Spirit Martial Soul Shendu

Spirit Martial Soul Shendu

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Douluo Continent.

Slaughter City.

A sinful place filled with violence and darkness.

The people who came here had either been hunted down and driven into a corner, or had been tricked into coming after hearing that this was the most wonderful place in the world.

There were no restrictions, no laws. You could do whatever you wanted.

Of course, there were also gifted young people from major powers who came here to undergo trials.

But no matter who they were, anyone hoping to leave Slaughter City had to win a hundred consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena before earning the right to enter Hell Road and escape.

And today, after many years, the Hell Slaughter Arena had once again seen someone achieve ninety-nine consecutive victories.

"Death Spider Emperor? Isn't that woman supposed to be the saintess of Spirit Hall?"

"That Martial Soul is so ugly and so powerful. Once you've seen it, you can't forget it."

"But that woman is vicious. Everyone who loses to her gets torn to pieces."

"Even in Slaughter City, that's a bit much..."

"Mm!"

Before the man in the stands could finish speaking, a terrifying Killing Intent locked onto him. The people around him hurriedly fled the arena stands.

On the Hell Slaughter Arena, Bibi Dong, who had just won, didn't linger. She quickly left the scene.

The farther she advanced in the Slaughter Arena, the stronger the opponents she was assigned. Everyone else who entered the arena would also assume they should band together and take down the strongest person first.

So once her winning streak passed fifty, she had to fight nine opponents at once in almost every match.

By the time she had reached ninety-nine consecutive victories, even she was struggling.

She had just finished a fight, so it was best not to invite another confrontation.

After taking a winding route and making sure no one was following her, Bibi Dong finally returned to her lodgings.

"Sis Dong, you're back."

When the door opened, a handsome young man came into view.

A rare hint of warmth appeared on Bibi Dong's stern face. "Mm."

"How was the match today?" the young man asked, stepping forward with concern.

The instant they touched, a fierce Killing Intent instinctively flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. The next moment, a strange energy flowed from the young man and suppressed the Bloody Mary poison in her body. Her dense Killing Intent, as tangible as a cloud of blood, suddenly dissipated.

"Oh, darling, were you trying to kill me?"

Nan Feng pointed at the three pairs of translucent purple spider legs that had sprouted from Bibi Dong's back, each one radiating a terrifying threat.

Bibi Dong came to her senses with a jolt and withdrew her Martial Soul. She hurriedly pulled her hands from Nan Feng's, her expression once again growing cold. "Didn't I tell you not to talk to me until I've finished meditating?"

Wait? What if you accidentally cut me down while I was waiting?

Nan Feng grumbled inwardly, but his face only showed a hint of disappointment. "I was just worried about you..."

"I don't need you to worry about me." Bibi Dong turned and quickly entered her room.

Bang!

Her hurried steps and the sharp slam of the door made it clear that she was deeply unsettled.

"Phew."

Once he was sure Bibi Dong wouldn't come back out, Nan Feng breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his own room.

He sat cross-legged, and a round, coiled dragon statue appeared behind him as a flat, floating phantom.

This was his Martial Soul: a villain from an animated series, the Fire Demon—Shendu!

About six years ago, he had unexpectedly arrived in this world of Douluo Continent in the body of a six-year-old child. Unfortunately, he'd landed in the wrong place. His spawn point was Slaughter City!

Forget that damn "fantasy world's gutter." Strength was relative, and this world was all too real. Here, he was just a little kid, a little kid anyone could slaughter at will!

Fortunately, his Martial Soul had awakened automatically when he arrived: Shendu!

His Martial Soul was also rather unusual. He didn't need to obtain Spirit Rings. Every ten levels, he could unlock one of Shendu's signature abilities: the Twelve Talismans' divine powers.

The Rat, which turned stillness into motion; the Ox, which granted immense strength; the Tiger, which balanced yin and yang; the Rabbit, which allowed supersonic movement; the Dragon, which unleashed scorching explosions; the Snake, which made its user invisible; the Horse, which cured every illness; the Sheep, which let the soul leave the body; the Monkey, which enabled endless transformations; the Rooster, which allowed flight; the Dog, which granted eternal life; and the Pig, which fired eye beams.

With Innate Level 10 Soul Power, he could unlock one Talisman right from the start.

Which one should he choose?

A lot of people might think the Dog, of course!

After all, staying alive mattered most.

