran as fast as he could into the depths of the grassland, without looking back.

"Kid, don't let me find out who you are!"

"Otherwise, I'll skin you alive sooner or later!"

Baron Wildfire's voice echoed back from afar, filled with hatred and rage, reverberating across the vast grassland.

"Little brother, he's run away."

Upon hearing those words, Wang Sheng's face showed some anxiety, fearing that if this person really escaped, it would cause trouble.

"Brother, don't worry."

Wang Teng smiled calmly and said, "Let the toxins fly for a while."

Hearing him say that, Wang Sheng had no choice but to suppress his anxiety and stare at the receding figure.

A few more breaths passed.

Baron Wildfire, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped, swayed, and came to a halt.

"Is it...poisonous?"

He looked down at his right arm, where the skin around the wound pierced by the poisonous stinger had turned black, and the blackness was spreading rapidly upwards.

In fact, when Shan Huo felt injured, he had already used his soul power to suppress it.

His original plan was to suppress the toxins while running, and then find a way to detoxify after running a certain distance.

However, Baron Wildfire never expected that Wang Teng's poisonous sting was so deadly. He had only run for less than three breaths when he was already poisoned.

"puff--"

The baron spat out a mouthful of black blood, then fell straight forward, crashing heavily onto the grass, where he remained motionless.

"Run!"

When the baron's three men saw that their leader was also dead, they panicked and scattered in all directions for their lives.

"Heavenly Fox Flame".

"Spinning and striking with poisonous stings."

Wang Teng watched the direction those people fled in, neither deliberately chasing them nor saying he would let them go. He simply controlled the two large spinning tops, slowly releasing flames and poisonous stings.

"Bear--"

"Whoosh-"

Golden-red flames and dark purple venomous thorns danced and crisscrossed across the grassland, chasing after the few figures fleeing in disarray.

Before long, those soul masters were either dead or collapsed; some were engulfed by flames, and some were pierced by poisonous spikes. None of them managed to escape.

Looking at the scene below the slope, Wang Sheng was speechless for a moment.

He glanced at the corpses lying haphazardly, then at his younger brother standing calmly in front of him. His throat moved, but he ultimately said nothing.

"Big brother, let's go."

Wang Teng retrieved the two spinning tops and walked towards the battlefield ahead, calling out to Wang Sheng at the same time.

"coming."

Wang Sheng snapped out of his daze and quickly followed.