Douluo Continent: Lin Dong transmigrates into Huo Yuhao

Chapter 110 I'm in a hurry, you might as well die.

A hint of resentment flickered in Zhu Ji's hidden gaze. She simply couldn't believe that the two of them, both Soul Emperors with fusion skills, plus a genius Battle Soul Emperor trained by Shrek Academy, could be so powerful.

They couldn't defeat these three Soul Kings and Soul Venerables whose combined age didn't exceed fifty. After Jing Hongchen and the others left, the three teams faced off for a moment, and Lin Dong glanced at them.

Two level 61 Soul Emperors and one level 65 Soul Emperor—if we disregard age, they can be considered to have some talent.

The golden spirit ring beneath Lin Dong's feet lit up, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed in Zhu Ji's resentful eyes:

What's this kid doing? Where on earth would a normal person have a spirit ring of this color?!

The three students opposite Lin Dong were stunned at first. To their horror, Lin Dong charged straight at them.

Although we know he has considerable physical strength, is he just going to his death charging at three people all by himself?

Zhu Ji's eyes gleamed with a delighted light. Damn little beast, since you're so eager to die, then don't blame me!

Although the opponent has three level-nine soul masters, he, the Grand Elder, and the mysterious titled Douluo powerhouse sent by the royal family only need to hold them off for a moment to kill this kid on the field.

In the end, they can only blame the kid for being too arrogant; they won't be held responsible for this.

Just as Zhu Ji was imagining Lin Dong being knocked off the stage by the three Soul Emperors, a pair of metal wings suddenly appeared behind Lin Dong, who was rushing towards the three, and he suddenly flew into the sky.

The three members of the Zhu family were stunned at first. The next moment, they felt a sharp pain in their minds. The unexpected mental interference made Lin Dong appear much more unreal in their eyes.

As soon as his vision returned, he saw that Xiao Hongchen's body was covered with cannon barrels. After Lin Dong converted his Yuan Power, the solidity of his soul power was enough to support him in controlling 188 level-5 soul-guided cannons at the same time.

After a burst of golden light, all 188 soul-guided cannons on his body were released simultaneously. This terrifying power made the three people opposite him dare not be careless in the slightest and hurriedly activated their soul power to defend themselves.

One of the female Soul Masters, named Zhu Qing, changed her expression. Her Martial Soul was the Netherworld Cat. As an agility-type Soul Master, her defensive power was probably not comparable to that of a typical defensive-type Soul King.

Her prized speed was practically useless against such precise and wide-ranging attacks, but Wang Zhong simply snorted coldly:

"let me!"

Suddenly, a large cyan bell appeared, its mouth flying straight towards the soul-guided cannonballs fired by Xiao Hongchen. At the same time, the bell suddenly grew several times larger, directly absorbing all the soul-guided cannonballs into the cauldron.

As Wang Zhong's first and third spirit rings lit up, the spirit-guided cannonball made a muffled sound inside Zhong, and the attack, which was enough to injure a level 60 spirit emperor, was completely neutralized by him.

Wang Zhong smiled smugly, looked at Lin Dong in the sky, and snorted coldly:

"So what if you can fly? I'll see if you can fly faster than my Immovable Bell."

A purple soul ring lit up beneath his feet, and the cyan bell flew directly toward Lin Dong in a strange arc. The Silent Dragon Thunder Spear flashed out from Lin Dong's hand.

The bell, which had suddenly come flying towards them, collided violently. Although Lin Dong was forced back a bit by the bell's terrifying power, the bell that Wang Zhong had activated was also sent flying several meters backward.

Wang Zhong was startled by Lin Dong's attack. How could this kid's soul tool be so tough? It actually managed to neutralize my third soul skill. It seems I can't be careless.

As Wang Zhong began to take Lin Dong seriously, the level 61 offensive Soul Master named Dai Heng let out a roar and shot forward like an arrow.

The first, third, and fifth spirit rings flashed alternately, completing the transformation at top speed.

The three amplification skills—White Tiger Protective Barrier, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, and White Tiger Demon God Transformation—allowed him to boost his strength to the extreme in just a few breaths.

By the time he finished unleashing his three soul skills, he had already rushed across the center of the arena, demonstrating the terrifying speed he possessed. His fierce aura seemed to be tearing everything in front of him to shreds.

His target was none other than Xiao Hongchen, who had just used up a considerable amount of energy after unleashing his soul skill. At the same time, the agility-type soul master named Zhu Qing also flashed towards Xiao Hongchen's figure and attacked rapidly.

But Meng Hongchen, who had been conserving his strength, would not let them have their way. A suit of ice-blue armor suddenly appeared.

