Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

For Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level or above, only the use of their seventh Soul Ring can prove they have used their full strength. And Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Breaking Clan, possesses an incredibly powerful seventh Soul Skill, the True Body of the Weapon Soul.

Everything in this world is preordained by fate. Cultivating a weapon spirit is inherently more difficult than cultivating a beast spirit. Therefore, in the later stages of cultivation, the power of a weapon spirit's soul skills often surpasses that of a beast spirit, and this is the case with the true form of a weapon spirit.

While the Beast Martial Soul's true form is powerful, its amplification effect is slightly inferior to that of the Weapon Soul's true form. After the Soul-Breaking Spear releases its Weapon Soul's true form, its shape does not change drastically; it appears to be the same size as before.

But at this moment, the Soul-Breaking Spear had completely transformed into a black flame form, and Yang Wudi's body had also turned black, the same black as the Soul-Breaking Spear, except that he did not have that layer of flame on his body.

At this moment, Yang Wudi and his spear became one, instantly breaking through the air currents to arrive in front of Tuoba Xi and thrusting out his spear. His sharpness was fully revealed, causing even the titled Douluo watching the battle to tense up, their eyes showing solemnity. Because at this moment, Yang Wudi possessed the ability to injure or even kill them.

Chapter 74 Successive Captures

"Ding~~~"

Within the battlefield beneath the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect, as Yang Wudi unleashed seven consecutive rings to reach his peak attack power, Tuoba Xi's ninth soul ring also shone brightly at that moment. The powerful soul force fluctuations released an incomparably dazzling earth-yellow light, causing the earth to tremble instantly within a radius of ten thousand meters.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With three consecutive muffled thuds, the three single-attribute Soul Saints, including Yang Wudi who was at the peak of his attack power, were instantly sent flying. The ground beneath their feet seemed to shake like waves, and many Soul Masters felt unsteady on their feet.

"The three of you certainly have reason to be proud, forcing me to use my ninth soul skill. But now, it all ends here."

Tuoba hope's voice came from the enormous mouth of the white-armored earth dragon. As it raised its claws, endless sand and stones, swept up in a yellowish-brown storm, rushed towards Yang Wudi and the other two.

"Old gorilla. Old ox."

Titan and Niu Gao were somewhat overwhelmed by this method. Their massive martial spirit bodies were instantly trapped. Only Yang Wudi, by constantly manipulating the black spear in his hand and using exquisite attack techniques to break through all the flying sand and stones, managed to escape temporarily.

"This guy is quite troublesome, like a hedgehog."

After trapping Titan and Niu Gao, Tuoba hope turned his attention to Yang Wudi, but now he was in a bit of a dilemma. Dealing with this guy with explosive attack power would be easy for him to crush the opponent, since the latter had focused all his attack power. With his defense, as long as he traded blows, killing the opponent would only result in minor injuries.

But Yan's order to him was to capture him alive. This guy in front of him, who liked to fight to the death, obviously wouldn't cooperate, and he was afraid that he might accidentally kill him.

"Venerable She Long and Venerable Ci Xue, the Po clan is not only skilled in attack, but also adept at using poison. We request that you personally take action."

Yan noticed Tuoba Xi's predicament and immediately made corresponding arrangements. Two Soul Douluos with impressive auras led hundreds of Weapon Soul Masters to surround Yang Wudi and the Po Clan.

She Long and Ci Xue were both Soul Douluos personally selected by Yan. They were strong members of the Spirit Hall and were both level 89 Soul Douluos. In the original story, they had successfully broken through to the title level 20 years later and were strong enough to restrain the Breaking Clan.

On the battlefield, just as Yang Wudi once again wielded his spear, shattering the flying rocks and sand, two powerful figures descended from behind him, completely blocking his path of advance or retreat.

"She Long".

Venerable Shelong landed in front of Yang Wudi, his slender figure as straight and sharp as a javelin. He nodded to the latter and introduced himself as an opponent worthy of his respect.

After releasing his martial soul, a serpent spear appeared in his hand. It was about twelve feet long, with a curved spearhead and a forked point like a snake's tongue. The spear was entirely blue-purple with two yellow, three purple, and three black rings, and eight spirit rings surrounded it. Its spirit power, approaching that of a titled Douluo, was extremely oppressive.

