Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

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This time, when returning to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, Wang Teng did not trouble Bone Douluo.

It's not that he didn't want to, it's just that Bone Douluo simply couldn't spare the time.

After Xue Qinghe ascended the throne, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School sent a large number of people to help him stabilize the situation.

Some went to Tiandou City to assist with government affairs, some went to various places to deliver messages, and some went to the border to coordinate the garrison.

Bone Douluo's spatial soul skill was incredibly useful in this situation, allowing him to transport people and transmit intelligence with lightning speed, leaving no trace.

Ning Fengzhi treated Bone Douluo as a mobile force, sending him wherever he was needed, and he was never idle.

Therefore, Wang Teng did not speak.

He hired a carriage and, with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in tow, leisurely made his way towards Sunset Forest.

It took two days to travel, which wasn't too slow.

Upon reaching the edge of Sunset Forest, the three disembarked from the carriage and walked into the forest.

It was along this journey that their whereabouts were monitored by spies from the Spirit Hall.

Wang Teng had thought about this problem, but he couldn't find a solution.

With Bone Douluo absent, this is all they can do.

Fortunately, Wang Teng and his group were accompanied by protection personnel sent by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

However, while the protection of others kept them safe, it could not hide their tracks.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong along the way, and the three of them successfully passed through the poisonous miasma and returned to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye.

Everything in the valley remained the same.

The red and white spring water was still bubbling, the medicinal herbs were swaying gently in the breeze, and the air was filled with a rich medicinal fragrance.

Wang Teng took a deep breath and felt completely relaxed.

Life returned to normal.

Wang Teng cultivates himself in the pool every day.

He immersed his body in the confluence of red and white spring water, half of his body feeling the scorching heat of the hot spring, and the other half enduring the erosion of the cold spring.

The stimulation of both ice and fire caused Wang Teng's soul power to circulate several times faster than usual.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing dared not do what he did.

They sat by the pool, enveloped in the pink light of the fragrant Qiluo Fairy Products, which kept the poison out, but some of the power of ice and fire could still seep in.

That little bit of stimulation was just enough for the two of them to use for cultivation; any more and they wouldn't be able to handle it.

The three cultivated their skills separately, without disturbing each other.

On this day, Wang Teng was meditating in the pool when he suddenly heard a croaking frog coming from a wooden box not far away.

He opened his eyes and frowned.

The wooden box contained a pair of messenger frogs, which Wang Teng had specially brought from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

One male frog and one female frog were placed; one remained in the valley, and the other was given to the person outside who was responsible for receiving them.

When a frog outside croaks, the frogs inside will croak back, thus relaying the message.

On regular days, people outside would call out to Wang Teng to come out and collect supplies—food, water, and medicine for cultivation, all of which needed to be replenished regularly.

But today is not the day for delivering supplies.

Wang Teng emerged from the spring, his clothes soaking wet and steaming.

He picked up the wooden box, opened the lid, and the messenger frog inside croaked again, its voice urgent, as if urging him on.

Ning Rongrong was also awakened by the croaking of frogs. She opened her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The frogs are croaking."

Wang Teng closed the wooden box, his brow still furrowed, and asked in confusion, "But today isn't the day to deliver supplies."

"There might be some special circumstances."

Ning Rongrong guessed, "What do the people outside want to tell you?"

"Maybe."

Wang Teng thought about it and felt that something was not right.

He turned and walked to the edge of the pool, took out several stone bottles from his storage soul tool, bent down, and poured the spring water from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well into them, one bottle after another, until he had poured five or six bottles before stopping.

Ning Rongrong looked at his actions, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Why are you putting this on? Are you afraid of danger?"

"Being prepared is always better than being caught off guard."

Wang Teng put the stone bottle into his soul tool, clapped his hands, and said, "You all stay in the valley and don't move. I'm going out to take a look."

Be careful.

Zhu Zhuqing also woke up and looked at Wang Teng with concern in her eyes.

"rest assured."

"Soul Bone Skill: Flight".

Wang Teng leaped away from the valley and flew into the poisonous miasma.

Dark purple mist swirled around him, but couldn't get close to Wang Teng.

He moved swiftly through the poisonous miasma.

A moment later, Wang Teng passed through the poisonous miasma and arrived at a clearing in the forest on the outskirts.

There should have been someone waiting for him here, either a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School delivering supplies or a disciple delivering a message.

But now the open space is deserted, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Wang Teng stopped and scanned his surroundings warily.

Not right.

He was about to turn around and retreat back into the poisonous miasma.

Suddenly, darkness descended from the sky, enveloping the area within a hundred meters around him.

The darkness came too quickly, so quickly that Wang Teng had no time to react.

It wasn't ordinary darkness, but a thick, almost tangible shadow, as if someone had completely blackened the space with ink.

Light, sound, and breath—everything was shut out.

Wang Teng was startled and subconsciously activated his Soul Bone Skill.

"Teleportation!"

Wang Teng's figure flashed in place for a moment, then remained still.

He's still in the same spot.

"Haha."

A deep laugh came from the darkness, tinged with smugness, saying, "I'm on guard against your spatial soul skill."

"How are things? Can't get out, huh?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng's heart sank.

In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged.

He was a tall man dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a cold and stern face and eyes as sharp as a cheetah's.

He stood with his hands behind his back, ten steps away from Wang Teng, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Looking at that face, Wang Teng's mind raced as he recalled the "List of Masters of the Mainland" that Ning Fengzhi had given him.

"Ghost Leopard Douluo".

Wang Teng blurted it out.

The man opposite him paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Oh? You know me?"

His tone carried a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

As an elder of the Spirit Hall, he had not traveled on the continent for many years.

Normally, the Spirit Hall's members who show their faces in public are mostly Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. Although Ghost Leopard Douluo's name is well-known, very few people have actually seen his face.

Ghost Leopard Douluo never expected that a fifteen-year-old boy could recognize him at a glance.

"Ghost Leopard Douluo, Elder of the Spirit Hall, Level 95 Super Douluo."

Wang Teng's voice was calm, but his hands behind his back were clenched tightly.

"Uncle Ning specifically told me the names and appearances of some experts on the mainland, including Your Majesty's information."

"Ning Fengzhi?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo nodded and said, "I see."

"The sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is quite thoughtful."

Wang Teng didn't reply, his eyes fixed on the other person, his mind racing as he considered how to escape.

He was no match for a level 95 Title Douluo in a head-on confrontation.

Teleportation was blocked, and the poisonous miasma was right behind him, but Wang Teng wasn't sure if he could retreat inside before being caught.

"What does Your Majesty mean by this?"

Wang Teng tentatively asked, "The Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School have always kept to themselves. As an elder of the Hall of Elders, why did Your Majesty attack a junior?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo did not answer.

He just smiled, a smile that carried a hint of cruelty and indifference.

"What do you mean?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ghost Leopard Douluo made his move.

Fifth Soul Skill: Shadow Step!