Douluo: Martial Soul Mysterious Tortoise, Counterattack Armor Critical Strike

Bibi Dong spoke.

Everyone immediately took their leave.

"Teacher, why did you ask me to stay?"

After everyone else had left, Huang Wei asked.

"I'm taking you somewhere," Bibi Dong said.

The next moment, Bibi Dong descended from above. The coldness she had shown earlier faded away, replaced by a gentle smile.

"Okay!" Huang Wei nodded.

Thus, led by Bibi Dong, Huang Wei headed toward an unfamiliar place he had never visited before.

Bibi Dong said, "Besides the Papal Palace, Spirit Hall also has the Elder Hall and the Worship Hall. The place I'm taking you to is the Worship Hall, where Spirit Hall's strongest experts reside."

After passing through a corridor,

they arrived before the Worship Hall and walked straight inside.

"Pope, what brings you here?" An old man walked out.

"Second Worship, I want to see Qian Daoliu." Bibi Dong's expression turned cold again.

The man before him exerted immense pressure on Huang Wei.

It felt as though he were facing a formidable enemy.

Second Worship?

Could this man be Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Level 98 Titled Douluo?

At that moment, scenes from the plot of his previous life kept flashing through Huang Wei's mind.

Grandpa Qian, Would You Like to Try the Ball in My Hand?

Bibi Dong said to Huang Wei, "This is the Second Worship of the Worship Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo. You can call him Grandpa Golden Crocodile."

"Hello, Grandpa Golden Crocodile."

Huang Wei nodded obediently and greeted him politely.

Hearing Huang Wei greet him, Golden Crocodile naturally lost his earlier indifference and revealed a faint smile instead. "Hello, Little Fellow..."

But the next second, his pupils contracted.

"Level 23 Soul Grandmaster? How long has it been?"

"Little Fellow, are you really only six years old?"

Golden Crocodile asked in disbelief. He had not expected that, aside from Qian Renxue, someone else could reach such a level at this age.

And his Martial Soul was only a turtle, not a Deity Inheritance Martial Soul.

This was simply terrifying.

Fortunately, this boy belonged to Spirit Hall.

Huang Wei nodded. "Yes, Grandpa Golden Crocodile. I'm six years old this year. Yesterday, I broke through to become a Soul Grandmaster after absorbing my Second Soul Ring."

Golden Crocodile chuckled, his mood exceptionally good. "Hehe, good! It's a good thing that Spirit Hall has produced such a monstrously talented genius!"

Then he looked at Bibi Dong. "What brings you here this time?"

A trace of pride appeared on Bibi Dong's cold face.

See that? This is Bibi Dong's disciple.

She said coolly, "I came to see the Great Worship."

Golden Crocodile had already guessed as much. Just as he was about to say something, an even deeper voice suddenly rang out from within the Worship Hall. "Let them in."

"Yes!" Golden Crocodile immediately nodded.

Soon, Bibi Dong led Huang Wei into the innermost Six-Winged Angel Inheritance Hall.

"You came to see me this time because of this Little Fellow?"

As one of Douluo Continent's three ultimate experts, Qian Daoliu, invincible in the sky, saw through Bibi Dong's purpose at a glance.

"Yes."

"Xiao Wei, summon your Martial Soul."

Bibi Dong looked at Huang Wei.

Huang Wei nodded and summoned Mysterious Tortoise Possession.

When the Mysterious Tortoise appeared, Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed slightly.

What kind of turtle was this? How could it be so large?

A normal Turtle Type Martial Soul could not possibly be this big.

Moreover, he was indeed a human, not a Soul Beast in human form.

And this turtle carried an exceptionally domineering aura.

Bibi Dong said, "Do you know whether his Martial Soul is the inheritance Martial Soul of some god? His Cultivation Speed is very fast, and he can cultivate simply by relying on water."

"Innate Full Soul Power, six years old, Level 23 Soul Grandmaster, Martial Soul Mysterious Tortoise."

Qian Daoliu summarized the information he had learned before and what he knew now.

Then he shook his head. "His is not a Divine Martial Soul. According to the memories of the Angel God, there is no such Deity, or anything similar to it, in the God Realm."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong not only did not look disappointed, but her smile grew even more satisfied.

See that? My disciple's Martial Soul is not a Deity Inheritance, yet his cultivation speed has already caught up to that so-called Deity Inheritance of yours! Her pride became even more pronounced.

Qian Daoliu naturally saw the smugness on Bibi Dong's face.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

"What exactly did you come here for?" Qian Daoliu asked calmly.

Bibi Dong said, "If Xiao Wei can become a Soul Elder before the age of ten, I will appoint him as Spirit Hall's Holy Son."

Qian Daoliu nodded calmly. He agreed, and he had no objections whatsoever. "He is qualified. Very well. There is no need to wait until then. We can announce him as Spirit Hall's Holy Son right now."

A six-year-old Level 23 Soul Grandmaster—such talent was absolutely the greatest genius on the entire continent among those without a Deity Inheritance Martial Soul. His future achievements would be limitless. Spirit Hall should devote more resources to him and nurture him with all its strength. He was more than qualified!