But in a place like Slaughter City, what would happen to a weakling with the power to never die?

Without a doubt, he'd become the Fallen Ones' most entertaining toy!

Besides, his Talisman ability came from his Martial Soul, and using his Martial Soul consumed Soul Power. He only had ten levels of Soul Power. How long could the Dog Talisman possibly last?

So the Dog Talisman was completely useless to him back then.

After considering his options, he chose the most useful ability at the time: the Healing Horse.

This was Slaughter City, a place filled with violence and killing. Wherever there was fighting, people got hurt. There were no doctors here, and anyone seriously injured could almost only wait to die.

After confirming the Horse Talisman's healing effect, he went straight to the Hell Slaughter Arena and, in front of everyone, cast a healing spell on its victor.

Then he became the precious treasure that the Fallen Ones of Slaughter City went crazy over.

He'd planned to use his healing ability to become a doctor whom everyone respected in Slaughter City, but things hadn't gone as he'd hoped.

After all, treasures belonged to the strong!

As a rare Healing-type Soul Master, he was passed around by the powerful Fallen Ones in the inner city like a tool. Those idiots would use him, toss him aside, then snatch him back whenever they needed him again!

That miserable, turbulent life didn't finally end until three years ago.

It was because Bibi Dong had arrived—and because he'd unlocked his second Talisman.

When he happened to hear that a crazy woman with a Soul-Eater Spider Emperor Martial Soul had come to Slaughter City, he stopped agonizing over whether to unlock the Monkey or the Dog and chose the Sheep!

Soul Projection!

He used a dream spell to let Bibi Dong learn that Slaughter City had a rare Healing-type Soul Master like him. Naturally, he mixed in quite a bit of false information.

After that, Bibi Dong used her formidable strength and vicious Soul-Eater Spider Emperor Martial Soul to quietly snatch him from his miserable life and hide him in her little room!

Although she'd claimed him for herself, he'd finally found some peace.

Now he only had to heal Bibi Dong. He no longer had to be snatched back and forth by those idiot Fallen Ones!

For the first time, he realized that being domineering was such a wonderful virtue!

"Time for today's Bibi Dong's Adventures in Dreamland..."

Nan Feng lay down on the bed, and the outline of a little sheep appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, his soul separated from his body.

The Sheep Talisman: Soul Projection.

Though people had complained that it was the most useless Talisman, here Nan Feng had to borrow a certain Grandmaster's words: there were no useless Talismans!

It all depended on whether you knew how to use them!

He passed through the wall and entered Bibi Dong's room in his soul form.

After checking her condition and confirming that she was asleep, Nan Feng took aim at her head and charged straight into it.

His vision went black. When it cleared, he found himself on a battlefield filled with the smell of blood.

Jialing Pass!

The battle was almost over. Bibi Dong had taken a sword from Tang San while saving Qian Renxue, and she was close to death.

Then came the familiar, much-anticipated final-words scene.

"Bibi Dong! Look at you now!" Yu Xiaogang glared at the barely breathing Bibi Dong, his face twisted with rage.

"When you massacred the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, did you ever think this day might come for you?"

"When you abandoned me, did you ever think this day would come?"

"..."

Unlike what Yu Xiaogang imagined, Bibi Dong's face showed no remorse after the Rakshasa Divine Power faded. She paid no attention to his curses and simply closed her eyes.

She had lost count of how many times she'd had this dream. At first, the images had been vague and fragmented, but now they were getting clearer and clearer. Even the pain of the sword through her chest felt so real.

At first, Yu Xiaogang's curses had made her heart ache. They'd hurt her. Now, she felt nothing at all. She even wanted to laugh a little.

Go on, curse me. Laugh at me. Soon, you won't be able to curse or laugh anymore.

After checking the time and recalling Yu Xiaogang's lines, Bibi Dong opened her eyes and glanced at Qian Renxue beside her. A complicated look crossed her face. Then she turned toward Hu Liena and forced herself to sit up.

"It's all over." Tang San looked coldly at Bibi Dong.

"Over? What makes you so sure?"

A hoarse, demonic voice rang out from nowhere, low and cold.

The next moment, disbelief appeared on Tang San's cold face as bright red blood poured from his mouth.

A sharp green dragon claw appeared in his sight, its palm gripping a still-beating heart.

His heart!

"You..." Tang San tried with all his might to circulate the divine power in his body, but with his heart destroyed, he couldn't muster any strength.

