Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The crater fell silent.

The wind was blocked out, and only a howling sound could be heard seeping in from the cracks in the rocks, as if something was crying outside.

Ning Rongrong slid off Wang Teng's back, sat against the rock wall at the innermost part, and gasped for breath.

Her face was still frighteningly pale, but her eyes were much clearer than before.

Zhu Zhuqing took out several thick blankets from her storage soul tool, threw one to Ning Rongrong, draped one over Wang Teng, and kept one for herself to wrap around her shoulders.

Dugu Bo doesn't need these things; his strength as a Title Douluo is nothing in this environment.

Wang Teng sat down against the rock wall and circulated his soul power.

"Sacred Firebird Spinning Top!"

A flash of red light, and flames rose.

The temperature inside the pit rose rapidly, and Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing felt much better afterward.

"Can your soul power withstand it?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Wang Teng with some worry.

"Don't worry, the Sacred Firebird Spinning Top has enough resilience!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Teng immediately unleashed his ultimate technique.

Ultimate Skill: Rebirth from the Ashes!

It was a completely restorative ultimate move, unleashed in the small pit. Wang Teng deliberately controlled the size of the flames to prevent the extreme fire from burning others.

After a while, Wang Teng said, "No problem, we can barely agree on the recovery and consumption of the Sacred Firebird Gyro!"

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, everyone turned their attention to the blizzard outside.

At this time, the blizzard showed no signs of abating.

It was still all white outside, and you couldn't see anything.

The wind was stronger than before, and the whistling sound coming through the cracks in the rocks turned into a sharp howl, as if mocking the tiny humans trapped in the rock wall's hollows.

Dugu Bo leaned against the entrance of the pit, took out a small wine flask from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, then screwed it back on and put it back in his pocket.

Dugu Bo glanced at Wang Teng, then at the snow outside, and said, "It looks like this snow won't stop for at least two or three days."

Wang Teng did not respond.

He stared at the white expanse outside, his mind not on the blizzard, but on the icy pool.

That pool of water was so cold it chilled to the bone, that even the marrow of ten thousand years of ice was frozen beneath the ice.

Could the cold air there really awaken and help him condense the ultimate ice?

Chapter 456 Guardians of the Earth Dragon Gate, Old Grudges Resurface

Half a month later, in the far north, Wang Teng and his group stood at the foot of that familiar mountain wall.

Wang Teng raised his hand to block the wind and squinted at the top of the mountain wall.

The cave entrance, hidden deep in the mountain valley, hangs halfway up the ice cliff and is mostly covered by a protruding ice rock. From below, only a gray-black slit is visible.

Last time I came, there were only four guards at the cave entrance, two Soul Masters and two Soul Kings, standing there loosely, chatting and yawning, like old men sunbathing.

Today is different.

Wang Teng could see clearly in the dim light that the number of guards at the entrance had doubled.

Eight guards stood on either side, each covered in gray-white ice rock armor. Their positions were staggered, with just enough space between them to look out for each other.

They were no longer as sluggish as before; instead, they stood up straight, their eyes sharp, their hands on their weapons, and their whole bodies exuded a tense energy.

The most obvious difference was the two people in charge.

On a natural ice rock to the left of the entrance, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged. He was burly with a broad back and a strong waist, and wore a dark blue ice silk robe with silver-white ice patterns rolled on the collar and cuffs.

His face was square and rugged, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, high cheekbones, and a short stubble around his chin. His eyes were half-closed, as if he were dozing, but his faint aura was like a heavy stone pressing down on the entire area.

Judging from my perception, this person is a Soul Saint, and he is even stronger than Wu Pan, who was killed by Wang Teng last time. He is probably around level 78 or 79.

To the right of the entrance, there is another ice rock, on which a person is standing.

She was a woman who looked to be in her thirties, but you can't tell a Soul Master's age from their appearance; they were probably in their fifties or sixties.

She was tall, about 1.7 meters, with her shoulders and back ramrod straight, standing like a bamboo stalk.

The woman wore a moon-white long dress, with pale blue cloud patterns and ice-blue crane shadows embroidered on the hem. As she walked, the hem of her dress fluttered like the wings of a crane, and her steps were so light that they made almost no sound.

A fine layer of icy mist and pale blue wind patterns swirled around her. The mist seemed alive, slowly flowing around her and drawing away the surrounding cold wind. The ground within three feet of her feet was spotless, without a single snowflake.

