Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The spinning top transformed into a silver-white lightning bolt, shuttling back and forth around the evil moon at an incredible speed.

With each movement, a flash of silver light appeared, and Xie Yue would have a deep, bone-revealing wound.

Xie Yue tried his best to swing the moon blade to defend, but his soul power was exhausted and his body was seriously injured, so he could not withstand the combined attack of the three spinning tops.

The silvery-white light grew weaker and weaker, and his movements became slower and slower.

Finally, after the last flash of silver light, Xie Yue's body froze.

He looked down at his chest, where there was a wound that ran across his entire torso, deep enough to expose his internal organs.

Xie Yue opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

The next second, his body shattered into countless fragments scattered on the ground.

As Xie Yue fell, a purple ray flew towards Yan.

Ultimate move: Spinning Poison Sting!

In an instant, Yan was unable to dodge, and his chest was pierced by the arrow, which immediately slowed his movements.

Yan looked down and saw black blood seeping from the hole in his chest, indicating that the poison in his body had worsened.

Soon, Yan reached the end.

The poison had fully taken effect; his skin was covered with purplish-black spots, and black blood was constantly oozing from his mouth and nose.

Yan knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him, his whole body trembling violently. The light of the Flame Lord Martial Soul grew dimmer and dimmer until it was completely extinguished.

"I can not be reconciled……"

With his last ounce of strength, Yan uttered those three words before collapsing to the ground, where he stopped breathing.

The valley fell silent.

The fiery tyrannosaurus had long since disappeared, leaving only the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the rocks.

Wang Teng stood on the ridge, looking down at the two corpses in the valley. His expression was neither joyful nor somber, but rather a faint calm.

Wang Teng waved his hand, and the seven spinning tops flew back to his side, turning into beams of light that entered his body.

The spirit ring was also retracted, and the light beneath their feet gradually dissipated.

With a leap, he landed lightly at the bottom of the valley and walked to the side of Xie Yue and Yan's corpses.

Wang Teng squatted down and carefully examined the two men's bodies.

The main thing to look at is whether there is a soul bone.

The Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall should have had a chance to obtain spirit bones, especially Xie Yue, who, as the elder brother of Pope Bibi Dong's disciple, should have plenty of good things on him.

I searched high and low, but found nothing.

There is no soul bone, not even a trace of one.

Wang Teng stood up, shook his head, muttered to himself, and said, "Well, it seems Bibi Dong doesn't value the two of you much either."

"They lost the last Soul Master Competition and didn't even give us any Soul Bones. That's pretty stingy."

Wang Teng sighed and reached out to unfasten the storage soul tools from the waists of the two men.

Those were two exquisitely crafted belts, inlaid with gemstones and metal ornaments; they were clearly not ordinary items.

He emptied everything from his belt.

There were quite a few Gold Soul Coins, a whole pile of them.

There were also some bottles and jars of medicine, a few spare weapons, a few maps, and some miscellaneous items.

Wang Teng carefully selected and stored the gold soul coins and useful items into his storage soul tool, while casually tossing aside the useless junk.

After finishing his work, he dusted off his hands, stood up, and let out a long breath.

Just then, two figures appeared silently in front of Wang Teng.

It was Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Their clothes were covered in dust, but they were breathing steadily and had no wounds.

Wang Teng could tell at a glance that the battle over there must have ended smoothly.

"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone."

Wang Teng greeted him with a smile and asked, "How's it going over there?"

Sword Douluo glanced at Wang Teng indifferently, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather, and said, "What else can we do? If the two of us make a move, Demon Bear Douluo will be dead."

Chen Xin spoke casually, as if he had killed not a level 95 Title Douluo, but an ordinary chicken.

But Wang Teng knew that it wouldn't be difficult for Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to team up against a level 95 Demon Bear Douluo.

Especially with Sword Douluo's terrifying combat power of level 98, under a direct attack, Demon Bear Douluo would be lucky to withstand ten moves.

Then, the three of them looked around.

The valley was filled with traces of battle.

The rocks were charred black by flames, the ground was corroded beyond recognition by poisonous fog, the mountain walls were shattered by wind blades, and there were fragments of Xie Yue and Yan scattered on the ground.

If these things aren't dealt with, the people from the Spirit Hall will be able to spot the problem at a glance when they arrive.

