Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Golden Holy Dragon.

However, something was wrong with the dragon. Its body flickered between light and shadow, like a lamp that was about to go out, and it seemed to be struggling with every flap of its wings.

"Master? Dean Flander?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened as she recognized the three people.

Wang Teng frowned.

He recognized the golden holy dragon.

That wasn't a real dragon, but a martial soul fusion technique performed by Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong.

However, at this moment, the soul power fluctuations of that golden holy dragon were extremely unstable, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The three people riding on the dragon were in no better shape.

Flander's robes were torn in several places, and his left arm was covered in blood.

Liu Erlong's hair was disheveled and her face was pale.

Yu Xiaogang sat at the very front, gripping the dragon scales tightly with both hands, his whole body swaying precariously.

Behind them, a large flock of golden-feathered eagles were hot on their heels.

Leading the group was a gigantic golden-feathered eagle, with a wingspan of six or seven meters. Its feathers shone with golden light, making it resemble a sculpture made of pure gold.

Its eyes were crimson, exuding violence and ferocity, and its claws were stained with strips of cloth and blood.

Following behind it was a flock of ordinary golden eagles, each two or three meters wide, densely covering half the sky like a golden cloud.

"The Golden Feathered Eagle Leader of 80,000 Years".

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted slightly.

Even from a distance, Zhu Zhuqing could sense the oppressive aura emanating from the leader, a powerful and sharp feeling, like countless golden needles piercing her skin.

"There are also forty or fifty golden-feathered eagles that are over ten thousand years old."

Wang Teng added, his voice calm, but his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's face was deathly pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and his soul power fluctuated violently.

Yu Xiaogang's soul power was far inferior to the other two, and maintaining the Martial Soul Fusion Technique had exhausted his last bit of strength.

When the golden dragon flew to the top of the mountain pass, it finally couldn't hold on any longer. Its body trembled violently, and its golden scales peeled off piece by piece, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

It's disintegrated!

Flanders called out, his voice hoarse.

The golden dragon's form completely collapsed, and the three of them fell from mid-air.

Liu Erlong reacted the fastest, grabbing Yu Xiaogang by the collar with one hand and pulling Flander with the other, barely adjusting their landing posture.

Finally, Yu Xiaogang and the other two landed safely on the grass at the edge of the ravine.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was lying on the ground, panting heavily, and could barely stand up.

Flander gritted his teeth and stood up, supporting himself on his knees, blood still seeping from the wound on his left arm.

Liu Erlong was slightly better, but her complexion was still unpleasant.

Before they could catch their breath, the flock of eagles in the sky came in pursuit.

The flock of golden-feathered eagles circled once in the sky, then slowly descended, completely surrounding the mountain valley.

The leader of the Golden Feathered Eagles slowly landed on top of a large tree, its claws breaking the tree crown.

It looked down at you, its crimson eyes filled with disdain.

"Oops."

Flander, panting heavily, looked at the flock of eagles around him, then at his own wounds, and said with a wry smile, "Looks like I'm going to die here today."

Liu Erlong gritted his teeth and stood protectively in front of Yu Xiaogang.

She didn't have much soul power left, but her eyes were still sharp.

Yu Xiaogang barely managed to lift his head and suddenly saw the bonfire in the ravine and the figure standing beside it.

He froze for a moment.

"Rongrong? Wang Teng? And Zhu Qing?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was weak, but his mind worked quickly. He immediately shouted, "Run! It's dangerous here!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Golden Feather Eagle leader suddenly let out a sharp cry.

The sound was like a needle piercing into the ear, making one's scalp tingle.

Upon hearing the command, the flock of eagles began to slowly tighten their encirclement, golden light shimmering among them like a large net, gradually closing in.

Wang Teng stood by the campfire, his gaze sweeping over the flock of eagles, then lingering on Yu Xiaogang and his two companions.

His expression was calm, but his mind was racing.

With so many ten-thousand-year-old golden-feathered eagles, plus an eighty-thousand-year-old leader, the three of them would definitely lose in a head-on fight.

But in this situation, there's no way to escape now.

The eagles had gained air superiority; they couldn't outrun the flying ones on the ground.

"We can't evacuate now."

Wang Teng said in a low voice.

Then, he raised his voice and shouted towards Yu Xiaogang, "Dean Flander, can you still fight?"

