Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

He turned his head, took out a letter from his storage soul tool, handed it to Zhu Zhuqing, and instructed, "Zhuqing, go and report to Feng Zhi on the matters in the rear this time."

"I've written all the details in the report."

Zhu Zhuqing took the letter, put it away, and glanced at Wang Teng: "Be careful."

"Do not worry."

After Wang Teng finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the city wall, taking large strides.

Bone Douluo followed behind him, walking at a considerable pace.

Zhu Zhuqing stood there for a while, then followed the soldier leading the way toward the interior of the pass to find Ning Fengzhi's central command tent.

When Wang Teng and Bone Douluo climbed onto the city wall, their view suddenly opened up.

Beyond the pass lay an endless plain. Thirty miles away, the camps of the Spirit Hall army stretched densely across the entire horizon, a dark, endless expanse.

Banners stood tall between the tents, and one could vaguely see squads of soldiers moving about in the camp, as dense as ants.

On the vast plain between Jialing Pass and the Spirit Hall camp, several small battlefields are currently scattered.

In each small battlefield, Soul Masters were fighting, some with swords, some with guns, and some with elemental manipulation, all locked in fierce combat.

The glow of spirit rings of various colors flickered across the plain, looking from a distance like fireworks.

The sounds of clashing weapons, exploding soul skills, shouts of battle, and screams mingled together, vaguely reaching the city walls.

Bone Douluo patted Wang Teng on the shoulder, gestured downwards with his chin, and asked, "So, have you found anyone you like?"

Wang Teng did not answer immediately. His gaze swept over the Soul Masters fighting below, like a falcon searching for its prey.

"I went."

After a while, Wang Teng chose an opponent and said, "Grandpa Bone, can you protect me?"

After saying that, without waiting for Bone Douluo to reply, Wang Teng leaped off the city wall.

"Soul Bone Skill: Flight".

With a whoosh, Wang Teng's figure shot off like an arrow towards the plains beyond the pass.

He moved very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed the open space in front of the gate and landed in front of a Spirit Hall Soul Master who had just finished a battle.

He was a Soul Saint wielding a golden battle sword. He was burly with a face full of scars. He had just killed an opponent from the Heavenly Dou Alliance, and there was still blood on the blade.

He was panting heavily, full of vigor, but when he saw Wang Tengfei coming over, he not only did not back down, but grinned.

"Another one coming to die!"

With a roar, the Soul Saint of the Battle Blade rose from beneath his feet, radiating brilliant golden light.

Seventh Soul Skill: Golden Blade True Body!

The golden battle sword in the man's hand instantly increased in value.

The blade was transformed from a three-foot-long sword into a ten-meter-long giant blade.

The golden light was dazzling, and golden patterns flowed along the blade.

The surrounding air hissed as if being sliced ​​by blade energy.

Fifth Soul Skill: Sky-Splitting Slash!

With a powerful push from his legs, the Golden Battle Blade Soul Saint leaped into the air, gripped the blade with both hands, and slashed down fiercely from above.

A golden, arc-shaped blade of energy flew out from the blade, stretching over ten meters long, and slashed towards Wang Teng with a sharp whooshing sound.

Wang Teng did not dodge. White light condensed beneath his feet, and a giant spinning top appeared beneath him.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Spinning Top True Form!"

The top spun rapidly, emitting a low hum.

A semi-transparent protective shield appeared around Wang Teng, firmly protecting him on the top of the spinning top. The shield shimmered with silvery-white light.

Ultimate Skill: Impregnable Fortress!

A beastly roar emanated from the spinning top, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

A gigantic golden armored beast materialized from the outside of the spinning top, protecting it and roaring to the sky.

The armored beast was enormous, its entire body covered in thick golden scales, its limbs were as thick as pillars, its tail was short and thick, and its eyes gleamed with a cold light beneath the scales.

At this moment, Wang Teng and the spinning top seemed to transform into a giant, armored divine beast, becoming one.

"clang--"

A golden blade of energy, several meters long, cleaved down from the sky and struck the scales of the Vajra Armor solidly.

