Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

A sense of despair spread among the remaining disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Let's see who dares!"

Just when Ning Fengzhi and the others were about to give up hope, a roar came from afar. The voice was deep and loud, like thunder, rolling in from the horizon.

"I've arrived!"

Everyone on the field turned their heads to look.

A huge white ribbon flew in from the north at an extremely fast speed, closing the distance by half in the blink of an eye.

That was sword energy, sword energy condensed to the extreme, pure white as silk, cutting through the night sky and illuminating half the sky.

"That's... Uncle Jian?"

Ning Fengzhi recognized the aura of the newcomer, his eyes welled up with tears, and his voice changed tone.

The visitors were none other than Sword Douluo and Wang Teng, who had returned from the far north.

Chapter 494 A Deadly Kill in Another Dimension, Repelling the Spirit Hall

"kill--"

Sword Douluo's voice arrived before he did.

He sensed the thick, almost impenetrable aura of blood within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the corpses scattered all over the ground; his eyes instantly turned red.

At this moment, Chen Xin couldn't care less about anything else.

His anger was already burning throughout his body, and he charged directly at Bibi Dong and the others in the sky.

"boom--"

The sword aura on Sword Douluo's body, which was originally white, suddenly changed into a dazzling blood red, like a blood-red meteor streaking across the sky, trailing a long tail of flame, and crashing straight into the crowd of Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong frowned, looked up at the blood-red meteor, and finally became serious.

"This is... the aura of divine power."

"Chen Xin... is he also a Divine Examiner?"

She sensed the divine power of the Asura God emanating from Sword Douluo, which was completely different from the soul power cultivated by ordinary people, carrying a superior and unyielding sense of oppression.

"Asura Slash".

The longsword in Sword Douluo's hand had transformed into the Asura Divine Sword, its blade shimmering with blood-red light, as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood.

He held the sword in his right hand and pushed it towards Bibi Dong.

The blood-red sword energy instantly stained half the sky.

A blood-red giant sword, hundreds of meters long, condensed in mid-air, with faint flowing blood patterns visible on its blade. It slashed down towards Bibi Dong with a world-destroying aura.

"Let's give it a try."

Bibi Dong's expression hardened, and she made a fist with her right hand, as dark green soul power frantically condensed in her palm.

In a few breaths, a three-meter-long dark green scythe appeared in her hand, its blade curved like a crescent moon, with a faint black aura swirling around it.

"Rakshasa Slash".

Bibi Dong channeled her soul power and flew rapidly into the sky, charging towards the blood-red giant sword.

"drink!"

She gave a cold shout, and the dark green scythe in her hand grew longer in the wind.

The blade grew larger and longer, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant scythe a hundred meters long.

A moment later, Bibi Dong's dark green scythe and Sword Douluo's blood-red greatsword collided fiercely in mid-air.

"boom--"

A violent explosion resounded throughout the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and could be clearly heard even in the Heavenly Dou City, dozens of miles away.

The city's residents were awakened by the loud noise and opened their windows to look towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. They saw two beams of light, one red and one green, appear in the sky, like two suns rising at the same time.

A massive shockwave rippled outwards from where the scythe and the greatsword met, spreading like invisible ripples. Wherever it passed, rubble and ash were swept up and sent flying everywhere.

Everyone around, whether it was Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School or the Cardinal and Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, was forced backward by the shockwave. Several people lost their footing and were knocked to the ground.

"Clang clang clang clang—"

Before the aftershocks of the explosion had subsided, the sound of metal clashing came from the sky again, dense and rapid, like a dozen hammers striking at the same time in a blacksmith's shop.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

Bibi Dong and Sword Douluo were already fighting in mid-air.

The two were moving so fast that they were almost invisible.

All I could see were two beams of light, one red and one green, colliding, separating, and colliding again, each collision accompanied by a piercing metallic sound and sparks flying everywhere.

Light Feather Douluo turned to look at Thousand Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo beside him and asked in a low voice, "What should we do? We can't help at all in this situation."

Qianjun Douluo frowned, staring at the two intertwined beams of light in the sky, his tone tinged with annoyance: "Who knew that Jian Douluo would also become a level 99 Super Douluo?"

