Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The girl had long black hair, a delicate and alluring face, and a pair of narrow eyes full of coldness and mockery.

She held a short sword in her hand, the blade still dripping with blood.

The girl walked up to the fallen man, looked down at him, then raised her short sword and cleanly plunged it into his throat.

The man twitched twice, then stopped moving.

The girl sheathed her short sword, wiped the blood off the blade onto the corpse's clothes, and then looked up, her eyes meeting Tang San's.

Tang San recognized the girl's identity.

Although her attire was different from that of the Soul Master Competition, her face, her eyes, and the cold beauty and danger emanating from her very bones were unmistakable.

Hu Liena.

The golden generation of the Spirit Hall, and the personal disciple of Pope Bibi Dong.

Hu Liena also saw Tang San.

She was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting to run into someone she knew here.

But soon, a meaningful smile appeared on Hu Liena's lips, and her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were sizing up prey that had come to her door.

Hu Liena then turned and walked into the city without saying a word.

Tang San also entered the City of Slaughter.

Clearly, neither of them intended to fight here; after all, this was a killing capital.

They came to the Killing Capital for the sake of the killing domain, not for pointless fighting.

Chapter 426 Three Parties Gather in the City of Slaughter

When the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's spies sent back the message, Ning Fengzhi was in his study looking through account books.

He took the secret report, glanced at it, and a smile appeared on his face. He then casually handed the note to Wang Teng, who was standing next to him.

"It's done."

Ning Fengzhi said it casually: "The experts from Haotian Sect and Spirit Hall have already set off for the City of Slaughter."

Wang Teng took the note and read it once, his eyes lighting up slightly.

He knew what this message meant.

The two top powers were led by the nose by their trick of diverting disaster, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can breathe a sigh of relief for now.

However, Wang Teng's curiosity was piqued, and he looked up at Ning Fengzhi, asking, "Uncle Ning, I've always wanted to ask you, how exactly did you do that?"

"The fact that the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect both believed that message means our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's spies have become so capable of infiltrating the upper echelons of these two major sects?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled, put down the account book in his hand, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said slowly, "There are no spies."

"Even if they did, the spies of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wouldn't be able to reach the real high-level figures of those two families."

“Those core figures of that level cannot be bribed with gold soul coins, nor can they be approached by years of infiltration.”

Wang Teng was taken aback, then became even more puzzled, and continued to ask, "Then how did you manage to get the message in?"

Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup, placed his hands folded on the table, looked at Wang Teng with a hint of composure from someone who had been through it all, and explained, "You've heard the saying 'money makes the world go round,' right?"

Wang Teng nodded.

"Two pieces of ancient soul bone."

Ning Fengzhi extended two fingers and tapped them lightly on the table, saying, "One was given to someone in the Spirit Hall who has access to core information, and the other was given to someone in the same position in the Clear Sky Sect."

"I only had them do one thing: pass a false message as true to each other's spies."

Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and said, "So, these two people were originally people from the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect, not spies?"

"Yes."

Ning Fengzhi smiled, a smile that carried a hint of shrewdness typical of businessmen.

"They work for their own sect and mislead spies from other forces. Who would suspect that?"

"I simply delivered the right message to them at the right time, and also sent a generous gift as a token of my gratitude."

"They discovered the information 'they themselves,' and the credit belongs to 'they themselves.' From beginning to end, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has not contributed a single copper coin."

After listening, Wang Teng remained silent for a long while, then sighed deeply and said sincerely, "Uncle Ning, I am truly impressed by you."

"To send out two pieces of ten-thousand-year-old soul bone just to convey two messages... This is something that ordinary people really can't do."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about what he had for lunch.

"I'm reluctant to let the child catch the wolf."

"Trading two soul bones for two major sects fighting each other is a good deal."

Wang Teng shook his head, unsure whether it was out of admiration or a sigh, and didn't ask any more questions.

Since the excitement has already begun, it would feel like a waste not to take a look.

Wang Teng, Ning Fengzhi, and Sword Douluo discussed it and decided to have Bone Douluo take them on the trip.

Bone Douluo's spatial soul skill is elusive; as long as one doesn't get too close, even a peerless Douluo of Qian Daoliu's level would find it difficult to detect their presence.

This trip isn't about taking action, but rather about observing the spectacle from afar and gathering firsthand intelligence.

Bone Douluo didn't say much and directly used his eighth soul skill: Spatial Dragon.

