Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Features of the spinning top: Rock-solid protection, golden armor and flowing light

Spinning Top's Ultimate Move 1: Ten Thousand Tons of Pressure

Spinning Top Special Move 2: Impregnable Fortress

Spinning Top Special Move 3: Landslide and Earth Shattering

Spinning Top Skill Development 1: Ultimate Soil

Gyroscope Skill Development 2: Vibration Sensing

[Fifth Soul Skill: Howling Leopard Spinning Top, Celestial Silver Leopard Spinning Top (Level 1 Evolution Completed)]

Soul Ring Age Limit: 30000 years / 90000 years (currently sealed)

The spinning top's sacred beasts are: the 100,000-year-old soul beast Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin (awake), and the 20,000-year-old sacred beast Wind Chaser Leopard (unconscious).

Top attribute: Wood

Features of the spinning top: swift and agile, lightning-fast and sudden.

Spinning Top Special Move 1: Wind Sweeps Through the Forest

Spinning Top Special Move 2: Extreme Electricity Like the Wind

Spinning Top Skill Development 1: Plant Perception

Spinning Top Skill Development 2: Ultimate Wood

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The name of the Wind Howling Leopard Gyro Divine Beast has changed from "Azure-Eyed Spirit Leopard" to "Wind Chaser Leopard", and its remnant soul state is marked as "unconscious".

In addition to what's shown on the panel, A-Yin has also changed.

For example, she can manifest independently without needing a spinning top to summon her.

After understanding the changes, Wang Teng exited the panel and let out a long breath.

In five days, he went from level 53 to 55. Ah Yin's transformation and the absorption of the Black Jade Divine Bamboo made this trip even more fruitful than he had expected.

Wang Teng stood up and looked at the sky in the distance, which was gradually turning white.

In two more days, Grandpa Bone will come to pick him up.

Royal hunting grounds, Xueqing River, avalanche, cedar trees...

A good show is waiting for you to see.

Chapter 407 Royal Hunt? Is it a hunt for the royal family?

Two days later, Bone Douluo appeared in the valley of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well right on time.

Silvery-white spatial ripples spread across the valley, and the figure of Bone Douluo emerged from the void.

He glanced at Wang Teng, who was meditating cross-legged by the pool, nodded, and called out, "Let's go, it's time to go to the hunting grounds."

Wang Teng finished his practice, stood up, and dusted himself off.

He took one last look at the valley where he had lived for a few days. The red and white spring water was still bubbling, and the fairy herbs were swaying gently in the breeze. Everything was as before.

"Let's go."

Bone Douluo placed his hand on Wang Teng's shoulder, and spatial ripples spread out again, causing the two figures to disappear into the valley.

When it reappeared, it was already at the Royal Hunting Grounds outside Tiandou City.

The royal hunting grounds cover a vast area, with dense forests and a network of waterways.

Wang Teng was no stranger to this place.

After all, the qualifying rounds of the previous Soul Master Competition were held here.

At that time, Wang Teng's attention was entirely focused on the competition, and he had no interest in looking at the scenery around him.

Things are different now; he can take a good look at this place.

Before us lay a vast campsite, with tents stretching out in a row and banners fluttering in the wind.

Outside the camp, soldiers of the Royal Knights, clad in silver armor and wielding halberds, stood ramrod straight at their posts, motionless, like rows of stone sculptures.

The camp was bustling with activity, with people coming and going.

Those who came were all nobles and soul masters from the Heaven Dou Empire.

Looking around, Wang Teng saw nothing but fine clothes and luxurious garments.

The men, dressed in colorful brocade robes and with swords at their waists, gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing.

The women, dressed in gorgeous long gowns and adorned with jewels, gracefully moved through the crowd, waving round fans.

Occasionally, someone wearing a Soul Master's robe would walk by, their Soul Ring badges gleaming in the sunlight, drawing envious glances from those around them.

"So many people."

Ning Rongrong walked over from the side, took Wang Teng's arm, looked around, and said, "It's much more lively than the last qualifying round."

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind Ning Rongrong without saying a word, but her eyes were also scanning the crowd.