If Yang Wudi was a perfect fusion of man and spear, then he went a step further, approaching a complete integration in some sense. He didn't need to do anything deliberately; the spear and his body had already achieved a terrifying level of harmony. High-level Soul Masters with Weapon Souls are, in some ways, often more terrifying than Soul Masters with Beast Souls.

The Bloodthirsty Venerable behind Yang Wudi was of medium build and average build, with a soul ring configuration of two yellow, three purple, and three black, and did not look particularly special.

But when he released his martial spirit, his body swelled up like an inflating balloon, with countless purple spikes emerging from his body and covering his skin.

His appearance was extremely ferocious at this moment; even his hands had turned into purple spikes, and his entire body was shrouded in this peculiar purple. This Soul Master's Martial Soul was actually the extremely rare Porcupinefish, and he had even cultivated it to the level of Soul Douluo.

This martial spirit possesses abilities such as potent poison, a strong body, and the ability to project poisonous stings. It is an extremely dangerous martial spirit and is highly effective against the poison techniques of the Breaking Clan.

The Soul Masters of the Broken Clan released various poisons throughout the battlefield. However, as the Bloodthirsty Venerable opened his mouth and inhaled, his third Soul Ring shone brightly. He swallowed most of the poisons in the field like a whale sucking water, leaving not a single drop behind.

After the terrifying poison entered his body, the Bloodthirsty Venerable's entire body was covered with an unusual glow, and the dense purple spikes all over his body were dyed with a thick halo of strange color. The poisoning methods of the many soul masters of the Breaking Clan immediately became ineffective.

With Titan and Niu Gao subdued, Yang Wudi confronted She Long. The three races' soul masters who charged out lost their leader and were surrounded by many soul masters. In the end, they were no match for the overwhelming number of people and were subdued one by one, pinned to the ground.

Yang Wudi forced himself to calm down, the Soul-Breaking Spear in his palm trembling slightly, its dark edge concealed.

Just as he made the slightest movement, Venerable Shelong moved, his figure rushing forward like the wind. The serpent spear did not extend outward, but instead trailed diagonally at his side, leaving a long trail of afterimages behind him. It gave people a sense of unpredictability and illusion.

As he passed Yang Wudi, his spear flashed, conjuring nine beams of light that enveloped Yang Wudi. The black light lashed out like a venomous dragon, but instead of retreating, Yang Wudi advanced, his eyes blazing with light, and his explosive soul power, brimming with sharpness, was suddenly unleashed.

His opponent attacked nine points, but he only took one, completely disregarding his own defense. The black light on the Soul-Breaking Spear surged, and all his aura was concentrated on this one spear, which went straight for She Long.

Yang Wudi's spear, filled with a tragic aura, forced She Long's nine illusory light images to merge into one, and the purplish-blue serpent spear could only strike Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear from the front.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, a black light flashed at the point where the two clashed. She Long's figure swayed, while Yang Wudi took half a step back. In a pure clash of soul power, he was ultimately no match for this level 89 Soul Douluo.

"You deliberately left so many openings, trying to trade blows with me, but this is not a duel between the two of us, and I have no need to rush. Although this is not good, it is the only way to avoid hurting you. After you join the Spirit Hall, the two of us can have a fair fight."

She Long steadied himself and locked his aura onto Yang Wudi. When he locked onto Yang Wudi, he immediately discovered that this person was almost full of flaws. The other party wanted to force him to exchange injuries, but now his task was just to trap his opponent.

"Shameless! I will never side with the Spirit Hall."

Yang Wudi spoke with absolute certainty, but the next moment he immediately held his breath, turned around, and thrust, but She Long was faster than him, meeting his spear with his own.

Restraint is relative. Yang Wudi's penetrating attack is much less powerful against other soul masters of the same type because his penetration also depends on his moves. Soul masters of the same type can counter his moves by engaging in a clash of techniques, preventing his penetrating attacks from accumulating to their maximum power.

Behind him, the fifth spirit ring of Bloodthorn flickered, and a cloud of poisonous mist enveloped him. Facing the combined attack of two Soul Douluos who countered his methods, Yang Wudi's stamina was gradually depleted, and his hand holding the Soul-Breaking Spear trembled slightly.

Chapter 75 Polar Stillness

"Give it to me, break it..."

Yang Wudi's breathing became rapid. He realized that his time and opportunities were running out. He couldn't wait until he was completely exhausted and captured. He forced himself to circulate his last bit of soul power, and his three ten-thousand-year soul rings shone brightly at the same time.

