Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The messenger disciple respectfully replied, "According to the intelligence agents we have planted around Spirit City, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo left Spirit City yesterday morning and headed north."

"Judging from their direction of travel, their destination is likely Xiangjiazong."

"Elephant Armor Sect?"

Ning Fengzhi was slightly taken aback, then nodded thoughtfully.

The Elephant Armor Sect is one of the four most famous sects on the continent, and its sect leader, Hu Yanzhen, is an 89-level defensive Soul Douluo with formidable strength.

Ning Fengzhi was aware that the Spirit Hall and the Elephant Armor Sect had a long-standing relationship.

However, the fact that Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo have both mobilized at the same time indicates that this matter is not simple.

"However, no matter how complicated things are, they have nothing to do with my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. All I want is Chrysanthemum Pass."

Ning Fengzhi pondered silently.

After a while, Ning Fengzhi finished considering.

He then stood up and put the secret letter into his sleeve.

"Go and inform the two elders... Never mind, you can go now, I'll go myself."

Ning Fengzhi strode out of the study, his steps light as if he were ten years younger.

He walked through the corridor and around the garden, and soon found Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo in the training ground.

The two old men were sparring, their sword light intertwining with the ripples in the air, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, we have news!"

Ning Fengzhi strode closer and said in a low voice.

Sword Douluo sheathed his sword and stood there, while Bone Douluo dispersed his spatial ripples. The two of them looked at Ning Fengzhi at the same time.

Ning Fengzhi briefly recounted the contents of the secret letter.

"Great!"

Sword Douluo's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his right hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the sword hilt.

"The time has finally come."

"This month of waiting has really made me incredibly bored."

"Shall we take action now?"

Bone Douluo stroked his beard and asked a very practical question: "Should we bring Wang Teng along?"

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, then shook his head and refused, saying, "There's no need to bring him."

"Let's go, the three of us."

"Although Wang Teng is quite strong, he is facing two Title Douluos this time. He won't be of much help if he goes, and he might even distract us from taking care of them."

"Besides, he had already given us the Ice and Fire Poison beforehand, and we know how to use it."

"One more or one less makes no difference."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance and nodded.

"In that case, let's go."

Bone Douluo stretched out his hands and placed them on Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's shoulders, saying, "Let's go."

Before he finished speaking, silvery-white spatial ripples spread out from his body.

The three figures distorted and blurred like reflections in water, then vanished with a "poof".

The training ground returned to calm, with only a gentle breeze blowing and a few fallen leaves rustling through it.

three days later.

The sky above the Lingdou Plain was cloudless and clear.

Two figures flew from south to north at an extremely fast speed, leaving two faint streaks of light in the sky.

The person in front was dressed in a bright red dress, with jewels gleaming on her chest, and had a bewitching face.

This person was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo.

The figure behind him was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

This person is naturally Ghost Douluo.

The two chatted as they flew, looking relaxed and completely unaware of the danger ahead.

"Old Ghost, do you think it's true that Huyan Zhen has defected this time?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo turned to look at his companion, his tone tinged with curiosity.

The Elephant Armor Sect's decision to join the Spirit Hall was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The two sides have been negotiating for two or three years, going back and forth between exchanging interests and negotiating terms, which has dragged on for a long time.

Now that Hu Yanzhen has finally made up his mind to completely side with the Spirit Hall, this is undoubtedly a great joy for the Spirit Hall.

Pope Bibidon sent the two of them to make contact, which was both a sign of importance and a demonstration of power.

"It should be true."

Ghost Douluo's voice came from the black mist, deep and calm, explaining, "This was not a sudden decision. We had already negotiated terms with the Elephant Armor Sect a few years ago."

"Although Huyan Zhen is a rough man, he never does anything he is not sure of."

"If he has made up his mind, then it must be true."

“There’s nothing suspicious about it. After all, going back on his word wouldn’t do him any good.”

"Too……"

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, about to say something more, when his expression suddenly changed.

It turned out that the surrounding space began to fluctuate violently without warning, as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples spread out in layers, distorting the light and the sense of direction.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stopped at the same time, hovering back to back in mid-air, warily looking around.

"Spatial Soul Skill!"

Ghost Douluo's voice suddenly rose, shouting, "An ambush?"

Before the words were even finished, the attack had already begun.

A sharp sword light cleaved out from the void, carrying an unstoppable momentum, heading straight for Ghost Douluo's throat.

The sword light was too fast; it was so fast that Ghost Douluo only had time to slightly tilt his head before the sword blade grazed his cheek, slicing off a strand of his long, black, misty hair.

At the same time, silvery-white spatial ripples spread out in layers around Chrysanthemum Douluo, trapping him in a constantly shrinking spatial cage.

The figure of Bone Douluo emerged from the void, his hands clenched into fists, his ten fingers moving rapidly like playing a piano, each tremor of his fingers causing the spatial ripples to pulsate.

Instead of rushing to attack, he focused on control and delay, keeping Chrysanthemum Douluo firmly locked in place.

Damn it!

Eighth Soul Skill: Holy Light Chrysanthemum Shadow!

With a roar, Chrysanthemum Douluo unleashed his Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum Martial Soul, and a golden chrysanthemum phantom bloomed behind him, attempting to tear apart the spatial cage with his soul skill.

However, Bone Douluo's spatial soul skill was extremely exquisite. As soon as one layer of the cage was torn apart, another layer was immediately added, layer upon layer, seemingly endless.

Not far away, Ning Fengzhi's figure emerged from the spatial ripples.

He did not participate in the battle directly, but hovered in mid-air.

Ning Fengzhi is only at the Soul Saint level and cannot fly on his own.

The reason he can fly now is because of the flight ability granted by a piece of soul bone, which allows him to stay steadily at the edge of the battlefield.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul appeared in Ning Fengzhi's palm, its seven-colored light flowing, and beams of light shot precisely towards Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

"The seven treasures are named: first, strength; second, speed; third, spirit; fourth, defense; and fifth, offense!"

With the simultaneous boost from the five amplifications, the auras of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo suddenly surged.

Sword Douluo, in particular, had his already sharp and sword-like aura reach an even higher level, making him seem like a peerless sword that had been drawn from its sheath.

Ghost Douluo's martial soul is Ghost, which makes him good at stealth, sneak attacks and control, but head-on confrontation is not his forte.

Therefore, he was immediately entangled by Sword Douluo, struggling to defend himself and facing constant danger.

Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, however, is purely offensive.

At this moment, his sword strikes were faster and heavier than the last, forcing Ghost Douluo to retreat repeatedly, leaving him no chance to hide or escape.

"Let's give it our all!"

Ghost Douluo gritted his teeth and stopped dodging.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Ghostly Appearance!"

The next second, a thick cloud of black mist emerged from where Ghost Douluo's palms were condensing.

Immediately afterwards, countless purple skulls emerged from the black mist and rushed towards Sword Douluo's face.

At this moment, as long as Sword Douluo dodges, Ghost Douluo will have a chance to catch his breath.

However, Sword Douluo did not dodge.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he thrust his longsword straight out.

"puff!"

The skull bit through Sword Douluo's left arm, blood splattered, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard.

Sword Douluo grunted, his face turning pale instantly, but he didn't stop wielding his sword.

The longsword pierced through Ghost Douluo's protective soul power and entered his chest.

At the same time, Sword Douluo flipped his right hand, and two stone bottles appeared in his palm.

He flicked the cork off the bottle with his thumb and splashed all the red spring water inside onto Ghost Douluo.

"what--"

Ghost Douluo let out a shrill scream.

The red and white spring water touched his skin and instantly emitted a pungent white smoke.