The close-fitting armor didn't feel bulky at all, and the magnificent blue and gold patterns on the armor made Meng Hongchen, who was already very beautiful, even more dashing.

A pair of icy blue longswords extended from his hands, each three feet long and slender. Behind him, three pairs of wings, each only a foot long, also unfurled, emanating a strong aura of icy coldness.

The icy blue headband on her head, paired with her beautiful armor, made her captivating appearance so alluring that both Dai Heng and Wang Zhong couldn't help but feel a hint of covetousness in their eyes.

Meng Hongchen waved his slender sword indifferently, and two icy blue lights appeared in mid-air, crossing to form a cross and slashing towards Dai Heng and Zhu Qing.

The light blade flew through the air, yet it remained solid and did not dissipate, just like a soul skill. Dai Heng did not dodge, even though he knew that Meng Hongchen's attack was poisonous.

But as long as he could defeat her, his family would naturally find a way to help him. His palm transformed into five golden blades of light, which he fiercely slashed at the center of the cross-shaped slash.

"Pfft—" The cross slash shattered, but exploded into a sky full of white mist. Without a doubt, it was filled with the deadly poison of the Zhu Qing Ice Toad.

Although Dai Heng could rely on his physical body to withstand the poison, Zhu Qing's body could not withstand such willfulness. She immediately activated her soul power, touched the ground with her toes, and leaped over the light blade.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Xiao Hongchen, his first and second soul rings lit up at the same time, and he launched Netherworld Thrust and Netherworld Hundred Claws simultaneously. Unexpectedly, Xiao Hongchen's figure disappeared in an instant.

Amidst Zhu Qing's bewildered gaze, Xiao Hongchen appeared beside Meng Hongchen, and the two launched an attack simultaneously, temporarily forcing Dai Heng back.

Dai Heng stared at the strange scene before him, but had no time to think. He turned and ran towards Zhu Qing.

Since they know how to join forces, I can't be arrogant. It's time to let them see the legendary Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

The moment they made contact with Zhu Qing, Dai Heng's Evil-Eyed White Tiger and Zhu Qing's Netherworld Cat began to slowly approach each other, their soul powers intertwining to form a unique energy field.

Under the influence of this energy, the two martial souls began to undergo subtle changes. Their forms gradually blurred and eventually merged into a brand new martial soul—the Netherworld White Tiger.

Seeing the imposing white tiger before them, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen were not to be outdone. After their palms collided, their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was unleashed.

The lingering attachments of the mortal world are awakened!

Although the two opponents were prepared, they were still surprised by the huge red toad in front of them. The white tiger shone with golden light and charged towards the red toad.

The Martial Soul Fusion Technique unleashed by the two Soul Emperors had already surpassed the strength of a Soul Saint. Even if their opponent also used a Martial Soul Fusion Technique, they did not believe they could not defeat him.

As the golden vortex spewed from the red toad's mouth collided with the enormous Netherworld White Tiger, Lin Dong was already entangled in a fierce battle with Wang Zhong, wielding the Silent Dragon Thunder Spear.

The seemingly bulky cyan bell, under Wang Zhong's control, became exceptionally agile. Lin Dong looked at the somewhat annoying cyan bell in front of him.

He couldn't help but frown. This damned tortoise shell was really annoying. Wang Zhong also seemed somewhat dissatisfied with himself for not being able to defeat Lin Dong with swift and decisive means.

The black spirit ring beneath his feet lit up, and the already enormous cyan bell grew to more than three times its original size, releasing a tremendous suction force from its mouth.

"The Immovable Bell, swallowing heaven and earth!"

Caught off guard, Lin Dong was directly sucked in, and a look of wild joy appeared in Wang Zhong's eyes:

Damn brat, now that you've entered my Immovable Bell, just wait to have your soul drained and die.

Ye Yulin and Lin Jiayi looked at Jing Hongchen beside them and asked softly:

"Are you going to admit defeat, Dean? That kid's bell might not be so simple. If Lin Dong stays inside any longer, his life might be in danger."

Zhu Ji's eyes also became somewhat excited at this moment. If they could really get rid of Lin Dong, the cultivation resources bestowed by the royal family might allow their Zhu family to no longer be just an accessory to the Dai family's martial soul fusion technique.

Jing Hongchen's face showed no sign of panic, but rather a confident smile:

"Just wait and see. With an opponent of this caliber, admitting defeat? Are you kidding me?"

Zhu Ji's eyes were filled with disdain; she had a certain understanding of Wang Zhong's strength.

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Once his fifth soul skill absorbs an opponent, even a genius from Shrek Academy will have to admit defeat because they cannot break through the Immovable Bell's defense and will have their soul power drained.