Without saying much, the three of them tacitly split up and began to act.

Sword Douluo swung his sword, unleashing several sword energies that completely erased the overly conspicuous traces of the battle.

Bone Douluo then used his spatial power to gather the shattered rocks back together, restoring the original landscape as much as possible.

Wang Teng was responsible for cleaning up the remains of Xie Yue and Yan, collecting all the fragments and burning them to ashes with flames.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the valley returned to its original appearance.

Although some anomalies can still be seen upon closer inspection, at least they don't immediately suggest a battle between Soul Masters.

"Walk."

With a low shout, Bone Douluo grabbed Wang Teng and Sword Douluo, one in each arm.

The spatial soul skill was activated again, and the three figures distorted like reflections in water before disappearing completely into the air.

Death Canyon has returned to silence, with only the wind still howling through the cracks and ravines.

Chapter 422 Shifting the Blame East

The fluctuations of the spatial soul skill slowly dissipated in the hall.

Three figures appeared out of thin air in the very center of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's council hall.

As soon as Wang Teng, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo stood still, Ning Fengzhi, who had been pacing back and forth in the main hall, quickly came to greet them.

His gaze swept quickly across the three men's faces. Seeing that they were neatly dressed and breathing steadily, not like they had been through a fierce battle, he was initially relieved, but then a strong sense of curiosity and trepidation replaced his initial relief.

"How about it?"

Ning Fengzhi's voice carried a hint of urgency as he pressed, "Is everything going smoothly?"

Bone Douluo rarely showed a smile, and nodded slightly, saying, "This matter went very smoothly."

"Moreover, there was an unexpected bonus this time."

"We ran into the Spirit Hall's Demon Bear Douluo nearby, and we took care of him easily."

"The life of a Title Douluo, I think, can be considered a generous gift to the Spirit Hall."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened slightly.

Ning Fengzhi originally intended to assassinate some of the Spirit Hall's geniuses by sending three people to launch a sneak attack.

However, he never expected that the Sword and Bone Douluo would be so powerful, directly eliminating one of the opponent's Title Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi understood better than anyone what a Title Douluo meant.

That is the most elite fighting force on the continent, a treasure that every force must devote its utmost effort to cultivate.

The Spirit Hall has lost one Title Douluo, and with the previous loss of Ghost Leopard Douluo, that makes two.

Before Ning Fengzhi could recover from the shock, Wang Teng continued Bone Douluo's words, casually adding, "Xie Yue and Yan are also dead. I killed them."

"The Spirit Hall's golden generation has lost two pillars."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly turned to look at Wang Teng, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Xie Yue and Yan are the flagship figures that the Spirit Hall has been painstakingly cultivating over the years.

She is Bibi Dong's prized disciple, specially cultivated since Bibi Dong became Pope, and is recognized by the entire continent as a genius with the potential to become a Title Douluo.

These two people actually died at Wang Teng's hands?

"you alone?"

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, alone."

Wang Teng nodded, his tone as calm as if he were simply asking what he had for lunch.

"It's a bit troublesome for the two of them to coordinate, but it's much easier to fight once they start playing aggressively."

"Yan died from poisoning, and Xie Yue was shattered by the spinning top. Neither of them exerted much effort."

Ning Fengzhi gave Wang Teng a deep look, remained silent for two or three seconds, then slammed his hand on the table and blurted out, "Okay!"

This single word, "good," though not loud, carried a long-suppressed sense of exhilaration.

During this period, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been under immense pressure from the Spirit Hall. Their trade routes have been cut off, their strongholds have been destroyed, and their disciples have to be extremely careful when traveling outside, for fear of getting into trouble.

Ning Fengzhi was seething with anger, but he had to endure it again and again for the sake of the sect's overall interests.

Now things are really messed up; Demon Bear Douluo is dead, and two members of the Golden Generation have also died.

The Spirit Hall has really taken a heavy blow this time. Even if they don't say it, they must be feeling the pain in their hearts.

However, as exhilarating as he felt, Ning Fengzhi was ultimately the leader of a sect, and reason quickly prevailed over emotion.

The smile on his face gradually faded, his brows furrowed again, and he tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table twice. He said in a deep voice, "However... this matter may not be so easy to get over."

"An extra Title Douluo died. If the Spirit Hall finds out that we were the ones who did it, the consequences will be unimaginable."