Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff, Reactions from All Sides

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Embryo... this really is an unprecedented opportunity."

Wang Qi stared with shining eyes at the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff flying through the air and setting fires everywhere.

What did a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone represent? They meant that from the start of cultivation until breaking through to the Titled Douluo realm, there would be virtually no bottlenecks.

They meant that after absorbing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as the Ninth Soul Ring and a Soul Bone, even if one stopped cultivating afterward, even if hidden injuries accumulated within the body, one could still cultivate to the Super Douluo realm within a dozen or so years.

That was the foundation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone. As he watched the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff wreak havoc in the sky, setting mountains ablaze and tearing apart Soul Masters as though no one could stop it—no, to be precise, Wang Qi was looking at that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Embryo.

"Judging by this, the reason Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy vanished was probably the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff's doing."

"The Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff probably wanted to use the Active Volcano beneath Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy to help the mutated Flame Swallowing Beast heal its wounds, perhaps even take human form."

"How exactly was that Flame Swallowing Beast injured? That has nothing to do with me for now. I should stay as far away as possible to avoid getting caught up in this."

Wang Qi had already formed a guess about the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff's intentions. He no longer chose to linger, jumping directly out the window and running north.

The Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff possessed dragon bloodline and was a pure Fire Attribute Soul Beast. With 280,000 years of cultivation, it possessed intelligence no weaker than a human's. After slaughtering the Soul Masters of Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy, it would certainly return to the Star Dou Great Forest.

The Extreme North was freezing cold, and the Three Kings of the Extreme North resided there. Scarlet King probably would not choose to fly north, right? Probably not, right?

That was Wang Qi's guess, and it was exactly what he did. He charged north without a care for anything else.

Before he had even gotten ten kilometers away from Mountain Fire Academy, an earth-shattering roar erupted behind him. Thick smoke billowed, fiery rain fell like meteors, and it seemed as though the world had been torn apart—the Active Volcano had erupted.

Through the haze, Wang Qi could vaguely make out three figures emerging from the smoke and dust, releasing overwhelming auras.

A peerlessly sharp Sword Intent, as though it could sever everything; layers upon layers of golden light; eerie ghostly shadows—two utterly opposing powers erupted with incomparable might, as though they could suppress all things in the world.

The Active Volcano erupted, spewing endless energy and towering flames. The enormous Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff, seemingly ancient beyond measure and covered all over in magma, roared at the three figures.

Flames surged into the sky as clusters of glowing magma scattered in all directions like falling meteors. Dark clouds pressed down overhead. Though he was over ten kilometers away, though this power was not directed at him, Wang Qi still felt an immense pressure weighing upon him.

"No, I'm still too close. I need to run faster, or I'm really going to die." Wang Qi cursed inwardly. Occasionally glancing back at the three humans and one beast locked in fierce battle, only one thought remained in his mind: run. If he could not escape the eruption zone, he might die.

The next morning, Wang Qi lay on a rock covered by a thin layer of snow, gasping for breath. He was now at the northern border of the Hagen Dasi Kingdom. Even from high ground, he could no longer see the volcano where Mountain Fire Academy stood.

Yet even here, he could see the black smoke hanging overhead like an overturned bowl.

"How terrifying. Are Titled Douluo really this insanely strong? And isn't the power of this volcanic eruption a little too weak?"

"Could it be that volcanoes in fantasy worlds are suppressed by some mysterious force, which is why they only erupt with this much power? Or perhaps the volcano beneath Mountain Fire Academy was not that large to begin with."

Wang Qi was filled with doubts. The calm after fear faded was the best time for thought. Recalling the battle between the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff and the Titled Douluo, Wang Qi could not help clicking his tongue.

In the Original Work, didn't Tang San only smash a gap in the city wall with a single strike after becoming a god? I don't get it. I simply can't make sense of it.

After recovering a little strength, Wang Qi sat cross-legged on the ground and began meditating. The fluctuations of his Soul Power suddenly accelerated. Wang Qi abruptly opened his eyes. The Soul Power he had expected would need at least another seven days to break through had actually broken through directly.

From the peak of level sixteen to level twenty Soul Power, four bottlenecks and three levels—Wang Qi had completed the breakthrough in just one year.

He had to marvel at the effects resources and life-and-death tempering could have on a person.

With Innate Soul Power at level three, reaching level twenty at ten and a half years old—such cultivation speed was at least comparable to that of a battle Soul Master with Innate Soul Power at level six.

In the Original Work, Zhu Zhuqing had only reached level twenty-seven at nearly twelve years old despite cultivating desperately.

After fully recovering, Wang Qi glanced once at Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy and sighed. To be honest, he wanted to go there and investigate, to see whether that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Embryo was inside the Active Volcano.

But Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy was far too dangerous now. It was not somewhere a prospective Soul Grandmaster like Wang Qi, who had yet to obtain his Second Soul Ring, could go.

With a sigh, he changed out of Mountain Fire Academy's uniform and headed southeast.

His destination was Blazing Fire City, where he would absorb his Second Soul Ring.

What happened at Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy spread across the entire Douluo Continent overnight. Aside from Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, almost no one knew what had happened that day.

A human town had been attacked by a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo of Spirit Hall had joined forces with Sword Douluo, who possessed the world's number one offensive Tool Martial Soul, yet not only had they failed to kill the Soul Beast, they had even been injured?

And in the end, even after the Pope personally intervened, that Soul Beast had escaped? Could anyone accept such an explanation? Even if they could, Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be too embarrassed to say it.

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi withdrew his Martial Soul and looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was seated cross-legged on a cushion cultivating, before asking, "Uncle Jian, how are you feeling now? How are your injuries?"

"Phew, they're nothing serious. But I truly never expected there to be such a powerful Fire Attribute Soul Beast overseas. Fengzhi, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect knows far too little about the sea."

Recalling the terror of the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff, Chen Xin was deeply affected. Although the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff had held the advantage of the environment, there had been three Titled Douluo on their side. Even the lowest-ranked among them was level ninety-five, and they could even use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, yet they had been utterly unable to deal with the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff.

Had Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, not arrived with three Titled Douluo to reinforce them in the end, Chen Xin's injuries would have been far more than minor.

"Uncle Jian, was that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast truly that powerful? Or was it Spirit Hall..."

"Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo did not cause trouble. At our realm, even if we had never worked together before, once we did, our coordination would not be weaker than that of ordinary Soul Masters who had cooperated for three to five years. We made no mistakes in our timing during this battle."

"The only problem was that we underestimated the strength of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. I also gained something from this battle. Fengzhi, leave the sect to you and Old Bone for the time being. I'll enter seclusion for a while."

At Spirit Hall in Spirit City, Bibi Dong, dressed in a purple papal robe, leaned back in the papal throne. Her fingers continuously tapped against its armrest as she contemplated the origins of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff.

"Could that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast really have come from overseas?"