Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"Secondly, its root system is more developed than you can imagine, and it can emerge from under your feet at any time to launch a sneak attack."

"Wait a moment, I'll protect you from the affliction, you deal with it yourself."

Tang San nodded without saying anything more.

He understood the meaning behind his father's words: it was a sign of trust in his abilities and a test of his training results in the City of Slaughter.

Tang San took a deep breath, and with a flicker of his body, he vanished like a wisp of green smoke.

The Devouring Demon Tree seemed to sense the arrival of the intruders, and its spread branches immediately began to writhe like snakes, with their tips rising high.

Dozens of thick vines lashed out at Tang San simultaneously, the sound of them tearing through the air sharp and piercing, as if they were about to rip the air apart.

However, Tang San dodged it.

His movements were much faster than those vines.

"Ghostly Shadow Step!"

Tang San's figure darted left and right among the dense branches, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, unpredictable and elusive.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, and the spirit ring under his feet slowly rose up.

Fifth Soul Skill: Azure Water Entangling the Sky!

Countless vines twisted from the ground sprouted and collided with the branches of the Devouring Demon Tree in mid-air, producing muffled "crackling" sounds.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had become much more resilient after being strengthened by the previous few soul rings, but it still couldn't withstand the 38,000-year-old Devouring Demon Tree.

The grayish-white sap oozing from the Demon Tree's branches is incredibly corrosive; Blue Silver Grass begins to turn black and break after being wrapped around it for only a short time.

Tang San's heart tightened; he knew that relying solely on Blue Silver Grass to fight head-on wouldn't work.

He reached for his waist with his left hand, and a dozen or so hidden weapons were tucked between his fingers.

With a flick of his wrist, the hidden weapons transformed into streaks of light, accurately striking several obvious cracks on the main trunk of the demon tree.

Those cracks are the magic tree's weaknesses, and also its main channels for absorbing nutrients.

As the hidden weapon was embedded, the demonic tree shuddered violently, emitting a shrill cry that was inaudible to the human ear but could explode directly in the soul.

At that moment, the vines lashed out wildly.

At the same moment, Tang San felt the ground beneath his feet tremble.

Just as Tang Hao said, the Devouring Demon Tree's root system was incredibly developed, with countless roots bursting out of the soil, like countless venomous snakes attacking Tang San from all directions.

Tang San dared not linger for a moment, pushing his Ghost Shadow Steps to their limit. At the same time, he once again unleashed Blue Silver Grass with his right hand, creating layer upon layer of barriers around himself to temporarily block the encirclement of the roots.

Tang San knew that this couldn't go on forever.

The Devouring Demon Tree excels at protracted battles, as it can continuously draw nutrients from the earth and has an extremely strong regenerative ability.

Meanwhile, his own soul power was being secretly absorbed by it, and the longer it dragged on, the lower his chances of winning would be.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

Tang San gritted his teeth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He no longer holds back.

Haotian Hammer, strike!

A small, jet-black hammer appeared in Tang San's right palm. The ancient hammer body shimmered with a faint luster, the unique aura of the Clear Sky Sect's direct-lineage martial soul.

"The Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang San gripped the hammer handle tightly, his soul power surging wildly within him, all of it poured into the Clear Sky Hammer.

The unassuming little hammer grew rapidly in the wind, expanding in the blink of an eye into a giant hammer as tall as half a person.

"Drink up—!"

Tang San roared and leaped up, overcoming the layers of vines that blocked his way. With a devastating force, the Clear Sky Hammer slammed into the very center of the Devouring Yuan Demon Tree's trunk.

The earth trembled the moment the hammer fell.

"Snap—"

A crisp cracking sound.

A huge crack appeared on the trunk of the Devouring Demon Tree.

Black liquid gushed from the crack, emitting a nauseating stench.

The demon tree trembled violently.

The vines and roots fell like puppets with broken strings, twitched a few times on the ground, and then fell silent.

The massive tree trunk slowly tilted, emitting a dull thud, and crashed to the ground.

A dazzling black soul ring slowly rose from the remains of the Devouring Demon Tree, hovering in mid-air and radiating a deep and mysterious glow.

The spirit ring was so deep it was almost pitch black, with faint traces of dark gold patterns flowing within it, clearly indicating its extremely high grade.

Tang San put away the Clear Sky Hammer and sat cross-legged beneath the spirit ring.

He regulated his breathing, circulated the Mysterious Heaven Technique, and adjusted himself to his best condition. Then, he slowly extended his right hand and used his martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, to guide the soul ring, bringing it closer to him little by little.

