Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Seeing the fiery tornado flying towards it, a hint of fear finally flashed in the eyes of the Cold Abyss Dragon.

It did not expect that this young human soul master would not only block its icy spikes, but also launch such a fierce counterattack in the blink of an eye.

The power contained within those flames made it feel a long-lost threat.

However, the Cold Abyss Dragon is no ordinary soul beast; it is a sub-dragon soul beast that is 90,000 years old.

Soul Skill: Ice Dragon Roar Bullet!

The dragon opened its massive mouth again. This time, instead of spewing out dragon breath, it condensed an ice-blue energy ball deep in its throat.

The energy ball, which started as a tiny point of pale blue light, expanded rapidly, growing to the size of a human head in the blink of an eye.

The surface of the energy ball was covered with complex light patterns, and the chill it emitted was several times greater than that of the previous ice spikes. Even the scales around the dragon's mouth were frozen and covered with white frost.

"boom--!"

An ice-blue energy ball shot out from the dragon's mouth, trailing a long, icy tail, and collided with the oncoming fire tornado.

The two extreme forces collided head-on, producing a deafening roar.

The fire tornado was ripped open by the energy ball, sending flames flying everywhere. The energy ball itself melted rapidly under the intense heat of the flames, and its icy blue light dimmed sharply.

The shockwave from the explosion spread in all directions, completely shattering the already precarious ice cones and pillars in the ice cave, and countless ice fragments fell like a torrential rain.

Before the explosion and shockwave had fully spread, the ice cave was filled with smoke and dust, and the smell of dragon blood and broken ice mingled together, making it suffocating.

But Wang Teng did not wait.

He keenly sensed that after the Cold Abyss Dragon Dragon released the "Ice Dragon Roar Bullet," its aura dropped again.

The beast's injuries were too severe; forcing it to unleash such a powerful soul skill would place an extremely heavy burden on it.

Not to be missed.

A cold glint flashed in Wang Teng's eyes, and he seized the opportunity to strike without holding back.

Ultimate Technique: Nine-Headed Sky-Splitter!

Ultimate Technique: Heavenly Dragon Slash!

Ultimate move: Tiger Descending the Mountain!

Three moves in a row, executed in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation.

At the same moment, the Nine-Headed Bat Beyblade, the Saint Seiya Panther Beyblade, and the Explosive Tiger Beyblade, which were spinning nearby, simultaneously transformed into three streaks of light and disappeared from their original positions.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp and rapid.

Three beams of light—red, white, and blue—were seen moving through the ice cave at incredible speeds, spinning rapidly around the massive body of the Frost Abyss Dragon, drawing interwoven arcs of light.

The light was so fast that it was dazzling, leaving only three afterimages that traced complex paths around the dragon.

Three beams of light circled around the Cold Abyss Dragon, then circled again, and then circled once more.

The Cold Abyss Dragon sensed something was wrong. It desperately twisted its body to try to escape, but the injury on its leg made its movements much slower.

Moreover, Wang Teng's attacks were too fast.

It was so fast that even a 90,000-year-old soul beast like the Cold Abyss Dragon couldn't react in time.

The three spinning tops swiftly launched attacks on the Cold Abyss Dragon.

Three breaths later, the attack stopped.

The Nine-Headed Bat Spinner, the Saint Seiya Leopard Spinner, and the Explosive Tiger Spinner flew back to Wang Teng and slowly spun around him, as if nothing had happened.

The Cold Abyss Dragon was stunned for a moment before it felt the pain.

"Pfft-"

A soft sound.

Immediately afterwards, countless lines of blood appeared on its body.

Starting from the neck of the Cold Abyss Dragon, extending all the way to its torso, limbs, and tail, its entire body was covered as if it had been shrouded in a net of blades.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

Fresh blood gushed out from those blood lines simultaneously, and a thick cloud of blood mist rose from the ice cave.

The scales on the Cold Abyss Dragon Chi fell off one by one, revealing the cuts underneath, with the flesh turned inside out.

"Roar—woo!"

The Cold Abyss Dragon let out a roar, its voice filled with terror and despair.

