Douluo: Martial Soul Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress, All Spirit Beasts Sacrifice

Following the sound, they looked over.

Thousands of meters away, the sky was covered in thick, dark clouds, and the roar of thunder rumbled incessantly.

In just a few breaths, the clouds converged, and a bolt of lightning struck the forest below.

In that instant, a portion of the sky was illuminated, dazzling and brilliant.

"A Spirit Beast is undergoing the hundred-thousand-year tribulation; that direction seems to be where the volcano is!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was experienced and knowledgeable, seeing at a glance why lightning was descending only in that area.

"Heh, we are truly lucky. A Spirit Beast is extremely weak after surviving a tribulation."

Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately changed his target and flew toward the volcano.

Ye Yuan'er followed closely behind, bringing Su Wen with her.

As they drew closer, they could feel the terror of the heavenly tribulation even more intensely.

In the forest below, Spirit Beasts were fleeing in every direction.

The three arrived at the volcano, where the surrounding heat made their bodies feel stiflingly hot.

Ye Yuan'er deployed a shield, wrapping herself and Su Wen within it.

"Don't be hasty. Let's wait for the tribulation clouds to disperse before we make our move."

Golden Crocodile Douluo cautioned.

If they rushed in now, the three of them would end up facing the tribulation alongside the Spirit Beast.

The thunderclouds came quickly and left just as fast; before long, the sky cleared.

"Now is the time, let's go!"

The three flew at high speed in the direction where the lightning had struck, and soon they saw a giant dragon with wings on its back.

It was a fire dragon, over ten meters in size, its scales charred black by the lightning.

The surrounding ground was also pitch black, turned into scorched earth.

"Humans, leave this place!"

The fire dragon spoke in human language, its mountain-like body exuding a sense of oppression.

The breath exhaled from its nostrils consisted of two balls of burning flame.

Even though it was covered in wounds, it still gave off an extremely dangerous feeling.

"It's actually a Hellfire Dragon King, a top-tier bloodline among dragon-type Spirit Beasts. It is very suitable for you, and since it just broke through, its mental strength is at its weakest, which will greatly reduce the risk during absorption."

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Ye Yuan'er. Just as she was about to step forward, Su Wen grabbed her arm and revealed an innocent smile: "I'll have to trouble Second Worship to take action!"

Although this Hellfire Dragon King had been struck by lightning, it had already surpassed one hundred thousand years.

If it launched a desperate counterattack before dying, Aunt Ye might end up seriously injured.

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not speak, his spirit power surging forth.

Nine Spirit Rings appeared in sequence.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red!

When the ninth blood-colored Spirit Ring appeared, an incredibly strong pressure enveloped the surroundings.

"Avatar of Martial Soul!"

The seventh ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring on Golden Crocodile Douluo lit up.

In an instant, Golden Crocodile Douluo transformed into a massive golden crocodile.

With a roar, the surrounding stones rolled, and ripples spread through the air currents.

"You seek death!"

Seeing the opponent attack, the Hellfire Dragon King spat a stream of fire from its mouth.

The golden crocodile possessed top-tier defensive capabilities; it did not need to dodge, instead charging directly through the flames, opening its massive jaws to bite onto the fire dragon and initiating a death roll.

The body of the Hellfire Dragon King was immediately whipped around; its already severely injured frame saw its aura wither to the extreme at this moment.

"Eighth Spirit Skill, Boiling Blood!"

Ye Yuan'er seized the opportunity.

While the Hellfire Dragon King was being flung out, Ye Yuan'er flew into mid-air.

In an instant, flames fell like raindrops onto the Hellfire Dragon King.

The power of Ye Yuan'er's flames had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.

Every strike against the Hellfire Dragon King left an indelible wound on its body.

After only a moment, the Hellfire Dragon King ceased all movement, and a surge of energy emerged from its body, gradually forming a vibrant red Spirit Ring in the air.

Seeing this, Ye Yuan'er showed joy. After landing on the ground, she bowed to Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had already deactivated his Avatar of Martial Soul: "Many thanks to Second Worship for your help. Please, Second Worship, help me keep an eye on little Wen!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded slightly: "Go ahead, I will watch over him!"