The pitch-black flames spread across his body once more, and Yang Wudi's eyes were filled with determination as he unleashed a devastating spear strike. The powerful energy carrying the terrifying spear thrust straight at Venerable Bloodthirst. This time, he charged forward without hesitation, ignoring even Venerable Shelong's serpent spear that blocked his attack.

Before this, when he fought against She Long, although both of them were injured, he still thought of seeking victory in defeat. But now he knew that there was no chance today, and he had already resolved to die.

His move wasn't to kill, but to commit suicide. He thrust his spear forward, drawing blood, forcing She Long to parry. However, he continued charging forward recklessly. If that spear had landed, he would have surely died, because he didn't want to be captured and had already resolved to die.

Yang Wudi was proud and courageous. Realizing that his opponent intended to exhaust him before capturing him, he would rather die. But even if he died, he would not commit suicide; instead, he would die fearlessly at the hands of his enemy.

At this moment, Venerable Shelong was in a dilemma. Yang Wudi's spear was not only fast but also extremely powerful. If he ignored it, Venerable Cixue would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. If he tried to block it, Yang Wudi would charge forward recklessly and he would surely die as well. The other party was determined to die.

"Sigh! He's quite a talented person, why is he so depressed?"

A sigh came from beside Yan. A figure appeared in front of Yang Wudi at some point. After parrying with a stick, the figure retreated slightly. The stick's shadow spun heavily, dissipating the force. The spear that Venerable Shelong could not handle was easily neutralized. Yang Wudi's body was also trapped in place by a hand with a gentle force.

"I am known as the Demon Slayer. If you are willing to submit to the Spirit Hall, I can offer you some guidance."

This old man was none other than the Seventh Elder of the Spirit Hall, the Demon-Slaying Douluo. Yang Wudi's desperate move was extremely powerful. Although She Long was slightly stronger than Yang Wudi, he still found it difficult to deal with the latter's desire to die. However, against an Elder of the 96th level, even if he wanted to die, it would be very difficult for him.

"The Demon-Slaying Douluo is a powerful figure from the previous generation. He and the Sixth Elder of the Spirit Hall, the Thousand-Pound Douluo, are twin brothers. Their combined strength is enough to rank them among the top three in the Spirit Hall."

Beyond the distant battlefield, Sword Douluo Chen Xin watched the Demon-Slaying Douluo leap into the arena, a hint of solemnity in his eyes. "The Spirit Hall has even sent an elder this time, truly leaving no chance whatsoever."

These two elders are exceptionally powerful. Add to that the Ghostly Demon and Moon Gate, and even if the strongest experts from our three upper sects were to join forces, our chances of victory wouldn't be great.

"Old Goat".

When Yang Wudi's Soul-Shattering Spear finally dissipated and he collapsed to the ground, Baihe, who was protecting the group of elderly, weak, women and children, felt a deep sorrow in his heart.

Of the four major clans, Yang Wudi had the best relationship with him. How could he not understand his old friend's final actions? He was unwilling to fall into the hands of the Spirit Hall and was seeking death. In the end, he could not even die, which was extremely tragic and miserable.

He looked around and saw that Titan and Niu Gao had just been dragged out of the ground, and the three powerful clan leaders who had charged out of the battle had almost all been captured and dragged away.

The numerous Soul Masters of the Min Clan hovered low in the air, protecting the elderly, weak, women, and children below who lacked cultivation. However, by this time, their situation was also dire. The encirclement in the sky was constantly tightening, and the flying Soul Masters dispatched by the Spirit Hall from the Heaven Dou Holy Temple had arrived.

"Minzhi clan, take the children and break out on your own..."

Bai He's eyes reddened, and he suddenly darted down from the crowd, picked up the two children, and after taking a deep look at the three old friends who had been captured alive, his seventh soul ring flashed instantly. Accompanied by the light of his martial soul, the Swift-tailed Swift streaked across the sky like a streak of light, flying towards the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect, which was more than a hundred meters away.

At this moment, Bai He had only one thought in his mind: to escape. He had to escape to the ancestral land of Haotian Sect. Even if all four major sects fell, he had to preserve a little bit of embers.

The Swift is an extremely fast martial soul, and he is the most powerful cultivator in his clan. Even ordinary titled Douluo cannot keep up with his speed.

