Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"First Soul Skill: Netherworld Thrust!"

Zhu Zhuqing's speed reached its peak at this moment.

Her body transformed into a black shadow, rushing towards the falling ghost tiger from the side. In the instant the two crossed paths, Zhu Zhuqing's right claw pierced deeply into the ghost tiger's side abdomen.

Blood splattered, and Ghost Tiger let out a painful roar as he lost his balance in mid-air.

Zhu Zhuqing did not land.

She pushed off Ghost Tiger's side, using the momentum to flip herself over, and landed directly above Ghost Tiger.

Then, a bright, icy blue light shone from Zhu Zhuqing's right hand.

That was the complete eruption of the chilling energy from the ice bear's right arm bone at that moment.

"Soul Bone Skill: Frost Claw!"

Five icy blue arcs of light flew from her fingertips and slashed fiercely at Ghost Tiger's back.

The chill penetrated to the bone. Ghost Tiger's spine was severely injured by the attack, and frost spread rapidly from the wound, freezing the surrounding flesh into dark red ice shards.

Ghost Tiger's screams echoed through the mountains and forests. Its body convulsed violently, but its limbs were no longer under its control.

Ghost Tiger fell from mid-air and crashed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

The black mist dissipated, revealing its battered body.

Ghost Tiger's side was bleeding, his back was frostbitten, and the light in his eerie green eyes was fading.

Zhu Zhuqing landed beside the ghost tiger, not giving it a chance to struggle.

"Third Soul Skill: Netherworld Slash!"

A black slash flew from her claws and struck the ghost tiger's throat.

With a muffled thud, the throat was severed, and blood gushed out, staining the soil beneath their feet.

Ghost Tiger's body twitched a few times, then stopped moving.

The light in its eerie green eyes, like an extinguished candle flame, slowly dimmed and eventually disappeared.

A jet-black soul ring slowly rose from Ghost Tiger's corpse.

A 15000-year-old black spirit ring, imbued with the aura of darkness, spun in the dim forest light.

Zhu Zhuqing retracted her claws, squatted down beside Ghost Tiger, reached out and touched the still warm corpse, a complex emotion that was hard to detect flashed in her eyes.

Then she looked up and nodded at Wang Teng.

Thanks.

Zhu Zhuqing said.

Wang Teng waved his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her to wipe her hands, then turned around and glanced around.

He unleashed his full mental power, spreading outwards from the clearing in the woods.

There were several strong fluctuations of soul power in the distance, but it was probably other soul beasts deep in the mountains who were disturbed by the commotion and were approaching this way.

Wang Teng frowned and said to Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong, you and Zhu Qing absorb the soul rings here, and I'll keep watch around."

"With me here, nothing will dare to come near."

Ning Rongrong nodded and walked to Zhu Zhuqing's side.

Zhu Zhuqing sat cross-legged next to the corpse of the Ghost Tiger and guided the soul ring to herself.

A black spirit ring, 15000 years old, slowly descended and enveloped her body.

Her body trembled slightly, and her brows furrowed.

Ghost Tiger's soul ring energy carried a strong shadow attribute. That energy was like countless fine needles, pouring into her head and spreading through her meridians to her limbs and bones.

As the energy entered her body, Zhu Zhuqing immediately calmed her mind.

She urged the soul power within her body to circulate in circles, slowly guiding and taming that violent energy.

Ning Rongrong stood behind Zhu Zhuqing, and a soft light shone from the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, falling on her.

That's an enhancement that helps with the circulation of soul power, allowing Zhu Zhuqing to absorb soul rings more smoothly.

Time passed little by little.

The forest fell silent, save for the occasional bird calls and the rustling of the wind through the treetops in the distance.

Wang Teng stood on a large tree on the outskirts of the open space, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding dense forest. His mental energy acted like an invisible net, firmly locking onto every trace of soul energy fluctuation around him.

After approaching for a while, the several auras in the distance seemed to sense something and hesitated before retreating.

Wang Teng's spiritual power carried a sharp sense of oppression, a product of the mixture of ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing marrow and the aura of an evil god, which had a natural deterrent effect on low-level soul beasts.

An hour later, the black soul ring on Zhu Zhuqing's body finally stabilized and slowly disappeared into her body.