It wanted to move, to fight back, but it had too many wounds and even moving was difficult.

Blood gushed down, staining a large area of ​​the ice beneath the Cold Abyss Dragon's feet red.

Then, a muffled boom was heard.

It turned out that the shockwave from the previous explosion had finally spread over.

The shockwave, carrying ice shards and dust, swept towards Wang Teng and his group.

"Wang Teng, watch out!"

Behind Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and shouted.

Wang Teng didn't turn around.

Because he had expected it.

Ultimate Skill: Impregnable Fortress!

Wang Teng gave a low shout.

The Supreme Golden Armor Spinning Top flew in front of him, while the massive body of the Vajra Armored Sacred Beast stood between him and the shockwave.

A golden wall of light rose from the ground on both sides of the spinning top, completely protecting Wang Teng behind it.

The shockwave struck the wall of light with a dull thud.

Ripples spread across the wall of light, but it remained perfectly still.

The ice shards and ice dust were blocked and flowed away from both sides, raising two fan-shaped clouds of ice mist behind Wang Teng.

After a few breaths, the ice and snow settled, and the view inside the ice cave became clear again.

All eyes were on the Frost Abyss Dragon.

It can no longer stand up.

The enormous body lay horizontally on the ice, limbs outstretched, with blood pooling beneath it into a dark red pool.

His chest was still rising and falling slightly, but each rise and fall was accompanied by a sob in his throat.

Those deep blue eyes had lost their previous ferocity; they had dimmed considerably, and the light in their pupils resembled a lamp about to go out.

Wang Teng stood still, quietly watching the Cold Abyss Dragon, and said in a low voice, "It seems that I have won."

The Cold Abyss Dragon seemed to understand.

"Roar--"

It let out a final, mournful cry.

The voice of the Cold Abyss Dragon was devoid of anger and violence, as well as the pride of a dragon-type soul beast. Only a desolate helplessness remained, as if it had resigned itself to its impending doom.

The mournful cries echoed for a long time in the empty ice cave before slowly dissipating.

Then, the Cold Abyss Dragon's body crashed heavily onto the ice.

It died shortly afterward!

Then, a deep black spirit ring slowly floated up from the corpse of the Cold Abyss Dragon.

It was entirely black, with an icy blue glow at the edges, and nine blue lines slowly flowed across its surface, releasing a rich amount of ice-attribute energy.

The aura of a 90,000-year-old soul ring is calm and profound.

Wang Teng looked at the spirit ring with a calm gaze.

His goal for this trip was to obtain a 90,000-year-old ice-attribute dragon soul ring.

The voice of Sword Douluo Chen Xin came from behind.

"Good lad, not bad."

Wang Teng turned around, and Chen Xin stood there with his hands behind his back, nodding slightly.

That usually expressionless face now showed obvious approval.

Wang Teng bowed slightly to Chen Xin, then turned around and looked again at the black soul ring suspended in mid-air.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand.

It's time to absorb the seventh spirit ring.

Chapter 476 Seventh Talent: Ice Without Color

Wang Teng sat cross-legged on the ice, his back straight, his hands resting on his knees, palms facing up, fingers slightly bent.

A deep black spirit ring slowly appeared in front of him; it was the spirit ring of the Cold Abyss Dragon.

The edges of the spirit ring were not smooth, and there were faint cracks moving in the halo, which was the violent aura unique to a 90,000-year spirit ring.

Wang Teng took a deep breath, his back muscles tensed slightly, and he began to guide the energy of his soul ring into his body.

The initial incense stick burning time went relatively smoothly.

The soul power of the Cold Abyss Dragon was drawn out of the soul ring, transforming into a stream of pitch-black light that seeped into Wang Teng's body through his pores, acupoints, and meridians.

The energy carried a chilling cold when it touched the skin, but Wang Teng's physical condition was simply too good.

Immortal herbs, whale glue, and ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice marrow—these things made his physical attributes far surpass those of ordinary soul masters.

With such a foundation, absorbing a 90,000-year soul ring should have been a natural progression.

Wang Teng himself thought so too.

But after about half an hour, something unexpected happened.