Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The roar of the Fiery Tyrannosaurus, the sound of Yan's heavy punch cutting through the air, and the hum of the Evil Moon Scimitar intertwined and echoed through the valley.

Wang Teng stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and felt the level 57 soul power surging within his body like a tide. The smile on his lips deepened.

"Level 57 versus Level 60, Level 61..."

Wang Teng muttered to himself, his eyes showing no fear but rather a hint of eager excitement, and said, "Interesting."

"Let me see just how capable the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation really is."

Chapter 420 Sword Bone Attacks the Demon Bear

Bone Douluo, accompanied by Sword Douluo, used their spatial soul skills as cover to slowly make their way towards the opposite mountain peak.

They moved slowly, each step landing precisely in the gaps of space, making no sound and revealing no trace of their presence.

It felt like two ghosts wandering in another dimension, so close yet so unnoticed.

Demon Bear Douluo sat cross-legged behind the largest rock on the mountaintop.

He was as tall and imposing as a small mountain, and even when he was sitting, he was half a head taller than an average person standing.

The Demon Bear Douluo closed his eyes, his breathing was long and steady, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura like that of a wild beast.

This is the oppressive feeling unique to a level 95 Title Douluo; even in his slumber, it is enough to make any living being within a hundred paces feel uneasy.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo gradually closed the distance between them, with Gu Rong controlling the fluctuations of their spatial soul skills to an extreme degree.

They were getting within ten meters, which was practically within the kill zone.

But at that very last moment, Demon Bear Douluo suddenly opened his eyes.

In that instant, the soul power around him exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

It turned out that Demon Bear Douluo had sensed unease.

Immediately afterward, without hesitation or trying to discern the source of the unease, the Demon Bear Douluo reacted with his body before his brain.

His massive body sprang up from behind the rock, and as his feet landed, his entire body was covered in a layer of dark red soul power, and his eyes turned blood red as he warily scanned his surroundings.

"No... there's something there."

Demon Bear Douluo muttered to himself, his voice deep and muffled, as if squeezed from his chest.

His perception was indeed sharp; a level 95 Title Douluo was no pushover after all, and at the last moment he still managed to catch that faint abnormality.

Unfortunately, Demon Bear Douluo sensed it too late.

The moment he stood up, less than ten meters away from him, the air suddenly rippled like the surface of water.

Two figures stepped out from the ripples and landed steadily on the rocks at the top of the mountain.

It was Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo.

Now that it has been discovered, there is no point in hiding it any longer.

So, Bone Douluo simply revealed himself openly, looking calmly at the Demon Bear Douluo opposite him, as if he wasn't there to kill anyone, but rather to drop by.

Demon Bear Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized the newcomers, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly. He practically roared through gritted teeth, "Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo...it's you?"

"What exactly does your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School want?"

The demonic bear's roar was so loud that it caused rocks to fall from the mountaintop.

This was both an instinctive reaction of shock and anger, and a sliver of hope that he would use the shout to attract the attention of the patrol team at the bottom of the valley or in the distance.

Unfortunately, his plan, though brilliant, was destined to fail.

Because, as soon as Bone Douluo appeared, he had already quietly sealed off the surrounding space without making a sound.

The Demon Bear Douluo's voice couldn't get out at all, and even his aura couldn't be released.

At this point, the mountaintop had become a cage isolated from the outside world.

At the same time, Sword Douluo completely ignored Demon Bear Douluo's question.

He was never one to waste words, and since he had already decided to take action, there was no need to say another word.

Chen Xin let out a low shout, the sound not loud, but like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Seven Killing True Body!"

Before he finished speaking, Sword Douluo's martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, was suddenly drawn.

The sword hummed, and a soaring sword aura burst forth from it.

Chen Xin's entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment.

If he was a sharp sword that had been sheathed before, then at this moment, he is the sword itself.

Countless fine sword beams shot out from Chen Xin's body, weaving into a huge sword shadow in the air.

The sword shadow grew longer as it faced the wind, and in an instant it transformed into a giant sword phantom more than ten meters long, hovering in mid-air, exuding a suffocating killing intent.

This is the Seven Killings True Form, a killing weapon condensed by Sword Douluo using his own martial soul as its foundation. Once unleashed, it means a fight to the death.

Upon seeing Sword Douluo's reaction, Demon Bear Douluo's expression completely changed.

