Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The walls of the stone chamber were made of hard granite, and several fist-sized luminous pearls were embedded in the rocks overhead, emitting a cool light.

In the very center of the stone chamber, Ning Fengzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Bone Douluo stood beside him, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were dozing off, or perhaps on guard.

In the deepest part of the stone chamber, two familiar figures were chained together with heavy iron chains. Their necks and limbs were encased in ring-shaped devices made of some kind of metal, which emitted faint fluctuations of soul power.

The surfaces of those instruments were engraved with dense patterns, resembling some kind of soul guide device; they were clearly not ordinary torture instruments.

The two people trapped were Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

The two men's clothes were tattered and stained with blood and dirt. Their faces were as pale as paper, but they were still relatively conscious.

Chrysanthemum Douluo leaned against the stone wall, his eyes slightly closed. Hearing footsteps, he lifted his eyelids, glanced at Wang Teng, and then let them fall back down weakly.

Ghost Douluo simply slumped his head, motionless, but his slightly rising and falling chest indicated that he was still alive.

Wang Teng's gaze swept over the two of them, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The person has been captured and is still alive; that's the best outcome.

He looked around the stone chamber but didn't see Sword Douluo, so he asked, "Where is Grandpa Sword?"

"Uncle Jian was slightly injured and is currently recuperating."

Ning Fengzhi answered briefly, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible relief.

"Uncle Jian's left arm was pierced by Ghost Douluo, and the bone is fractured. He needs to rest for a while."

"But it's nothing serious, you'll be fine once you recover."

Wang Teng nodded, his gaze returning to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

"By the way, Wang Teng."

Ning Fengzhi waved to him and explained, "Let's help them detoxify first."

"Although we were the ones who administered the ice and fire poison, now is not the time for them to die."

Wang Teng stepped forward and squatted down in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked up at him, her usually alluring eyes now bloodshot, her lips chapped and peeling, and she looked utterly disheveled.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just snorted and turned his head away.

Ignoring Chrysanthemum Douluo's attitude, Wang Teng extended two purple spider thorns from behind and accurately pierced both sides of Chrysanthemum Douluo's neck.

The moment the spider pierced his body, Chrysanthemum Douluo's body tensed up, and a suppressed groan escaped his throat.

The red and white toxins were slowly extracted from Chrysanthemum Douluo's body along the spider silk, and a faint black mist appeared on the surface of the spider stinger.

A moment later, Wang Teng pulled out the spider stinger, turned to Ghost Douluo, and repeated the same operation.

Once the toxins in Ghost Douluo's body had been completely drained, Wang Teng stood up, put away the spider thorns, and took a few steps back.

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a long breath, the ashen look on his face faded considerably, and the bloodshot in his eyes also lessened.

He stretched his wrists, which were chained, looked up at Ning Fengzhi, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ning Fengzhi, what do you want to do with us?"

"Not urgent."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, not responding to his words, but turning to Wang Teng and Bone Douluo and saying, "Let's go out first and let the two elders rest here."

Ning Fengzhi lifted his foot and walked out of the stone chamber, but stopped after taking two steps. He looked back at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, as if he remembered something, and added, "By the way, let me remind you two."

"These instruments of torture on you are used to suppress your soul power."

"In addition to that, they have another function, which is to explode."

“If they are removed incorrectly, these instruments of torture will explode on the spot.”

"As for the power of the explosion... hehe, I think you probably don't want to know."

Ning Fengzhi's tone was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today, but his words sent chills down one's spine.

"Therefore, I hope the two of you will not do anything reckless."

"otherwise……"

He didn't finish his sentence, but just smiled meaningfully, then turned and walked out of the stone chamber.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, their expressions incredibly interesting.

Anger, resentment, helplessness, bitterness—various emotions intertwined, finally culminating in two low, bitter laughs.

"How to do?"

Ghost Douluo's voice was as weak as a wisp of wind.

What else can we do?

