Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Teng is looking forward to his new skills making a name for himself.

Even if he couldn't achieve anything, he had prepared a backup plan to deal with Bibi Dong's counterattack.

But to Wang Teng's surprise—

Bibi Dong did not dodge.

No attack.

There was not even any resistance.

She did nothing.

Bibi Dong stood there, watching helplessly as the black lightning bolt pierced through her chest.

"boom--"

A large hole was blown open in her chest.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The dark green Rakshasa divine power scattered and fell like shattered glass.

Bibi Dong's body swayed.

"puff--"

She coughed up a mouthful of blood and then fell backward.

"boom!"

Bibi Dong slammed heavily onto the ring.

Her breath quickly faded.

Wang Teng was stunned. He frowned, somewhat incredulous.

"Could he be faking it? That's impossible."

Wang Teng cautiously approached Bibi Dong.

Step by step.

Walk up to her.

There was no trap.

There is no backup plan.

Bibi Dong lay on the ground with a large hole in her chest, golden blood and dark green divine power mixed together and flowing all over the ground.

At this moment, she was already critically injured and on the verge of death.

Wang Teng took a deep breath and slowly said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Bibi Dong opened her eyes, a complex expression on her face.

She looked at Wang Teng, and her lips moved slightly.

"Could you... build my grave... next to Xue'er's?"

"can."

Wang Teng nodded in agreement.

He did not tell Bibi Dong that Qian Renxue had already perished.

Anyway, we can arrange a cenotaph for him when the time comes.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes.

She is dead.

He died just like that.

Wang Teng looked at the woman, his feelings somewhat complicated.

He sighed heavily and then extended his right hand.

A suction force surged from Wang Teng's palm.

Bibi Dong's body began to decompose rapidly.

Flesh, bones, and soul power all transformed into the purest energy and were absorbed into his body.

In the end, only a pile of clothes and a few pieces of soul bone remained on the spot.

Wang Teng bent down, picked up the items, and put them away.

He also has to build tombs for Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.

……

Outside the arena, in front of Jialing Pass.

A black arena, thousands of meters long, stretched between the two sides.

The light shield blocked all sight and sound.

People outside can't see or hear anything.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

The Spirit Hall members stared anxiously at the arena.

The Heavenly Dou Alliance forces were also keeping a close eye on it.

Nobody knows what happened inside.

Sudden--

The darkness dissipated.

The light shield disappeared.

Only one person remained on the stage.

It's Wang Teng.

He stood there alone, his feet clean.

There was no Bibi Dong, no blood, and no trace of a fight.

The people from the Spirit Hall turned pale.

The Heavenly Dou Alliance members were stunned at first, then erupted in deafening cheers.

Wang Teng ignored those voices.

He flew directly to Ning Fengzhi's side and said, "Uncle Ning, you can make the arrangements."

Then he casually waved his hand.

A golden-red divine power spread out, sealing the soul power of all the Title Douluos on the Spirit Hall's side.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed drastically. He tried to struggle, but found that his soul power was locked up and he could not move at all.

The same goes for everyone else.

Wang Teng didn't look at them again.

He turned and flew towards the interior of the pass.

He flies very fast.

We passed through the city walls, through the streets, and through courtyard after courtyard.

Finally, he stopped in front of a small courtyard.

The courtyard is small, but very exquisite.

Blue bricks and gray tiles, with a few vines climbing the walls.

The door was ajar.

Wang Teng pushed open the door and went in.

The courtyard was very quiet.

In the very center there is a pavilion, and under the pavilion, a woman in black is meditating with her eyes closed.

Zhu Zhuqing.

She sat there cross-legged, her breathing steady, her soul power flowing slowly around her.

It's been a long time since I've seen Zhu Zhuqing. She's thinner than before, and the lines on her face are more defined.

Wang Teng walked quietly to Zhu Zhuqing and called softly, "Zhuqing—"

Zhu Zhuqing slowly opened her eyes.

She was taken aback at first, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

Wang Teng opened his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing immediately pounced on her.

The two of them hugged each other tightly.

Wang Teng put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's waist and buried his face in her hair.

Zhu Zhuqing gripped Wang Teng's clothes tightly, her fingers turning slightly white from the force.

At that moment, no one spoke.

The courtyard was quiet, save for the increasingly heavy breathing of two people.

Chapter 542 The Grand Finale

The war between Heaven Dou and the Spirit Hall has ended.

The allied forces, led by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, won.