Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

"Teacher, I..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Xiaoqing, don't speak! Poseidon, you're not human! Xiaoqing is only sixteen! How could you do such a thing to him..." Bibi Dong was furious, her eyes filled with resentment as she stared intently at Poseidon.

While she was angry, she also felt somewhat confused.

Dongqing's body is clearly as strong as an ox, and each time he lasts at least an hour or more. How come he has turned into this pale and exhausted state after only a dozen minutes of absence?

Could it be... one of those evil soul skills mentioned in certain risqué novels, which can quickly drain the vital energy of the opposite sex in a short time through special means?

Bibi Dong wasn't a cultivation fanatic. In her spare time, she would read the Spirit Hall's news newspapers and also those novels with extremely suggestive content that were bestsellers on the mainland.

of course.

As the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, for the sake of her reputation, she would definitely do this secretly. No one would know that she reads some novels with inappropriate content.

Examples include: "My and My Disciple's Taboo Daily Life," "One Hundred and Eight Ways to Completely Conquer a Disciple's Body and Mind," and "How to Steal from Your Daughter's Heart by Having an Affair with Your Son-in-Law."

........

"Bibi Dong, what's gotten into you? What are you trying to say...? Besides, so what if your disciple is half of me? I'm not trying to steal your man, why are you acting so agitated?"

Poseidon didn't react for a moment and didn't quite understand Bibi Dong's meaning.

She probably couldn't imagine that the master-disciple relationship between them was already paradoxical, and that they had secretly changed jobs countless times without anyone knowing.

"Excited? No, you're wrong. I'm not excited at all. I just want to say that an old woman like you, who is over a hundred years old, has no right to be my disciple." Bibi Dong's expression immediately turned icy cold.

“Old... I am indeed over a hundred years old. I don’t want to argue with you about this. I just want to ask you a question: do you think you are still young?” Poseidon asked, barely suppressing his anger.

Old woman...

Poseidon disliked those three words very much. In the decades that she had served as the High Priestess of Poseidon Island, no one had ever dared to utter those three words in front of her.

"Hmph, I may not be young anymore, but no matter how you calculate it, you're twice my age, you old woman!" Bibi Dong said arrogantly, arms crossed.

Another old woman!

Poseidon took a deep breath and said, "Bibi Dong, you call yourself the Pope of the Spirit Hall, don't you know that peak level 99 peerless Douluo like us have a lifespan of over a thousand years? Even if a hundred years pass by, for us demigods, it's just a mortal's life."

After saying that, she reached out and hugged Dongqing's head as if in a show of defiance, tucking it into her arms. Before he could even react, she had given him a full mouthful of tofu.

White tofu has a glossy appearance and is fragrant, tender, and smooth.

One bite, and the fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste.

Putting other things aside for now.

Dong Qing's head was buzzing. Thanks to the white tofu he had just eaten, the burning pain in his chest seemed to have lessened by more than half.

However, Bibi Dong, upon seeing this scene, did not show much change in expression. She sneered, "Poseidon, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be so shameless, completely ignorant of what shame is."

"Heh, shameless? Bibi Dong, don't forget, no matter how strong his talent and strength are, he's still just a child." Poseidon said calmly.

"A sixteen-year-old child? Do you know how many women he has around him? Even Tang Yuehua, who is about the same age as me, is now one of his women."

Bibi Dong glared angrily at Dong Qing, as if to say, "Is her white tofu delicious? Is it as delicious as yours, Teacher?"

Dong Qing had no idea how to answer the question, so he could only lower his head and try to distract himself.

"Them? They're nothing but a bunch of sycophantic women who took advantage of his youth and ignorance. And you, as his teacher, don't you even bother to manage his private life!" Poseidon's expression remained indifferent.

Because of the power unleashed by Dong Qing's sixth soul skill, the third punch of the Burning Heaven Scorching Sun Fist, it barely activated one-hundred-millionth of the original power inside the red flag.

To allow Dongqing to better and more easily control his power, the little red flag separated a wisp of its primordial fire.

However, when Dongqing's heart was absorbing and fusing with the primordial fire of the little red flag, he accidentally fainted, leading to a perfect misunderstanding for Poseidon.

So in her heart.

Dong Qing transformed into a boy with an extremely pure and kind nature, a simple boy who would rather suffer the backlash of his soul skills than hurt others.

It wasn't that she wanted to treat Dongqing as a boy, but Dongqing was simply too young. Compared to her hundred-year-old age, he was indeed a boy who couldn't be any younger.

at the same time.

Douluo Continent, a hidden area, a city of slaughter.

This is a world shrouded in darkness, with the sky above perpetually blood-red. Endless slaughter cycles through this world, and in terms of sheer stench, it is even more terrifying than the eighteen levels of hell.

"Cough cough cough!!!" A violent coughing sound came.

"Your Majesty, King of Slaughter, are you feeling unwell?"

A woman in a black robe helped up a handsome and imposing middle-aged man.

"It's alright. Go arrange the upcoming gladiatorial matches now. I hope their fierce battles will excite me."

.......

Chapter 547, Would you like to hear a story?

The City of Slaughter, the Arena of Slaughter.