He knew all too well how terrifying Sword Douluo was. A level 97 offensive Title Douluo, there were only a handful of people on the entire continent who could withstand a single sword strike from him.

In Demon Bear Douluo's mind, Chen Xin was level 97, but Chen Xin was actually level 98, though Demon Bear Douluo hadn't realized it yet.

Demon Bear Douluo dared not be negligent in the slightest. His soul power surged out like a flood bursting its banks, and at the same time, he let out a deafening roar to the sky.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Blood Demon Berserker Bear True Form!"

With that roar, the Demon Bear Douluo's body began to expand wildly.

His bones cracked and popped, his muscles swelled up as if inflated, and a layer of dark red fur appeared on his skin. In just two breaths, he transformed into a ten-meter-tall blood-red giant bear.

The giant bear's eyes were like two burning will-o'-the-wisps, its fangs were exposed, and its whole body exuded a strong bloody stench.

This is no ordinary power boost; in the true form of the Blood Demon Bear, all of the Blood Demon Bear Douluo's soul skills will be doubled.

Moreover, his berserk state will become permanent and controllable, truly turning him into a killing machine on the battlefield.

However, just as the Demon Bear Douluo's martial soul true form was taking shape, the Sword Douluo's second sword strike arrived.

Eighth Soul Skill: Moving Mountains and Filling Seas!

Chen Xin made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the huge phantom of the Seven Kill Sword fell into his palm.

He compressed, condensed, and concentrated all his soul power and overwhelming killing intent into a single point at the tip of his sword.

The light emanating from that point was so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

This sword strike had no fancy variations, no superfluous movements, only one word—kill.

The sword is drawn.

The moment the sword was thrust out, it was as if the air on the mountaintop had been sucked out, and all sound disappeared in that instant.

Only one unparalleled sword light, like the first lightning bolt at the beginning of creation, rushed straight towards Demon Bear Douluo.

Demon Bear Douluo felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end.

He didn't have time to think or fight back, and instinctively used his strongest defensive soul skill.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Bear Force!"

The crimson giant bear roared to the sky, compressing its raging soul power to its limit in a way that was almost self-destructive, and then bursting out from every pore of its body in an instant.

A circular ring of crimson aura exploded outwards from the body of the Demon Bear Douluo.

The aura ring was like an impenetrable blood shield, or an indestructible shockwave, possessing both defensive and counter-attack capabilities.

The outer layer of protective energy can deflect all attacks, while the inner layer of shockwaves can shatter the opponent's internal organs.

This is the Demon Bear Douluo's most prized life-saving technique, which is all-around and has no blind spots. It has saved his life more than once.

In an instant, the sword light and the qi clashed.

In that instant, it felt as if the entire mountaintop was gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand and then crushed violently.

With a deafening roar, the earth shook violently, and countless boulders were blasted into the air, only to be torn to dust by the subsequent shockwave.

That not-so-short mountain was halved off in the clash between the two titled Douluo.

The gravel and dust rose dozens of feet high, obscuring the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had arrived.

However, just as these two terrifying forces collided head-on, Bone Douluo made a move.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Spatial Dragon"

Gu Rong slowly drew an arc with both hands in front of her.

Unseen spatial forces surged from his body, like transparent dragons, weaving and roaming around the mountaintop.

These spatial forces intertwined and entangled, eventually weaving a vast spatial net that completely enveloped the entire mountaintop area.

This is not a soul skill used for attack, but for sealing.

Seal off the space, seal off the air, seal off the sound, seal off the explosion.

Everything that happens within this spatial network is invisible, inaudible, and imperceptible to the outside world.

With Bone Douluo's spatial sealing, the aftershocks of the battle between Sword Douluo and Demon Bear Douluo will not spread outside.

The idea that Demon Bear Douluo wanted to ask for help was completely shattered the moment Bone Douluo made his move.

As Bone Douluo unleashed his spatial soul skill to its fullest extent, the figures of the three people on the mountaintop suddenly became blurred, as if they were covered by a flowing water curtain, and then even that water curtain disappeared.

The mountaintop was empty, with only blasted rocks and lingering smoke and dust remaining.

Bone Douluo's movements were too fast; everything was completed in the blink of an eye.

From a distance, it appears as if nothing has ever happened on this hilltop.

There was no explosion, no loud noise, and no aura of a titled Douluo.