Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Teng nodded, without denying it.

His sixth spirit ring is a 60,000-year-old Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, which in itself is beyond the realm of the ordinary.

According to the rules of spirit ring absorption, the upper limit of the seventh spirit ring is much higher than that of the sixth spirit ring. An 80,000-year spirit ring is the minimum requirement for Wang Teng. If conditions permit, it is not impossible for him to break through to a 100,000-year spirit ring.

It's easy to say, but incredibly difficult to do.

Dugu Bo straightened up slightly from the back of his chair, reached for the teacup on the table, took a sip, and found the tea to be warm with a faint jasmine fragrance.

He put down his teacup, his brow furrowing slightly, as if he were carefully choosing his words.

"An 80,000-year-old soul beast should be no problem for me alone."

Dugu Bo's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the confidence befitting a Title Douluo.

Although he wasn't among the top titled Douluo, his poison skills were unpredictable and unpredictable, and ordinary 80,000-year-old soul beasts couldn't really cause any trouble for him.

"But what if it's a 100,000-year-old soul beast..."

Dugu Bo shook his head with difficulty, not finishing his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

The difference between a 100,000-year-old soul beast and an 80,000-year-old soul beast is not a simple matter of adding up numbers.

The intelligence and combat power of a 100,000-year-old soul beast far exceed that of an ordinary soul beast.

They often possess special talents and abilities, and may even be able to speak human language and understand tactical coordination, making them impossible for one person to defeat alone.

Although Dugu Bo was proud, he was not blindly arrogant; he knew his own limitations.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Zhu Zhuqing put down the teacup she had been holding. Her movements were very gentle, and the bottom of the ceramic cup made an extremely faint sound as it touched the table.

Her voice wasn't loud, but her thoughts were clear, as if she had thought about this problem long ago. She said, "It seems we'll have to go back to the sect."

"At that time, we can ask Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo for help."

When Zhu Zhuqing said the word "sect", her gaze naturally fell on Ning Rongrong.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is one of the most powerful sects on the continent, with two Title Douluo in charge: Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

The strength of these two senior figures far surpasses that of ordinary titled Douluo, especially Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whose Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul is renowned throughout the world.

If they could lend a hand, even a 100,000-year-old soul beast wouldn't be without a fighting chance.

Ning Rongrong nodded first, then frowned slightly and murmured, "This should be fine, but I don't know if Grandpa Jian has returned from the City of Slaughter yet."

Wang Teng pondered for a moment and said, "Even if Grandpa Jian doesn't come back, with Grandpa Gu around, there shouldn't be any problem."

"Besides, don't forget that we still have Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo in the sect. With their help, hunting a 100,000-year-old soul beast shouldn't be a problem."

"That's right. If we let Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other one take action, we have to be careful to avoid being discovered by the Spirit Hall."

Ning Rongrong said earnestly.

"So, in that case, we'll head back to the sect next?"

Dugu Bo asked the final question.

"Then let's go back."

Wang Teng's voice was calm and decisive as he said, "We've been away for more than half a year now, it's time to go back."

Dugu Bo stood up, the hem of his robe brushing against the chair, making a soft rustling sound.

He walked to the window with his hands behind his back and glanced outside.

The streets of Longcheng were bustling with activity, with pedestrians and vehicles flowing by, and the sunlight shining brightly on the stone pavement.

He watched for a while, then turned around, his emerald green eyes lingering on Wang Teng's face for a moment.

"Then let's go," Dugu Bo said. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we'll get there. Let's not delay any further on the way."

Wang Teng smiled, stood up, and patted off non-existent wrinkles on his robe.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also got up and checked their belongings. After confirming that nothing was missing, Ning Rongrong took the tray on the table and placed it at the door so that the hotel staff could collect it.

The four people left the room and went downstairs to check out.

The hotel manager was a middle-aged woman with a round face. She smiled and said a few words like "Please come again next time, guest." Ning Rongrong replied sweetly, "Yes, yes," and the manager smiled even more broadly.

Stepping out of the Guilai Hotel, the cool morning breeze of Longcheng greeted me, carrying the aroma of oil from a pancake shop.

The four of them passed through the city gate and walked out onto the open field outside the city.

Dugu Bo was the first to release his martial spirit. A burst of emerald light appeared, and a giant serpent with an entirely emerald green body soared into the sky. That was his true form, the Azure Serpent Emperor.

Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing leaped onto the snake's back and found their places to sit.

The snake's body rose from the ground, soaring into the clouds, and flew southwest, towards the direction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The wind whistled past their ears high above, and the clouds spread out beneath their feet like an endless white cotton sea.

The mountains and rivers below were transformed into miniature models, and one could vaguely see caravans moving slowly along the official road and smoke rising from the villages.