Ye Yuan'er walked to the side of the Hellfire Dragon King, looking at that red Spirit Ring with a flushed face.

This was a supreme treasure that every spirit master dreamed of.

She hesitated no longer, sat cross-legged, and used her spirit power to draw the Spirit Ring toward her.

Su Wen watched quietly from the side, maintaining his silence so as not to disturb Aunt Ye.

Time ticked by second by second; Ye Yuan'er's expression shifted from initial pain to gradual calm as a full day and night passed.

Su Wen's stomach growled with hunger, so he cut off some of the Hellfire Dragon King's meat and roasted it using the nearby magma, taking the opportunity to dig out the Hellfire Dragon King's Spirit Bone and store it in his Soul Tool.

Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced over indifferently, a flash of greed crossing his eyes.

Considering the bigger picture, he ultimately suppressed that thought.

He closed his eyes to rest, and when he occasionally caught the scent of the roasting meat drifting over, his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

"Boom!"

Just then, the aura on Ye Yuan'er's body suddenly surged.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Nine great Spirit Rings circled her body.

Before long, Ye Yuan'er opened her eyes.

Within her pupils, orange-red flames burned like an abyss, beautiful yet dangerous.

"Level ninety-two. As expected of a hundred thousand year Spirit Ring, the power it contains is truly immense. Congratulations on advancing to a Title Douluo!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo also opened his eyes from his meditation. Looking at Ye Yuan'er's red Spirit Ring, he knew her potential had been unlocked at this moment; in the future, she would certainly be able to become a peak level ninety-eight Douluo just like him.

"Many thanks to the Second Worship for guarding me. Second Worship, have some meat!"

Before Ye Yuan'er could even speak, Su Wen had already brought over the roasted meat to express his gratitude.

Chapter 8: Dowry Judge

"Let's head back. This trip has truly gone smoothly!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the roasted meat in his hand and sighed with emotion.

Ye Yuan'er nodded gently.

The meat of a hundred thousand year Spirit Beast was pure essence.

Since they couldn't take it all, they only needed to take the necessary parts.

Feeding it to little Wen after they returned would help him grow up faster.

Ye Yuan'er frowned imperceptibly when she searched for the Spirit Bone and didn't find it.

However, she breathed a sigh of relief upon learning it was in Su Wen's hands.

A hundred thousand year Spirit Bone was extremely precious; if Golden Crocodile Douluo had taken it, she would definitely have demanded it back.

According to the rules of the Martial Soul Hall, Spirit Bones obtained while executing missions must be turned in.

But a Spirit Bone dropped when an individual absorbs a Spirit Ring belongs to that person.

Even if it were taken to the Grand Pontiff, she would still be in the right.

The three of them left the volcanic crater and flew toward Martial Soul City.

Ye Yuan'er's speed had clearly become much faster, saving a full half of the time compared to the journey there.

After parting ways with the Second Worship in Martial Soul City, Su Wen was led by the hand by Ye Yuan'er toward the Ye Family estate.

On the way, Su Wen's little face was filled with worry; how would he explain this to Bibi Dong tomorrow?

He knew well that Bibi Dong disliked the Worship Hall, and Ye Yuan'er's Spirit Ring had been obtained with the help of the Worship Hall.

Forget it, the matter of the Immortal Herb cannot be hidden. It was just a transaction with the Worship Hall; Bibi Dong should understand this logic. She wouldn't give me a hard time over this, would she?

Once Su Wen figured this out, he stopped worrying. Upon returning to his room, he took out that hundred thousand year Spirit Bone.

Ye Yuan'er leaned in with sparkling eyes; this was a Left Arm Spirit Bone.

She could feel a wave of intense heat when she held it in her hand.

"Aunt Ye, you should absorb it directly!"

Su Wen reminded her.

"No, little Wen, you should be the one to absorb it!"

Ye Yuan'er suppressed the desire in her heart, shook her head, and handed it back to Su Wen.