She opened her eyes, exhaled a long breath, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

Ning Rongrong quickly asked, "How is it?"

Zhu Zhuqing stood up, stretched her body, and felt the new soul power within her.

Her aura was much stronger than before, and a faint, eerie light flickered in her cat-like eyes.

"Level 52".

Zhu Zhuqing's tone was calm, but the slight upturn at the corners of her mouth betrayed her inner satisfaction.

Wang Teng jumped down from the tree, walked up to her, looked her up and down, and said, "Not bad, you skipped two levels."

What is the fifth soul skill?

Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes and sensed it for a moment. When she opened her eyes, the smile on her face was even more pronounced.

She raised her right hand, and a ball of dark shadow energy condensed at her fingertips. The energy pulsed in her palm like a living black flame.

“The shadows of the underworld are connected.”

Zhu Zhuqing said softly, "The ability to completely blend one's figure and aura into the shadow, the duration of which is directly proportional to the soul power consumed."

"When used in conjunction with the fourth soul skill, it is even more effective in the dark or in dense forests."

Wang Teng nodded, secretly praising him.

This soul skill is practically a god-tier skill for agility-based soul masters, enabling them to conceal themselves, assassinate, and escape—it's all possible.

Combined with Zhu Zhuqing's existing Netherworld Shadow Clone and Frost Claw, her combat power will experience a qualitative leap.

Ning Rongrong was even more excited than if she had gotten a spirit ring herself. She held Zhu Zhuqing's hand and looked her over from left to right, chattering away with questions.

Zhu Zhuqing patiently answered each question. Although her expression was calm, anyone could tell that she was in a good mood.

As the sun sets, golden rays filter through the leaves, casting streaks of light and shadow on the forest clearing.

The ghost tiger's corpse was already cold, its black fur gleaming with a dark red sheen in the setting sun.

Wang Teng squatted down and carefully examined the corpse. There was no soul bone. Although it was a bit of a pity, it wasn't too much of a regret for Zhu Zhuqing, who had already obtained a satisfactory soul ring.

He buried Ghost Tiger's corpse on the spot to prevent the smell of blood from attracting more soul beasts.

Then he stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and looked at the two girls.

"Let's go find a place to camp."

"Get a good rest tonight, and we'll discuss the rest of the itinerary tomorrow."

The three walked back along the valley, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.

Ning Rongrong walked in the middle, humming a song, her steps light and quick.

Zhu Zhuqing walked at the very back, glancing down at her right hand every now and then, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips.

Wang Teng walked at the front, holding a map in his hand, already pondering where to go next.

The twilight over the Mad Axe Mountains is beautiful; the clouds on the horizon are burned to a golden-red by the setting sun, like a brocade spread out.

A mountain breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of pine resin and the scent of earth, causing the three people's hair to flutter slightly.

Chapter 449 The Holy Dragon Descends, Eagle Flock Surrounds and Annihilates

The Wild Axe Mountains were quiet at night.

The chirping of insects and birds had ceased, leaving only the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the occasional low howl of a soul beast in the distance.

Wang Teng and his two companions set up camp in a sheltered mountain hollow.

The campfire wasn't very big; its orange-red light just illuminated a small area.

Just as Wang Teng was about to enter a deeper level of meditation, a commotion suddenly came from the distant mountains and forests.

The sound was initially faint, like the rustling of leaves in the wind, but it quickly became clearer and clearer.

There were the cries of soul beasts, the cracking sounds of trees breaking, and the explosive sounds of soul power colliding all mixed together.

The sound grew louder as it approached, rapidly drawing closer to where Wang Teng and his group were.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were awakened.

"Someone is coming."

Wang Teng lowered his voice and said.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong immediately came over.

The three of them stood with their backs to the campfire, staring in the direction from which the sound came.

In the distance, large patches of golden light could be seen moving across the sky.

Those were a group of flying soul beasts, numbering at least thirty or forty.

In front of those golden lights, three figures were fleeing in a sorry state.

The light spot moved extremely fast, closing in within a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Wang Teng finally saw the three figures clearly.

There were two men and one woman riding on the back of a huge golden lizard.

No, that's not a lizard, that's a dragon.