In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

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It must be said that even if it's not a top-tier technique, the Golden Roc Technique is still quite extraordinary.

In the air, Flander had a thought, and colored runes flashed on his wings.

After he arranged the runes according to his understanding, something astonishing happened.

The wind resistance has disappeared. And the speed of the eruption is at least twice as fast as before.

Furthermore, Flanders also knew why his understanding of the subtleties was not yet fully developed; it was far from reaching its limit.

In the past, even flying non-stop at full speed, it would take a whole day to get back to Shrek Academy.

But today, in less than half a day, Shrek Academy has appeared before his eyes.

However, before he could land, his brows furrowed instantly, because he sensed a powerful aura being released in the dense forest.

At the same time, there was also a faint scent.

He recognized him immediately; it was Zhao Wuji.

"Damn it, someone's come to cause trouble again!"

Flander's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he plummeted downwards.

Almost simultaneously, in the woods next to Shrek Academy.

"Come out. I know you're here."

Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice. At the same time, he completed his Martial Soul Possession in the first instant.

Seven soul rings, yellow, purple, black, and black, pulsated rhythmically around his body, shimmering with dazzling light.

Especially the three black, ten-thousand-year-old soul rings, which looked incredibly profound.

A black figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree. This person was entirely shrouded in black armor, and wore a black hood over their head. From their appearance...

All that can be seen is that he is a tall man.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji coldly demanded, having fully activated his Martial Soul, the Mighty Vajra Bear. His entire body radiated a wild aura, exuding an imposing, unyielding presence. The pressure of a Soul Saint-level being was overwhelming.

They surged towards the man in black like a tidal wave.

However, this oppressive aura, powerful enough to force low-level Soul Masters to kneel, had absolutely no effect on the man in black. Not even the hem of his robe twitched. He said calmly, "In this small..."

I met Acala in this small place; there's nothing else to it, I just wanted to have a friendly spar with you.

As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand, and instantly, a black light condensed in his palm, transforming into a black giant hammer.

At the same time, a total of nine spirit rings quietly appeared on his body.

Two yellows, two purples, and five blacks.

Strangely, the nine spirit rings did not pulse rhythmically like Zhao Wuji's; instead, they remained still in different positions on the black-clad man's body, completely enveloping him.

Nine spirit rings are already an extremely terrifying existence, but Zhao Wuji's attention was focused on his last spirit ring, which was black with a faint red tinge showing through...

Nine-ringed Title Douluo... 100,000-year Soul Ring...

Upon seeing the man in black release nine soul rings, Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine, as if splashed with cold water.

He understood the gap between high-level Soul Masters all too well. Once you reach level 60 or above, even a difference of just one level can result in a significant difference in strength.

The two watches appear to be twenty levels apart on the dial, but the actual difference is indescribable.

Those who come with ill intentions will not come with good intentions. Only by surviving can one output damage… Zhao Wuji quickly changed his attitude and respectfully asked, “May I ask which senior has graced us with their presence? There’s no need for sparring.”

"I humbly admit defeat."

"That's not up to you!"

The man in black said calmly, "You can take this as me bullying the weak."

Having said that, without emitting any powerful aura, the man in black walked step by step towards Zhao Wuji. The black giant hammer hit the ground, leaving a ditch in the earth.

Zhao Wuji's mind raced, but no matter how he looked at it, today's situation was a dead end!

However, at that moment, the man in black suddenly stopped. He looked up into the distance, where a golden dot with a long tail was approaching.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see a person in the golden light and shadow, with eight spirit rings shining with dazzling light.

Finally, a hint of surprise flickered in his otherwise calm tone: "A Soul Douluo powerhouse? That shouldn't be the case. How could a Soul Douluo powerhouse appear here?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Golden Roc Slays the Heavenly Blade

The man in black frowned slightly. He could easily crush Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, but to suppress a Soul Douluo-level Soul Master, he would have to use some of his true power.

That's real strength.

If that happened, his identity might be exposed. He couldn't imagine what would happen afterward.

In severe cases, it could even attract the pursuit of the Spirit Hall. He couldn't bear such an outcome.

After all, her son had spent so much time with that 100,000-year-old soul beast and had already won its favor.

With just a little effort, obtaining a 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone is a piece of cake.

go!

That was his only thought.

however.

In the brief moment of his thoughts racing and making up his mind, it was too late for him to leave and back out.

Because the golden light seemed to be on the horizon one second, and then appeared right in front of them as if it had teleported, with only a hundred meters between them.

One hundred meters is nothing to strong people like them.

"How could it be so fast?"

The man in black's eyelids twitched, his heart filled with disbelief.

Let alone Contra.

Among all the titled Douluo-level powerhouses he knew, not one could achieve such speed!

Am I seeing things? Is the newcomer a Title Douluo?

He suddenly began to doubt himself.

However, the pulsating soul rings on the opponent's body constantly proved his strength as a Soul Douluo!

That's right!

Unexpectedly, besides the four major affiliated sects, there are actually people who can cultivate a single attribute to its extreme!

The man in black secretly assessed the situation. In his opinion, this person was only comparable to a Title Douluo in terms of speed, nothing special.

However, the truth was slapped in the face the very next moment.

"Golden Roc Slaying Heaven's Blade!"

Then, a cold shout was heard.

He clearly saw the countless golden runes on the man's wings rearranged like tadpoles. Then, an extremely powerful aura suddenly erupted.

Sharp and domineering!

It was as if those were no longer wings, but two domineering and incomparable heavenly blades!

How could someone possess such incredible speed, and also unleash attacks comparable to a Title Douluo? Who is he? How can he have such bizarre soul skills…? The man in black was stunned. He keenly sensed…

A hint of danger was detected.

But in that moment of stunned silence, two golden wings had already traversed a hundred meters of space, slashing down like two celestial blades.

"Haotian's true form!"

The man in black's pupils contracted, and his seventh soul ring lit up as he immediately activated his strongest defensive soul skill.

The massive black hammer inflated like a balloon, growing to the size of a water tank in the blink of an eye. Then, it was raised like a shield, and the man in black, slightly hunched over, hid behind it.

Behind.

That's right, he, a member of the prestigious Haotian Sect... actually chose to defend.

If this got out, people would probably laugh their heads off.

What happened to the promised number one weapon spirit in the world?

Where's the promised unparalleled attack?

Actually, the man in black also felt a little bitter inside.

Even if he possesses exceptional strength and can easily defeat ordinary Title Douluos, he still needs to be prepared.

But all of this happened too fast, too suddenly. And the opponent's attack was too fierce.

To launch a counterattack from a desperate situation and confront them head-on, you need at least an eighth-ring or higher soul skill.

That would make it much harder for me to hide my identity!

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, two golden celestial blades struck the black giant hammer with tremendous force.

A terrifying shockwave spread, and an incomparably powerful soul force swept in all directions. Within a radius of a hundred meters, all vegetation was reduced to dust.

Seeing the devastation all around, the man in black was secretly alarmed.

The power of this attack is no less than that of a level 92 Title Douluo.

Can you believe a Contra can have such a terrifying burst of power?

Among those he knew, only Yang Wudi of the Broken Clan could barely manage to do this. But Yang Wudi simply didn't have that kind of speed!

So who exactly is this person?

However, this suspense didn't last long before Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise, "Big Owl, it's you!"

The golden light receded, and he stared at the figure that appeared, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard, only daring to believe the fact after the pain subsided.

As longtime partners, both at the Soul Saint level for many years, how come they've become powerhouses comparable to Title Douluos in just a few days?

Zhao Wuji felt as if he were living in a dream.