This is a gladiatorial arena filled with sin and bloodshed, where people die every moment and cheer every moment.

No one cared about the dead. On the killing arena stage, crimson blood flowed on the ground, silently flowing along the furrows into an unknown darkness.

After yet another brutal and bloody battle.

Only a disheveled, unkempt middle-aged man remained in the arena, wielding the Haotian Hammer, with a still-warm corpse at his feet.

This middle-aged man was none other than Tang Hao. He stood straight in the arena, silently absorbing the soul power that the arena rewarded him with for the deaths of his opponents. A vicious and cold glint appeared deep in his dark pupils.

A short while later.

The King of Slaughter appeared in front of Tang Hao and sneered, "Tang Hao, you're not bad, very good. As one of the few Gods of Slaughter who successfully passed through the Road to Hell, your strength is beyond doubt. You're only slightly weaker than that woman with the worst temper."

"The death gladiatorial matches you participated in were indeed exciting. Every match was a brutal killing that was exhilarating. Hearing their hysterical screams always got me excited."

"Although I don't know exactly how you were defeated back then, and even had two of your soul bones extracted, causing your strength to drop to level 75, I believe that one day you will definitely be able to regain your former strength."

"These days, you have gained rewards by killing enemies in the Killing Arena and absorbing a portion of their soul power. Your soul power has now recovered to level 85."

"Listen, Tang Hao, this isn't the mainland, where the Spirit Hall holds sway. This is the City of Slaughter. As long as you kill enough people and let me witness more cruel, bloody, and exciting carnage, I, the King of Slaughter, will absolutely not skimp on your rewards."

"Given time, perhaps one day you, the former Haotian Douluo, can once again reach level ninety in soul power, hahaha..."

Done.

The King of Slaughter laughed loudly, ignoring Tang Hao's expression. Feeling satisfied, he patted Tang Hao's shoulder forcefully and left with the black-robed maid.

"King of Slaughter, why do you always give me such a familiar feeling, as if I'm facing my grandfather Tang Chen?" Tang Hao thought to himself as he watched the King of Slaughter's departing figure.

From the moment he first entered the City of Slaughter, looking at the King of Slaughter from afar, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite put his finger on where that feeling came from.

......

the other side.

Poseidon Island, outer area.

Dong Qing looked up at the flashing lights in the vast sky and the two women fighting each other with their peak level 99 soul power. He felt a sense of speechlessness.

However, what happened between them was no longer her concern. In any case, she had already completed her task of accompanying the assessment, and now she just needed to wait for her teacher and her to truly determine who was superior.

However, as agreed, Poseidon would pretend to lose to her teacher Bibi Dong at the last moment, allowing her to exceed the requirements of the divine exam and thus obtain a better reward.

But now.....

Judging from the situation, they seem to have gotten really angry because of their own actions.

Bibi Dong, her teacher, firmly believed that Poseidon had used some filthy and evil soul skill to make her look pale, weak, and powerless.

Poseidon naturally couldn't admit to something that was completely fabricated, so she directly confronted Bibi Dong.

seriously.

Dongqing is now uncertain whether Poseidon will still keep their promise and pretend to lose to her teacher Bibi Dong at the crucial moment.

But let's leave their story aside for now.

At this time.

Dongqing looked at the small red flag floating in front of him and felt the information it was transmitting to his mind.

At this moment, he finally understood the reason why he had suddenly fainted due to severe heart pain, and the real reason why he was experiencing a burning pain in his chest.

Since he began cultivating the Undying Scripture, his power has increased rapidly.

With his current strength, he has finally managed to activate one-billionth of the power within the little red flag, allowing it to successfully separate a wisp of its own primordial fire.

Only with the help of this primordial fire could Dongqing barely manipulate the small red flag, instead of using it to smash himself or help others defend against attacks, as he had done before.

Dongqing no longer needed to worry about whether he could fly, because the little red flag could transform into a towering banner at any time, carrying him freely to roam the heavens and earth.

At the same time, the primordial fire of the red flag can also help him temper his bloodline, making the already strong pure-blooded Skyhorn Ant bloodline even purer and more powerful.

only.....

This ability to calcify the pure bloodline of the Heavenly Horned Ant within the body may have some side effects that Dong Qing himself does not want to see.

.......

Half an hour passed.

While Poseidon and Bibi Dong were still locked in a fierce battle in the sky, a man and a woman sat on the back of a 50-meter-long demon soul great white shark on the azure sea below.

The man kept his hand over his chest, while the woman rested her chin on her hand and stared at him.

"You stupid fish..."

"You stinky human, you're the fish! Your whole family are fish! I have a name, I'm Little White, the guardian beast of Seagod Island!!!"

"Don't get agitated..."

"Human, if you dare call me stupid again, I'll have my people throw you off! You're all weak and powerless, yet you still dare to act tough in front of your sister!"

"Ahem... Xiaobai, who do you think will win?"

A wise man knows when to yield; to avoid becoming a victim, the man quickly changed the subject.

His change of topic was very effective; upon hearing him say that, the woman looked up at the sky.

"Of course it's the Grand Priest! The ocean is her home turf. With the support of the Sea God Temple and the Seven Sacred Pillars, no one can defeat this Sea God Douluo on the sea!"