With the activation of their spatial soul skills, the four figures distorted a few times like reflections in water before completely disappearing from the main hall.

There's not much to say about the journey itself; Bone Douluo's spatial traversal was many times faster than flying.

In less than half a day, the four of them arrived at the outskirts of the Killing City and hid far away behind a group of houses.

Bone Douluo erected a spatial barrier, completely isolating the four people's auras in another dimension, and then quietly waited for the show to begin.

Not long after, two figures appeared in the distant sky.

The leader was dressed in a white robe, with a refined and composed demeanor. He seemed ordinary, but the aura he exuded unintentionally sent chills down Wang Teng's spine, who was hiding in the spatial crevice.

Behind him followed a burly old man with white hair and beard, but whose eyes shone brightly and exuded the majesty of someone who had long held a high position.

"Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo."

Sword Douluo said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Level 99 and Level 98, if these two were together, you could count the number of people on the continent who could stop them on one hand."

Wang Teng didn't speak, but held his breath and stared intently at the two figures.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo hovered above the City of Slaughter, looking down at the underground city hidden beneath the tavern.

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept around, as if he was waiting for someone.

He didn't have to wait long before several figures appeared on the horizon in another direction.

Leading the group was a massive phantom of the Haotian Hammer. Beneath the phantom stood a burly middle-aged man, none other than Tang Xiao, the current sect leader of the Haotian Sect.

Behind him followed two old men, their auras as deep as an abyss, each a master at the Title Douluo level.

The two elders of the Haotian Sect would be considered treasures by any force on the continent.

The three flew in from another direction and came face to face with Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The air suddenly thickened with tension. Neither side spoke, they simply stared at each other coldly from hundreds of meters apart, neither daring to utter a word.

Just then, another figure suddenly rushed out of the tavern on the ground.

He was a middle-aged man covered in dust and stubble, wearing a gray-black short shirt, exuding a rugged and fierce aura.

It was Tang Hao

It turns out that after Tang Hao sent Tang San into the City of Slaughter, he drank in the tavern and hadn't left yet.

While drinking, Tang Hao sensed several terrifying auras outside the tavern. He quickly came out and looked up sharply.

Upon seeing this, his body froze.

"Big brother?"

Tang Hao's voice was clearly surprised as he asked, "Elder, Second Elder? What brings you here?"

Before Tang Xiao could answer, Qian Daoliu had already moved.

He didn't say a word, nor did he even glance at Tang Hao. He simply raised his hand and waved it, and a dazzling light rose from his palm.

Fifth Soul Skill: Heavenly Law

Qian Daoliu's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like it was falling from the heavens, causing the air within a radius of several miles to buzz.

A huge golden magic circle appeared out of thin air above everyone's heads.

The magic circle slowly rotated, and countless beams of blazing white light poured down from it, each beam carrying an intensely hot power of light, covering the entire sky.

This is no ordinary area-of-effect attack. The Heavenly Law of the Thousand Paths means that once a target is locked, the beam of light will track it, and there is absolutely no possibility of dodging.

There's only one way to survive: tough it out.

Moreover, these beams of light have a double effect on Soul Masters with evil attributes. Although Tang Xiao and Tang Hao are not evil Soul Masters, the domineering nature of the Clear Sky Hammer and the power of light are inherently incompatible, so this move is equally difficult for them.

Tang Xiao's expression changed slightly, but as a level 96 Title Douluo, he reacted very quickly.

He flipped his hands, and the Haotian Hammer appeared in his grasp. A thick, earthy-yellow light exploded from the hammer, enveloping him, Tang Hao, and the two elders.

Fifth Soul Skill: Thousand-Pound Barrier!

The earthen-yellow light transformed into an indestructible barrier, standing in front of everyone.

Tang Hao was not idle either. He slammed the Haotian Hammer in his hand into the ground, and a black hammer shadow soared into the sky, echoing Tang Xiao's Thousand-Pound Barrier.

Fifth Soul Skill: Heavy Hammer!

The two Haotian Hammers, two forces of the same origin, merged perfectly together at this moment.

Black lines appeared on the earthen-yellow barrier, making its defensive power more than twice as strong as when used alone.

When those beams of light struck the barrier, they produced a series of dull, deafening thuds, as if someone were hammering the earth with a massive sledgehammer.

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao's figures sank slightly, but they managed to withstand the attack.

Meanwhile, on the other side, two elders of the Haotian Sect faced off against Golden Crocodile Douluo. Neither side made a move, but simply stared coldly at the other.