Ju Douluo closed his eyes, leaned against the stone wall, and his voice was full of exhaustion.

"Let's rest first."

"Let's get some rest and see what they're really up to."

Silence returned to the stone chamber, with only the cold light of the luminous pearl silently illuminating the two Title Douluos who were bound by chains.

Outside the cave, the sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew.

Wang Teng followed Ning Fengzhi out of the cave entrance, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then asked, "Uncle Ning, why don't you start asking now?"

"The people have been captured, and the knowledge of the immortal herb is already in their minds. Why wait any longer?"

"They are, after all, titled Douluo."

Ning Fengzhi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant mountains, and explained, "He's used to being arrogant and proud. He was just captured by us and he's holding back a lot of anger."

“If you ask them now, they will either remain silent or ask for an exorbitant price.”

"Why don't we lock them up for a few days first, wear them down, and then talk to them when they've figured things out themselves?"

"Things will be much easier then."

Wang Teng thought about it and felt it made sense, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The three of them walked back along the mountain path at a leisurely pace.

Bone Douluo remained calm and composed, as if the two people locked in the stone chamber were not two Title Douluos, but two ordinary wild beasts.

……

half a month later.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was as oppressive as the sky before a storm.

A dozen or so cardinals stood on either side, their heads bowed and eyes lowered, not daring to utter a sound.

In front of them stood several Spirit Hall retainers dressed in robes of various colors, their expressions equally solemn.

On the high platform, Pope Bibidon sat on his golden throne, expressionless.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall, each tap striking the heart of everyone present.

"Tell me about it."

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Have we still not found any trace of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo?"

A cardinal stepped forward, bowed, and replied, “Your Holiness, since the two elders went missing, we have dispatched a large number of people to search along the route and have also issued orders for assistance to various monasteries.”

"After this period of investigation, our spies found suspicious traces in some places, but after verification and comparison, most of them were ruled out..."

The cardinal spoke cautiously and carefully, afraid that he might offend the pope by using the wrong word.

"Alright, let's get straight to the conclusion."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by the nagging of her subordinates.

Upon hearing this, the cardinal swallowed hard and forced a smile, saying, "Yes, Your Holiness."

"Our conclusion is that the two elders have most likely been murdered."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the hall seemed to grow even colder.

All the cardinals lowered their heads; no one dared to look at Bibidon's face at that moment.

"Murder?"

Bibi Dong stopped tapping, her voice as cold as ice, and asked, "Who did this?"

"I...I don't know."

The cardinal's throat tightened, and his voice became so hoarse that he could barely speak.

"do not know?"

Bibi Dong's expression suddenly turned cold, and an invisible pressure emanated from her, enveloping the entire hall.

Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the cardinals, and the expressions of the elders of the Spirit Hall were also not good.

Under this oppressive force, even breathing became difficult for everyone.

At this moment, a tall and burly Soul Master dressed in the robes of a Spirit Hall official stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Holiness, there are very few people on the entire continent who can take down two elders in a short time without attracting attention."

"The top experts of the three upper sects, as well as the hidden strength of the Star Luo Empire's royal family, all possess this ability."

"However, the battle took place within the territory of the Heaven Dou Empire, and it is unlikely that people from the Star Luo Empire would cross half a continent to take action."

"Therefore, the most likely explanation is that it was done by people from the three upper sects."

This person is none other than the Spirit Hall's honored guest, Demon Bear Douluo.

"What Demon Bear Douluo said makes sense."

A female Title Douluo standing next to the Demon Bear took over the conversation, her voice clear and calm.

"However, considering all factors, the most suspicious is still the Haotian Sect."

"Among the three upper sects, our Spirit Hall has the biggest conflict and the deepest grudge with the Clear Sky Sect."

"Moreover, we just fought Tang Hao on our way to Wuhun City not long ago. He has every motive and the ability to retaliate."

The speaker was Spirit Iris Douluo, also one of the Spirit Hall's retainers. He was meticulous and skilled in analysis.