It can be said that anyone below the Soul Saint level has almost zero chance of winning if Wang Zhong successfully absorbs them into the bell, let alone a mere Soul Venerable like him.

The people of Sun and Moon are indeed a bunch of good-for-nothings who only know how to talk big and rely on external things. Even now they are still pretending to be calm. It seems they don't value this kid much. It looks like this huge reward will have to be given to the Zhu family to enjoy.

Under Zhu Ji's somewhat excited gaze, Wang Zhong, who had just been full of confidence, suddenly turned ashen-faced. What happened? Where was the soul power on his bell?

Why didn't I absorb his soul power? Instead, the soul power I had attached to the bell decreased significantly. How could this guy be so strange!

As he felt his control over the Immovable Clock gradually weaken, a strange sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart.

Almost instantly, to everyone's astonishment, a tiny crack suddenly appeared on the immovable bell that was radiating a bright blue light.

The sounds of "Bang! Bang! Bang!..." echoed continuously, and a palm print appeared on the seemingly indestructible blue bell.

Having suffered such a severe attack on his martial spirit, Wang Zhong was naturally in considerable pain, his blood and qi churning violently within him.

This was the first time he had faced this situation after unleashing his ten-thousand-year soul skill, and the unease in his heart instantly intensified.

As he desperately tried to activate his soul power to stabilize the state of the Azure Bell, the palm print on the bell became increasingly clear.

With a muffled thud, the palm print on the green bell turned into a dark hole, from which a hand gleaming with black light emerged.

With his martial spirit severely damaged, Wang Zhong instantly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, his eyes filled with utter terror.

Lin Dong flew directly out of the ever-expanding black hole and flew towards him at an extremely terrifying speed.

His own Immovable Bell defense was comparable to that of a Soul Saint, yet it was destroyed by a Soul Venerable, and in such a humiliating way!

Enraged, blood gushed from his mouth. Before he could recover, Lin Dong was already in front of him.

He delivered a punch with a blank expression: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry. You might as well just die."

The force of the punch suddenly arrived, and Wang Zhong's already weakened body crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater.

His chest suddenly caved in, and his eyes, wide open in defiance, had barely reacted before he completely lost his life.

Lin Dong wiped the blood from his hands expressionlessly, frowned, and pondered:

Unexpectedly, this broken bell actually possessed some rudimentary devouring power. However, compared to the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, its devouring power was naturally no better than showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

However, this weakened version of the Ancestral Symbol Hand and the Golden Platform Demon Suppressing Palm was indeed not very powerful. Although I didn't want to use my full strength, it still took me so long to break the broken bell.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation on the field, Ye Yulin and Lin Jiayi swallowed hard, their faces filled with astonishment. It was the first time they had ever seen Lin Dong kill someone.

He remained so nonchalant, his level of skill was completely unlike that of a teenager, and his indifferent expression was so calm it defied logic!

Zhu Ji's expression at this moment was even more interesting. Her initial smugness was replaced by shock and anger, and she quickly turned her gaze to another battlefield.

Fortunately, the Netherworld White Tiger seemed to have achieved some suppressive effect, but Lin Dong naturally wouldn't give them a chance to breathe.

Within three breaths, Lin Dong had already flown to the Netherworld White Tiger, a black smear appearing on his palm:

Ancestral Talisman Hand!

Although it only weakens countless versions of the Ancestral Symbol Hand, it is still a very useful Soul Skill for weakening them.

The black handprint, magnified several times, landed on the Netherworld White Tiger. The moment the mysterious black energy clung to it, it directly weakened the Netherworld White Tiger's soul power fluctuations by 20%!

They were already quite exhausted from their previous battle with Xiao Hongchen and his sister, and with Lin Dong's strange methods, the two of them couldn't help but feel a little hesitant to fight.

But at this moment, Xiao Hongchen and his sister, due to the depletion of their soul power, dispelled the state of their martial soul fusion skill, and Dai Heng and his companion seemed to have seized the opportunity again.

Unexpectedly, Meng Hongchen's lips curled into a smile. This was an intentional arrangement by Lin Dong to prevent the two from admitting defeat.

The Netherworld White Tiger roared and charged toward the three of them. Lin Dong's Silent Dragon Thunder Spear shone with purple light, and the Xiao Hongchen siblings, who had just broken free from their worldly attachments, instantly reunited.

The moment the crimson-gold vortex swallowed the white tiger, the purple lightning dragon completed its final attack.

Under Zhu Ji's complex gaze, the Netherworld White Tiger completely disintegrated, leaving behind Dai Heng and Zhu Qing, their faces blackened and their bodies poisoned, submerged in golden magma...

(End of this chapter)