Upon hearing the voice, Flander turned around abruptly and saw Wang Teng.

"I can't die!"

Flander gritted his teeth and answered, his soul power beginning to circulate within his body.

Liu Erlong also stood up, helped Yu Xiaogang to lean against a big tree, then turned around to confront the surrounding group of soul beasts.

Before she finished speaking, Ning Rongrong had already activated the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda. The pagoda shimmered in her palm, and five auxiliary lights lit up one by one.

Wang Teng no longer hesitated.

He took two steps forward and stood in the center of the open space in the mountain valley. With a wave of his right hand, seven rays of light surged out from his body at the same time.

"Gale-force Divine Steed Spinning Top!"

"Sacred Firebird Spinning Top!"

"Nine-Headed Bat King Spinning Top!"

"Supreme Golden Armor Spinning Top!"

"Wind Howling Leopard Spinning Top!"

"Sky Silver Leopard Spinning Top!"

"Beater Tiger!"

"Come out!"

Seven beams of light exploded in the night sky, transforming into seven spinning tops of different shapes, which were neatly arranged on the ground in front of Wang Teng.

The spinning tops come in all shapes and sizes and colors; some are entirely red, some are silvery white like the moon, some are jet black, and some are glittering gold.

The seven tops spun simultaneously, their buzzing sounds merging into a deep roar, like a thousand horses galloping in the distance.

The sight of the seven spinning tops arranged in a formation surprised both Flander and Liu Erlong.

Flander had seen Wang Teng's martial soul and soul skills before, but seeing them again now still shocked him.

At this moment, Wang Teng's gaze fell on the Wind Howling Leopard Spinner and the Heavenly Silver Leopard Spinner, and a slight thought suddenly struck him.

Just moments before the Golden Sacred Dragon disintegrated, he clearly felt a strange tremor emanating from the spinning top.

It was as if something had awakened inside the two spinning tops.

It was a longing, an impulse, like a sleeping beast smelling the blood that excites it.

"What does it mean?"

Wang Teng pondered to himself: "The evolved form of the Wind Howling Leopard Beyblade is the Sky Extreme Silver Leopard Beyblade, and the final evolved form of the Sky Extreme Silver Leopard Beyblade is the Holy Fighting God Leopard Beyblade."

"Could it be... that the aura of the Golden Sacred Dragon is aiding its evolution?"

He didn't have time to think it through.

The leader of the golden-feathered eagles cried out again, and the flock began to swoop down.

At that very moment, Ning Rongrong made her move.

The Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda shone brightly, and countless auxiliary rays of light shot out from the top of the pagoda, precisely landing on each person.

Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhu Zhuqing, Wang Teng, and even Yu Xiaogang leaning against the tree, each received the most suitable boost for themselves.

"Nine treasures transform into crystal, and the nine treasures have names! First: Strength! Second: Speed! Third: Soul! Fourth: Defense! Fifth: Attack!"

The light from the Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda illuminated half of the mountain valley.

Flander felt a surge of warm power within him, amplifying his entire body.

Liu Erlong's spirits lifted, and crimson soul power condensed in his hands, causing his aura to suddenly rise significantly.

Wang Teng snapped out of his reverie and refocused his attention on the battle at hand.

We'll talk about the aura of the Golden Holy Dragon and the evolution of the spinning tops after we've finished fighting.

"Sacred Firebird Spinning Top, Ultimate Move: Heavenly Fox Flame!"

Golden-red flames erupted from the spinning top, transforming into a blazing fire tornado that swept towards the first few golden-feathered eagles that swooped down.

The temperature of the fire tornado was extremely high. Although the golden-feathered eagles had feathers as hard as iron, they dared not confront the extreme fire head-on. They quickly changed direction, screeching as they brushed past the flames, and a few feathers on their wings were singed black.

"Nine-Headed Bat King Spinning Top, Ultimate Move: Ten Directions Poisonous Miasma!"

A purplish-black poisonous mist emanated from the spinning top, intertwining with the golden-red flames to form a semi-transparent barrier of poisonous fire, stretching between the flock of eagles and the group of people.

Flames burned and poisonous fog enveloped the area, causing the golden-feathered eagles to hesitate and halt their swooping attack.

Flander seized the opportunity, pushed off with his legs, and leaped into the air.