"Xianyun, the Grand Elder of the Earth Dragon Gate, with the Martial Soul Ice Crane, possessing both ice and wind attributes."

Dugu Bo had somehow appeared beside Wang Teng, his voice so low that only Wang Teng could hear him.

"Level 83, Contra."

"Xianyun's strength is not top-notch, but the Ice Crane Martial Soul is like a fish in water in the extreme north. If a fight really breaks out, her strength will be no less than that of a Soul Douluo of level 88 or 89."

Wang Teng nodded, his gaze lingering on the woman for a moment longer.

Xianyun seemed to sense something, and slightly turned his head to look in the direction where Wang Teng and the others were hiding.

Those eyes were pale blue, with a halo of ice-blue light deep within the pupils, like a piece of shattered ice embedded in blue glass.

Her gaze swept over the bushes, but finding nothing, she looked away, a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, it was hard to tell whether she was smiling or puzzled.

“When we came last time, it wasn’t like this.”

Ning Rongrong peeked out from behind Wang Teng, looked at the guards on the cliff, and stuck out her tongue.

"It must be because of what happened last time that the Earth Dragon Gate has increased its security."

Zhu Zhu said calmly.

During Wang Teng's last trip, the forbidden area was breached, Wu Pan died, and the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Marrow was dug up. It's impossible that the Earth Dragon Gate remained inactive.

Sending more guards and bringing in skilled fighters were all expected responses.

Dugu Bo stroked his beard, his emerald eyes sweeping over the guards before finally settling on the man and Xianyun.

His expression was calm, even with a hint of disdain.

For a Title Douluo, the difference between a Soul Douluo and a Soul Saint is like an adult arm wrestling with a child—they are not even in the same league.

"What do you plan to do?" Dugu Bo asked.

He had already guessed the answer, but he still asked.

Wang Teng turned to look at Dugu Bo, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Elder Dugu, with you here, is there any need for 'planning'? Just go in."

Dugu Bo snorted, his mustache twitching slightly, it was hard to tell whether he was satisfied or not.

He straightened up, straightened his robes, and strode towards the mountain wall.

Dugu Bo did not deliberately conceal his aura.

Instead, after walking a certain distance, he suddenly released the soul power within his body.

The pressure of the soul power at the Title Douluo level descended from the sky like a mountain, crashing down on the open ground in front of the mountain wall.

The guards reacted quickly.

They simultaneously spotted the old man who had suddenly appeared, and in unison raised their weapons, their entire bodies instantly covered in ice rock armor.

But their bodies stiffened the instant the weapons were raised.

The pressure was so strong that it caused their soul power to stagnate.

The middle-aged man on the ice rock suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting.

He instinctively stood up, clenched his fists, and his soul power swirled wildly within his body, but his expression had already changed.

The person who can unleash such pressure must be at least a Title Douluo; he can't afford to offend them.

Idle Clouds, on the other hand, are much more relaxed.

She didn't get up, but simply turned her head slightly. Her pale blue eyes fell on Dugu Bo, lingered on his old face for a moment, then moved down. Xianyun's brows twitched, then relaxed.

"Yo—"

Xianyun spoke, her voice unhurried and with a slightly lazy tone.

"Isn't this Lord Poison Douluo?"

"What brings you to our poor place, Dilongmen?"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo did not stop walking, but continued towards the mountain wall.

Emerald green soul power surrounded him, colliding with the icy mist around Xianyun and producing a soft hissing sound.

This is the mutual dissolving of Dugu Bo's poison and Xianyun's chill.

"Do I need to report to your Earth Dragon Gate where I'm going?"

Dugu Bo's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone.

Xianyun blinked and said with a smile, "Lord Poison Douluo is joking."

"We are just a small, insignificant family from the Earth Dragon Sect, how dare we stop you?"

Then, Xianyun paused, her gaze shifting from Dugu Bo to behind him, then sweeping over Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, her eyes showing a hint of understanding.

“However, this place is a forbidden area of ​​our Earth Dragon Sect. You brought three juniors in... there has to be an explanation.”

"statement?"

Dugu Bo stopped, glanced at Xianyun, and said calmly, "I want to go in, and that's the explanation."

The pressure from the titled Douluo surged even higher, like an invisible hand pressing down from the sky.

The eight guards at the entrance turned pale at the same time, and some of them began to feel their knees go weak.

The middle-aged man on the ice rock had veins bulging on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and held on without retreating, but his body was trembling slightly, an instinctive reaction of his muscles under extreme tension.

Xianyun's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.