Sparks flew everywhere, golden light burst forth, and the shockwave from the explosion sent rubble flying all over the ground.

The Vajra Armor remained completely still.

Not even a white mark was left on the scales.

"what?"

The Golden Battle Blade Soul Saint's eyes widened in surprise as he asked, "What exactly is this thing?"

"Martial Soul? Or Soul Beast?"

The Soul Saint was indeed taken aback.

He clearly saw that Wang Teng's martial soul was a spinning top, but now Wang Teng and the spinning top had turned into something like the soul beast in front of him.

This Soul Saint of the Battle Blade had never seen this kind of fighting style in all his years of life.

Wang Teng didn't give him time to think.

Ultimate move: Tiger Descending the Mountain!

The figure of the Vajra Armor disappeared, replaced by a giant blue tiger that roared and charged out from the outside of the spinning top.

The tiger was even larger than the armored man, its body covered in blue and white fur, with a "king" character on its forehead, hooked claws, sword-like fangs, and eyes burning with blue flames.

This is the sacred beast of the spinning top, the Howling Tiger.

As soon as Xiaotianhu appeared, it roared and pounced on the Golden Battle Blade Soul Saint.

Its speed was astonishing; it pawed at the ground with its four claws, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Golden Battle Blade Soul Saint's pupils contracted, and he dared not be careless.

He had just witnessed the defensive power of the Vajra Armor firsthand.

The tiger in front of us is clearly an aggressive type. If it pounces on you, you'll be badly injured, if not killed.

Sixth Soul Skill: Golden Prison!

The War Blade Soul Saint plunged his golden war blade into the ground.

He placed both palms on the hilt of the sword and poured his soul power into it frantically.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Countless golden battle blades burst forth from the ground, arranged in a straight line with their tips pointing upwards and blades facing outwards, like rows of sharp fences extending towards the charging tiger.

The rocks on the ground were shattered into pieces by the blade's energy, and fragments of rock flew everywhere.

"A trivial skill."

Wang Teng's voice came from inside Xiaotianhu, tinged with disdain, "Xiaotianhu, charge!"

At this moment, Wang Teng, inside the spinning top, was like a driver, directing the Howling Tiger to charge.

"Roar--"

The Howling Tiger let out a deafening roar, its claws flashing out with undiminished speed.

Its forepaws slammed down on the golden knives that burst from the ground, shattering them like paper into countless golden fragments.

Boom boom boom.

As Xiaotianhu charged forward, the golden blade shattered in his wake.

It was like a bulldozer, crushing everything in its path.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaotianhu broke through the golden prison and rushed in front of the Golden Battle Blade Soul Saint.

"Tigers come down the mountain!"

Wang Teng roared.

The Howling Tiger swung its right claw out, the huge claw whistling through the air, and slammed solidly into the Golden Battle Blade Soul Saint.

"Snapped--"

The Golden Battle Blade Soul Saint was slapped away like a rag doll, flying dozens of meters away and rolling on the ground more than a dozen times before coming to a stop, motionless.

A large section of the War Blade Soul Saint's chest had caved in, black blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he was no longer breathing.

Wang Teng won.

In a single encounter, a Soul Saint was killed.

Before he could even catch his breath, a furious roar came from the direction of the Spirit Hall camp.

"Kid, I'll fight you!"

The sound was like thunder, rough and deep, with a kind of savage force.

Wang Teng looked up and saw a burly man over two meters tall charging towards him.

The burly man was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his whole body covered in bulging muscles, and the ground trembled with every step he took.

Although the strong man was physically imposing, he was not slow.

The burly man quickly covered a hundred feet, like a wild bull charging forward.

Wang Teng squinted and recognized the person who had come.

"Huyan Zhen?"

The sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, a level 89 Soul Douluo.

Wang Teng had met him once before in Fire Dragon Valley and was deeply impressed by him.

At that time, Hu Yanzhen also forced Wang Teng and his group to fight against the Xiangjia trainees.