"It's all thanks to His Holiness the Pope that we came along this time. Otherwise, we would probably have been wiped out one by one by Chen Xin."

"Yes."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo added, his voice still trembling with fear, "So close, so very close."

The people on the Spirit Hall side all gasped and took a few steps back in unison, afraid that the aftershocks of the battle between the two people in the sky would affect them.

"Soul Bone Skill: Teleportation".

Just as the Spirit Hall members looked up at the sky, feeling a lingering fear, a figure suddenly appeared behind the Demon-Slaying Douluo, silently, as if emerging from the shadows.

"Soul Bone Skill: Arena of Life and Death".

The person who arrived was Wang Teng, who had rushed back with Sword Douluo.

He had been hiding in the surroundings, concealing all his aura. Everyone in the Spirit Hall was focused on Sword Douluo, and no one noticed him.

As soon as Wang Teng appeared, he was holding a dark energy ball in his hand. Red patterns flashed across the surface of the ball from time to time, emanating an ominous aura.

Without hesitation, Wang Teng pressed the black ball directly onto the back of the Demon-Slaying Douluo.

"Whoosh-"

The moment the black ball touched the Demon-Slaying Douluo's body, the surrounding space immediately distorted violently, as if it had been twisted in the middle.

"W-what happened?"

Demon-Slaying Douluo felt a tremendous suction force coming from behind him, as if he were being pulled by an invisible giant hand, and his body was involuntarily drawn towards that distorted space.

He struggled to steady himself, but he couldn't muster any strength. He was sucked into that alternate dimension and disappeared.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The Thousand-Pound Douluo beside him was both shocked and furious, watching helplessly as his partner was dragged into an unknown space.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the Martial Soul Dragon Staff and swung it fiercely at Wang Teng.

"Eighth Soul Skill: A Decisive Strike"

The Panlong Staff flew out of his hand, transforming into a golden streak of light. It moved with incredible speed, its sharp, piercing sound cutting through the air as it flew straight toward Wang Teng.

"Soul Bone Skill: Teleportation".

Wang Teng felt the power of the Title Douluo, and his pupils shrank sharply.

At the same time, he activated his soul power with all his might and instantly teleported.

Wang Teng's figure flashed and disappeared completely.

"boom--"

The Thousand-Pound Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff missed its target. The golden light passed through the spot where Wang Teng had just stood and crashed into a dilapidated wall in the distance, shattering it into pieces, sending rubble and bricks flying everywhere.

The next second, Wang Teng appeared in the ruins behind Ning Fengzhi and the others.

As soon as he emerged from the teleportation, his body was uncontrollably sent flying backward.

Wang Teng crashed into the ruins, smashing through several partially collapsed buildings.

"Boom!"

Buildings collapsed one after another, smoke and dust filled the air, and broken wood and bricks fell down, burying Wang Teng underneath.

"Wang Teng?"

Ning Fengzhi then realized what was happening and quickly turned to look at the ruins.

"Splash—"

A hand emerged from the pile of bricks and stones, followed by another hand.

Wang Teng pushed away the stones and logs pressing down on him and staggered to his feet from the ruins.

He was covered in dust from head to toe, his face was also covered in dust, and there was a cut on his forehead with blood flowing down his cheek.

"puff--"

Wang Teng suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood splattered on the ground, mixing with the dust to turn into dark red mud.

How are you?

Ning Fengzhi ran to Wang Teng's side, looked him up and down, and her voice was full of worry.

"I'm fine, Uncle Ning."

Wang Teng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. His voice was a little weak, but his eyes were still bright.

"Go quickly."

"Now that Qianjun and Jiangmo can no longer form a martial soul fusion skill, let's take them down as much as possible, and then go help Grandpa Jian."

"it is good."

Ning Fengzhi didn't hesitate and turned around to shout, "Uncle Bone, Chrysanthemum Douluo, kill!"

The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda suddenly enlarged in his palm.

A massive nine-story pagoda appeared above Ning Fengzhi's head, its body crystal clear, with nine-colored light flowing endlessly.