Chapter 469 Plot Changes: Tang San Clears the Hell Road

The Hell Road in the Killing City is never a place for reason.

The stone slabs underfoot were already corroded and pitted, with a layer of dark red viscous liquid seeping from the cracks. Stepping on them made a squeaking sound, as if you were crushing the bones of something.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur, mixed with a rusty, bloody odor and a strange, indescribable rotten sweetness. The various smells mingled together, filling the nostrils, and after a while, even the tongue felt numb.

Yellowish-green liquid seeped continuously from the rock walls on both sides, slowly flowing down and leaving charred marks in its wake.

That stuff is highly poisonous; if it touches the skin, it will burn a hole.

There was no sky overhead, only a thick layer of grayish-red mist, pressing down like an overturned iron pot, making the entire space stuffy and airtight.

Something was moving in the fog; it wasn't the wind, but a swarm of bats.

Countless bats hung upside down in the cracks of the rock wall, occasionally flapping their wings and emitting sharp, shrill cries. The sounds collided back and forth in the narrow passage, amplifying into a jarring noise that made one's scalp tingle.

Tang San stepped onto a relatively dry stone and stopped to catch his breath.

In the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter is dead, and for nearly a year, Tang San has been fighting against the people inside.

It was thanks to Tang San that he specially crafted many hidden weapons when he came in this time that he has survived this battle royale until now.

However, although Tang San has passed the test of the Slaughter City, he is about to leave.

However, he still found it hard to let go of the opportunity to become a god hidden in the City of Slaughter.

It turns out that after the previous King of Slaughter died, the God of Asura decreed that the one who killed the most would become the new King of Slaughter and receive the inheritance of the God of Asura.

After a long competition, the final victory was won by Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

As for Tang San, although he had killed enough people and obtained the Killing Domain, he could only leave the Killing City now.

After all, the legacy of the Asura God can only be passed down to one person.

"Damn it, this is the inheritance of the Asura God, yet I can only look on from afar."

Tang San glanced back, then reluctantly continued walking forward on the Road to Hell.

By this time, Tang San's clothes were soaked through, and it was impossible to tell whether it was sweat or the venom that had splashed from the rock wall.

His breathing wasn't rapid, but each breath was deep.

The air here is so thin, with far less oxygen than inside the Killing City. Walking for a while feels like a stone is pressing on my chest.

The passage underfoot narrows here, with the rock walls on both sides resembling two rows of interlocking teeth, leaving only a gap of less than two zhang in the middle.

Below the passage was a surging river of lava, and dark red light shone up from below, turning the entire space into a boiling pool of blood.

The heat rose from the soles of the feet, making the skin on the face feel tight and the lips cracked.

Tang San looked up.

Directly ahead in the passage, on a huge, protruding rock platform, something was crouching.

The creature was larger than he had expected, its entire body covered in dark brown carapace, the surface of which was uneven and covered with nodular protrusions, making it look like a crudely made suit of armor.

Clearly, what Tang San saw was a giant bat.

However, this is not an ordinary bat.

Because it has three heads, the two on the left and right are slightly smaller, and the one in the middle is the largest. All three heads hang upside down on its short, thick neck, and its six eyes are closed, as if it is sleeping.

"Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King".

Tang San recognized the spirit beast in front of him, but he did not rush to attack. Instead, he took a half step back, leaned his back against a protruding rock, and turned his body slightly to minimize the area of ​​himself exposed.

His right hand slowly reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist, his fingertips touching the cold metal buckle, but he made no further move.

Clearly, Tang San was waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

At that moment, the bats hanging upside down in the passage seemed to sense something and began to stir.

One, two, a dozen or so...

Soon, hundreds and thousands of bats detached from the rock face, flapping their wings and circling in the air, making a dense squeaking sound.

It was a group of dark red blood bats, not very big, but their numbers were astonishing, spreading out like a moving layer of mist.

Tang San secretly channeled his soul power, ready to act at any moment.

However, the swarm of bats did not immediately attack.

They hovered around the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King, as if awaiting orders.

The Bat King's largest head in the middle slowly rose, and its eyes opened.

Those were a pair of golden vertical pupils, cold and scrutinizing, which lingered on Tang San for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the two heads opened, the left eye being dark red and the right eye being pale white.

Three pairs of eyes stared at Tang San from three different angles at the same time, and the feeling of being watched at the same time made him feel uncomfortable all over.

The Bat King opened its mouth, and all three heads emitted a low hiss simultaneously.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating, like a needle piercing straight into your brain.

Tang San's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

As if receiving a command, the swarm of bats scattered in a flash and pounced on Tang San from all directions.