The heart was the center through which Soul Power flowed and the source of divine power. Once it was destroyed, even a god would die!

"So this is a God King?" A face nine-tenths identical to Nan Feng's, only more mature, appeared beside Tang San. The Evil Dragon Claw piercing Tang San's chest had come from him.

"I thought you'd be tougher. Is that all?"

"..."

The battle took a sudden turn. The Heaven Dou Empire's side, which had thought victory was assured, fell into bewildered panic.

Their god had been taken down again?!

"How is this possible..." Tang San looked utterly disbelieving.

"How did you escape my divine sense, and how did you shatter my divine armor?"

"Can't figure it out? Don't worry. You can think about it in your next life." Nan Feng crushed Tang San's heart in his hand, and the Sea God Power and Asura God Power drained away.

"Oh, wait. You don't have a next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, a towering pillar of fire erupted from Tang San's heart and shot into the sky, burning away both his body and his Divine Soul.

The entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into deathly silence with Tang San's death.

"No! This can't be!" Yu Xiaogang shouted in despair.

"Xiao San is a god! He can't die!"

"Oh?" Nan Feng turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, who was desperately trying to draw attention to himself.

The next moment, a nameless fire rose from Yu Xiaogang's body. As he screamed in agony, master and disciple both went to meet their end.

"If you're weak, stay out of the way. What are you doing here?"

Nan Feng shook his head and walked toward Bibi Dong, who had only a few breaths left.

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with complicated feelings as she looked at the man who was both familiar and strange.

"You..." Qian Renxue seemed unable to process what she was seeing.

"Shut it, weakling."

Nan Feng muttered a sarcastic remark, crouched down, grabbed the Asura Demon Sword stuck in Bibi Dong, and yanked it out.

Pfft!

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Nan Feng placed his hand on Bibi Dong's chest, and an energy containing limitless Life Force flowed out. Her ruined body rapidly healed, returning to normal in just a few breaths.

"How do you feel?" Nan Feng asked with concern.

Bibi Dong gave Nan Feng a helpless, disdainful look, then glanced at the hand gripping her chest. She couldn't bring herself to say anything.

It was only a dream, but she seemed to have been groped into submission.

Every time, it was the same spot. Every time, it was the same pressure!

That damn familiar feeling!

"You..."

Bibi Dong was about to say something when the scene before her suddenly began to recede and blur...

She opened her eyes, recognized the familiar furnishings and the oppressive smell of blood in the air, then got out of bed, opened the door, and walked into the room opposite.

Looking at Nan Feng sleeping soundly on the bed, Bibi Dong's expression was complicated.

When she was away, Nan Feng didn't dare sleep. He said he was afraid some brainless idiot might sneak in and cut him down. Only when she returned would the boy dare close his eyes and sleep.

She sighed, stepped forward to tuck Nan Feng in, then turned and left the room.

"Why has the progress stopped..."

Floating nearby, Nan Feng watched this and wore a helpless expression.

Ever since Bibi Dong came to Slaughter City three years ago, he'd made her dream about once a week.

The dream he'd just shown her had taken him almost three years to build, one step at a time.

Every character, every setting, every scene had been painstakingly crafted by him!

All of it was meant to make Bibi Dong take him out of this hellhole!

He really couldn't stay here any longer!

His unusual Martial Soul meant that Slaughter City's domain didn't suppress him. He could cultivate normally, and the energy contained in this special environment even let him cultivate twice as fast as a normal Soul Master. But!

The air was full of blood and all sorts of other awful smells. He couldn't even sleep peacefully; he always had to be on guard in case some brain-dead idiot snuck in and cut him down. There was no food, and all he saw, whether his eyes were open or closed, were the ruined streets shrouded in blood mist.

Damn it!

If he stayed any longer, he felt like he was going to lose his mind!

If he relied on cultivation alone, who knew how long it would take him to get out?

Besides, leaving Slaughter City wasn't about strength. It depended on whether you had connections.

Tang Hao could leave because of Tang Chen. Bibi Dong could leave because of her Rakshasa God Inheritance. What about him?

Would that dead bat let yet another Killing God come into being?

And if he revealed in Slaughter City that its domain didn't suppress him, who knew whether the Asura God behind it would simply kill him?

If he missed this chance, he'd probably have to wait until the Tang Clan destroyed Slaughter City someday and hope for a lucky break.