She was wearing a light purple dress, her hair was pulled up high, revealing her slender neck, making her look completely different from her usual outfit.

Wang Teng glanced at Zhu Zhuqing a couple more times. Zhu Zhuqing noticed Wang Teng's gaze, turned her face slightly to the side, and her ears turned a little red.

Ning Fengzhi stood not far away, exchanging pleasantries with several nobles.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is, after all, one of the three upper sects. Among the people present, apart from members of the royal family, no one's status is higher than Ning Fengzhi's.

The nobles all smiled and spoke to Ning Fengzhi respectfully, their tone tinged with flattery.

Those who lack the necessary status can only stand on the periphery and watch from afar, without even the right to approach and speak to them.

Sword Douluo stood behind Ning Fengzhi, expressionless, like a gatekeeper.

With him around, no one dared to disrespect Ning Fengzhi.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

A loud announcement came from the camp entrance.

All eyes turned in that direction at the same time.

Xue Qinghe has arrived.

He wore a white brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a golden crown. He rode a tall white horse and slowly entered the camp.

Behind Xue Qinghe were two people.

It is the Third Prince Xue Beng and Prince Xue Xing.

Avalanche, dressed in a bright red brocade robe, rode a black steed, his head held high with arrogance, his eyes sweeping over the crowd with an innate sense of superiority.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he were smiling, or perhaps mocking something.

Seeing the nobles bowing and paying their respects, Xue Beng's smugness deepened.

Prince Snowstar, on the other hand, was much more composed.

He wore a dark blue robe, had gray hair, and a dignified face. He rode an old brown horse, following Xue Qinghe at a leisurely pace.

Prince Xuexing's gaze was calm yet sharp as he swept across the crowd, as if scrutinizing something.

Upon seeing the arrival of the royal family, everyone quickly made way and stood in their respective positions.

The noise in the camp gradually subsided, and everyone quieted down, their eyes fixed on Xue Qinghe.

Xue Qinghe reined in his horse, dismounted, and walked to the high platform in the center of the camp.

His gaze swept over everyone present, a smile on his face, his voice gentle and clear as he said, "Father is unwell, so I will preside over this hunt."

"Please don't be shy, everyone. Just enjoy yourselves."

A chorus of agreement arose from the crowd.

Some praised His Highness the Crown Prince for his wisdom and martial prowess, others praised him for his compassion for his subjects, and still others took the opportunity to express their loyalty, saying that His Highness's presiding over the hunt was a great thing.

He was showered with compliments.

Xue Qinghe smiled and nodded, responding to each question.

Xue Beng stood behind Xue Qinghe, listening to the compliments, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

He pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "It's just presiding over a hunt, what's so great about that?"

“If Father Emperor weren’t ill, how could it be his turn…”

The avalanche wasn't loud, but Prince Snowstar, who was standing nearby, heard it.

Cedar frowned slightly and gently tugged at Avalanche's sleeve, signaling him to shut up.

Avalanche reluctantly shut his mouth, but the disdain on his face remained.

Xue Qinghe seemed to have heard something, turned around, looked at Xue Beng, his smile faded slightly, and said, "Third brother, what did you say?"

"No... I didn't say anything."

Avalanche shrank back and hid behind Prince Snowstar.

"I'm in charge of the hunt, do you have a problem with that?"

Xue Qinghe's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"No, no, how could your humble brother dare to have any objections?"

Avalanche quickly waved his hand, his disdain replaced by a fawning smile.

"It is the will of the people that His Highness the Crown Prince presides over the hunt, and I am overjoyed."

Prince Xuexing stepped forward, blocking Xuebeng's path, and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, Xuebeng is still young and doesn't know any better. He has spoken without thinking. Please forgive him."

Xue Qinghe glanced at Xuesong, then at the avalanche hiding behind him, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more, and turned to continue walking forward.

The crowd followed Xue Qinghe deeper into the camp.

Deep within the camp was a military camp.

The Royal Knights were stationed here, their tents neatly arranged, and soldiers stood in formation on both sides, holding halberds and standing ramrod straight.