The moment the spirit ring touched his body, a massive and violent energy surged into Tang San's body.

That was the accumulation of the Devouring Demon Tree over 38,000 years, so rich that it was almost solidified.

Tang San groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, his meridians bearing a tremendous impact, as if they were about to be torn apart by this external force.

He gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the Mysterious Heaven Technique to tame, guide, and absorb this violent energy.

Tang Hao stood not far away, arms crossed, his eyes never leaving his son.

Time passed little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, the surging energy fluctuations around Tang Sanzhou finally subsided.

His breathing became steady again, and the pain on his face slowly faded, replaced by a transformative clarity and understanding.

The black spirit ring finally merged completely into his body.

Tang San opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

He raised his right hand and released his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly, and he saw that the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul that surged from Tang San's palm had completely changed its appearance.

Tang San's original Blue Silver Grass martial soul was entirely blue and resembled a small grass.

However, at this moment, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul had transformed into dark golden vines, and these vines were slippery and emitted a sweet and fishy smell.

Clearly, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul has now completely departed from its former vibrant and gentle style, evolving into a poison-attribute martial soul.

Tang Hao took a few steps closer, carefully examining the dark golden vine in his son's palm, while also sensing Tang San's soul power.

"Sixty-two?"

"Excellent, excellent!"

Tang Hao praised him repeatedly.

Hearing his father's praise, Tang San couldn't help but smile.

"By the way, Little San, what's your sixth soul skill?"

Tang Hao pressed for an answer out of curiosity.

Upon hearing his father's question, Tang San quickly demonstrated.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Touch of the Abyss".

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass on his right hand suddenly grew rapidly, with countless vines emerging simultaneously from his palm, from his feet, and even from the surrounding ground, like dark golden tentacles rising from the abyss.

The tips of the vines were slightly open, revealing a dense array of poisonous thorns and suckers inside, like greedy mouths capable of devouring everything.

Chapter 483 Recovering from Injuries in the Far North, Soul Power Improves

On the edge of the far north, on a desolate and barren ice field, lies an inconspicuous temporary hideout.

It was called a hiding place, but it was actually just a naturally formed ice cave. Sword Douluo used his sword energy to flatten the inner walls and set up several hidden soul power barriers on the outside to isolate the outside world from the sight and smell of soul beasts.

The cave entrance faces south, backed by a towering ice cliff. The biting north wind howls from the depths of the polar region, but is mostly blocked by the cliff, leaving only a low, mournful wail, like the sigh of an ancient behemoth.

Outside the cave are snow that never melts and occasional glimpses of black permafrost, where the temperature is so low that your breath freezes instantly.

However, the cave maintained a relatively warm temperature due to the residual warmth of the soul power emanating from the bodies of the several soul masters.

This is the entire world for Sword Douluo, Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing for the next four months.

It all started with that fierce battle against Hyotei.

That time, Wang Teng and his group fought against Xue Di and Bing Di. Although they eventually escaped, they themselves suffered serious injuries.

Needless to say, Sword Douluo fought with all his might against Snow Empress. After the battle, even though he appeared unharmed, Snow Empress's cold energy had invaded his body.

Of course, Xue Di's situation wasn't much better; she too had been invaded by Sword Douluo's sword energy.

Sword Douluo was injured, and Wang Teng wasn't much better off.

In that battle, Wang Teng did not hesitate to use the power of his seventh soul ring, which he had not yet fully mastered, and was hit head-on by Ice Emperor's attack, causing shock to his internal organs.

So, after temporarily escaping danger, Sword Douluo made a decisive decision to settle down on the edge of this far northern land and recover from his injuries first.

This period of recuperation lasted for four months.

For the first month, Sword Douluo spent most of his time practicing internal energy to heal his injuries.

He sat cross-legged on a flat boulder at the deepest part of the cave, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders, his eyes slightly closed, and his body enveloped in a faint blood-red light.

That was the aura leaking out from his powerful and unparalleled soul force as a level 99 Title Douluo, slowly flowing through his meridians.

The icy chill left by the Snow Empress in Sword Douluo's body was extremely stubborn. Every time he used his soul power to expel it, it felt like scraping his bone with a dull knife, causing excruciating pain. However, Sword Douluo never even frowned.

His breathing was steady and long, like an old monk in deep meditation, forcing out the fine, cold toxins bit by bit from the depths of his meridians and expelling them from his body.

While healing his wounds, Sword Douluo was not idle.

He began to hone the killing domain he had learned from the Killing City.

After his battle with Xue Di, Sword Douluo realized that his Killing Domain was still too crude and not skillfully applied.