Given his agility, escaping alone would have been difficult, but not impossible. However, he was not alone; he had friends and family, and he could not abandon them, so he held out until now.

However, the situation was different now. The soul masters of the three major clans had failed to break through the formation and had all been captured. It was basically impossible for the Min clan alone to protect nearly 10,000 elderly, weak, women and children.

Given the current situation, the only option is to preserve some of the seeds for the future. Although he is in great pain, this is the only choice he has at the moment. He can take a small number of children with him without affecting the speed and send them to the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect. Even if they go into seclusion, it is better than being captured alive by the Spirit Hall.

"You want to leave by force? I've been waiting for you. It's not that easy."

Two figures suddenly appeared in the sky. It was Yue Guan, who had been protecting Yan, who made his move. Of course, Gui Mei was with him.

A brilliant silver flame shot up from the ghost's body almost instantly, while Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who was right next to him, also had a layer of golden flames rising from his body at the same time.

In that instant, the nine spirit rings on their bodies lit up almost simultaneously, making the gold and silver flames on their bodies even more magnificent.

The two titled figures stood facing each other, their hands clasped together. Ghost and Moon Pass's bodies suddenly merged, and their eighteen soul rings instantly coalesced into a huge earth-gold-silver halo that quietly flew out.

Suddenly, the world seemed to turn into gold and silver, and everything around seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

The bodies of Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo disappeared the moment the golden and silver halo was formed. The huge halo rushed into the western sky of the Haotian Sect's ancestral land and transformed into a huge halo with a diameter of over 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, even the white crane, which was as fast as a streak of light, froze in mid-air after traveling less than thirty meters, unable to take another step.

How powerful could a Martial Soul Fusion Skill performed by two Title Douluos be? Bai He and the Min Clan members who were preparing to leave with their children witnessed it today; the power of the ghosts and gods was utterly powerless against them.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo always act together, not only because of their close relationship, but more importantly because of the existence of this Martial Soul Fusion Technique, which is itself a great secret of the Spirit Hall.

In the present day, there are very few Soul Masters who possess Martial Soul Fusion Skills, and even fewer Title Douluo who possess Martial Soul Fusion Skills.

The skill with its dazzling gold and silver rings is called the Bipolar Stillness Domain, a dual-attribute domain that can freeze an opponent's skills and actions. Even a 100,000-year-old soul beast would be instantly controlled if it fell into it, and soul masters of the Agility Clan would have no chance of escaping.

Chapter 76 The Backbone is Broken

"Buzz..."

What was originally a hundred meters was just a moment for Bai He, but now it seemed like an insurmountable chasm. As he was pinned in the sky by the two titles of the Spirit Hall, figures flashed and appeared in all directions, completely blocking his way.

The flying spirit masters from the Spirit Hall aren't necessarily faster than him, but they aren't as focused solely on agility as he is. Their combat strength is generally slightly stronger than his, and they outnumber him. As long as they block off all directions, they can wait and wait for the enemy to attack. Not to mention, they also have their own domains that give them an unfair advantage, making it incredibly easy to capture him.

The moment the golden and silver light faded, numerous Min clan soul masters plummeted to the ground like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, only to be captured by the waiting Spirit Hall flying soul masters.

As Baihe watched his clansmen being captured one by one, and his children falling into enemy hands, including his beloved granddaughter, his heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

He dared not linger. Holding the two newly awakened martial souls of the Po and Min clans, he repeatedly tried to turn around and change his path. However, no matter which way he turned, there were flying soul masters guarding his way. Occasionally, he would have a couple of opportunities, but the golden and silver light would freeze him in place for a moment. This was an unimaginable and extreme pain.

Bai He was ultimately forced to walk into the trap. He channeled his soul power, transformed into a stream of light, and crashed directly into a Soul Saint in the eastern sky.

Although he was not good at fighting, he was still a seven-ring Soul Saint and had some attack power. However, when he made up his mind to charge straight ahead, the other person suddenly dodged and then a large net came down on his head.

He was caught off guard and was caught in the net. He then felt the net tighten quickly, and his movements were greatly restricted.

"uncle."

As Baihe was caught in the net and fell, Tang Xiao, who was halfway up the mountain, couldn't help but call out. He could tolerate the capture of others, but Baihe was his mother's younger brother and his own maternal uncle.

"Oh!"