Yet Bibi Dong refused. "No need. This is an agreement between Xiao Wei and me. Afterward, I will send him into Death Valley. I believe he can become a Soul Elder before the age of ten."

Qian Daoliu looked somewhat displeased. "You really are crazy. You actually want to send a Soul Grandmaster into that place, and he is only six years old. There is no need for him to go somewhere like that. I can personally teach him!"

He valued such a promising talent greatly.

If possible, Huang Wei could become the next Pope of Spirit Hall.

Had Bibi Dong not already taken him as a disciple, Qian Daoliu would have snatched him away immediately. But he could not.

"There's no need. He has his own path to walk."

"When he was Level 15, his defense could withstand the continuous attacks of several Soul Kings before finally breaking. Now that he is Level 23, guess how strong his defense is? And he also possesses extremely terrifying reflected damage. This reflected damage seems able to ignore Soul Power Level."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong lightly flicked a document from her Soul Tool into the air.

It was the report from Huang Wei's earlier Mimic Training.

Qian Daoliu was also immensely surprised. He hurriedly caught the report and read it. Even his pupils could not help contracting.

Such terrifying defensive power—if he were allowed to grow, wouldn't no one beneath a Deity be able to break through his defenses?

Good. This was an excellent prospect!

Qian Daoliu's eyes burned with excitement, and he wanted to snatch him away.

Bibi Dong warned coldly, "He is my disciple. I will teach him!"

At those words, the heat in Qian Daoliu's eyes instantly vanished. He understood that she was making her position clear.

"It doesn't matter. As long as he belongs to Spirit Hall." Qian Daoliu nodded.

"Little Fellow, are you willing to challenge your current limits?" He then looked at Huang Wei.

Huang Wei nodded. "I am."

Mysterious Tortoise Possession!

He had merely summoned the Mysterious Tortoise earlier without possessing it.

Now, after possession, a layer of Emerald Armor covered him. His body grew taller and stronger.

"First Soul Skill, Defense!"

Huang Wei spoke softly.

Immediately afterward, Qian Daoliu released pressure upon Huang Wei.

This pressure was only at the level of a Soul King.

Huang Wei was completely unaffected, his expression utterly calm.

This made Qian Daoliu even more certain.

Huang Wei's Tortoise Shell could not only withstand attacks, but also pressure.

One Soul Ring after another appeared around Qian Daoliu. A Six-winged Angel emerged upon him, vast, radiant, and divine.

A long sword condensed directly in his hand—the Angel Sacred Sword. Using the power of a Soul Emperor, he slashed directly at Huang Wei's Tortoise Shell.

Huang Wei activated his Second Soul Skill, wanting to see how large a sphere he could condense.

The next moment, Huang Wei's Tortoise Shell trembled slightly.

A green sphere began continuously gathering in Huang Wei's hand.

It was roughly the size of a soybean.

Huang Wei was immensely shocked inwardly. As expected of a man with Demi-God cultivation. Even though he has suppressed his strength to the Soul Emperor level, the sphere condensed is still so large. And this power actually made my Tortoise Shell tremble slightly. Impressive!

But at that moment, Qian Daoliu could no longer remain calm.

Although he was using the power of a Soul Emperor, he was still a Demi-God. Yet he could not even break through the other party's Tortoise Shell?

He had just used exactly the power of a Level 60 Soul Emperor.

It had only moved slightly, which was already utterly shocking.

So he gradually increased his strength, continuously bringing down the Angel Sacred Sword.

Only when he reached Level 69 did cracks finally appear on Huang Wei's turtle shell.

Huang Wei also felt something within his body continuously draining away.

His face turned somewhat pale, but when he looked at the sphere in his hand, he immediately became excited.

"Grandpa Qian, would you like to try the Energy Ball in my hand?" A strange smile appeared on Huang Wei's pale little face.

Golden Turtle Shield

"Grandpa Qian, would you like to try the Energy Ball in my hand?" A strange smile appeared on Huang Wei's pale little face.

The moment those words were spoken, both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, who was releasing pressure, were stunned.

Then, Qian Daoliu noticed the Emerald Energy Ball in Huang Wei's hand.

What was this?

Bibi Dong's eyelids twitched slightly. Could this be what Foster had mentioned—Xiao Wei's Second Soul Skill, which could gather all the power that should have reflected damage back at the opponent and direct it at a designated target?

Qian Daoliu maintained his Soul Emperor-level attacks while watching the emerald sphere in Huang Wei's hand grow larger and larger. In the end, it became the size of two palms, making him curious. So he asked, "What is that in your hand?"

Huang Wei said, "Grandpa Qian, this is an Energy Ball formed from the damage that my Tortoise Shell should have reflected back at you."

"So you mean that this Emerald Energy Ball is formed from all the reflected damage I would have taken since I first began attacking you?"

Qian Daoliu immediately understood and revealed a surprised expression.

He quickly stopped attacking. Looking at the slight cracks on the Tortoise Shell, he roughly understood that Huang Wei's limit was below a Level 68 Soul Emperor. Beneath that, his defense was invincible.