Second Martial Soul--Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon

Gu Rong and Chen Xin did not pursue the fleeing enemies, choosing instead to finish off the remaining Martial Soul Hall soul masters and then suppress the killing intent surging within Ling Chen.

Ling Chen's scarlet eyes gradually faded, his consciousness returning to clarity as his trembling hands released the Green Steel Sword.

A wave of exhaustion flooded his body; Ling Chen had pushed himself to the limit to manifest the Hundred Demon Shadow Clones, and now he drifted into a heavy, drowsy sleep.

Such high-intensity consumption of soul power and mental energy was far too much for Ling Chen's young body to bear.

There were still so many corpses on the ground waiting to be looted, and Ling Chen couldn't let these Martial Soul Origins slip away in vain; with the Hundred Demon Shadow Clones present, however, things were simple.

While Ling Chen's body slept, his consciousness arrived in the Dragon Pillar Space.

The Golden Dragon and White Dragon danced around their respective pillars, a sight Ling Chen had long since grown accustomed to. Ling Chen strode forward and touched the Golden Dragon Pillar.

He needed to summarize how much Martial Soul Origin each stage of a soul master could provide. For every rank range of soul masters and soul beasts, the Martial Soul Origin they possessed should also fall within a specific range.

Soul Scholar: 0~10 points

Soul Master: 0~100 points

Soul Grand Master: 0~1,000 points

Soul Elder: 0~10,000 points

Soul Ancestor: 0~100,000 points

Soul King: 0~1,000,000 points

Soul Saint: 0~10,000,000 points

Soul Douluo: 0~100,000,000 points

Title Douluo: 0~1,000,000,000 points.

This might seem exaggerated, but in reality, it depended on the strength of the soul master's martial soul, the condition of the corpse, and other factors.

Ling Chen had been looting corpses for a while now, but he had never managed to obtain the peak Martial Soul Origin values possessed by those soul masters; in fact, he rarely even reached half of that amount.

However, even if the amount obtained from a single corpse was meager, the sheer number of bodies made up for it. On the battlefield of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect alone, there were nearly ten thousand casualties.

Not to mention the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which had at least five thousand.

"Refreshing!"

Ling Chen watched the Martial Soul Origin points climb rapidly, feeling a sense of pure satisfaction. The fall of the two Title Douluo, in particular, had provided him with a massive amount of Martial Soul Origin.

Yu Yuanzhen was the strongest beast-type Title Douluo, and the Martial Soul Origin Ling Chen stripped from him reached a staggering one hundred million. Bone Armor Douluo was more mediocre; he didn't even reach ten million, providing only five million points.

Of course, it was precisely thanks to the outstanding contributions of these two Title Douluo that Ling Chen learned it required one hundred million Martial Soul Origin points to condense a new martial soul.

In other words, Ling Chen would only have a chance to condense a new martial soul if a Title Douluo with a high-quality martial soul died right before his eyes.

Thinking of it this way, what about the three Limit Douluo: Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, and Bo Saixi?

Ling Chen felt a thrill of excitement; their Martial Soul Origin must surely exceed one hundred million. Being only one step away from godhood, their strength at this stage was unquestionable—they were the strongest on the Douluo Continent.

Wait... it seemed there was more to it than that.

The Rakshasa God, Food God, Nine-Colored Goddess, and other divine positions must have guardians like High Priests or Grand Elders.

They sacrificed their own lives to pave the path to godhood for the successor.

Ling Chen couldn't help but click his tongue in secret; these gods were truly sinister, and to an extreme degree. They set up inheritance grounds only to use a highly talented individual as a stepping stone for a new god.

It wasn't that these gods couldn't help them break through level 100; they had other motives entirely.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Ling Chen.

After Chen Xin died, the Sea God Tang San would re-condense his soul in the God Realm, allowing him to establish a sword dao inheritance on the Douluo Continent.

If that were the case, would Ling Chen himself become the Grand Elder of this sword dao inheritance? As a disciple of the Sword God, it was entirely possible.

As for becoming a god himself, Ling Chen felt it was unlikely. Pulling strings like that was something only someone like Tang San, who held dual godhoods, could manage.

"Hiss~"

Ling Chen couldn't help but gasp; this was becoming troublesome.

Ling Chen did not want to be reduced to a stepping stone, nor did he want to be restricted by a sword dao inheritance. A sword cultivator should be free to roam the world, following their own heart—how could he be content living under someone else's shadow?

Perhaps by condensing a new martial soul, he could find another path, one not controlled by Chen Xin.

When Ling Chen saw the Golden Dragon and White Dragon circling the pillars once more, he knew the clones had finished their work.

Ling Chen touched the Golden Dragon Pillar to inspect his harvest.

[Martial Soul Origin]:

Tool Martial Soul: 786,495 points.

Beast Martial Soul: 106,855,618 points.

Body Martial Soul: 7,568 points.

Special Martial Soul: 92,446 points.

[Martial Soul Enhancement Count]: 4 times. (Martial Soul Origin required for enhancement: 1,000,000 points.)

[Second Martial Soul]: Not yet awakened. (Martial Soul Origin required to condense second martial soul: 100,000,000 points.)

Ling Chen did not say a word; while performing the fifth reinforcement on the Green Steel Sword, he also began to condense his second Martial Soul.

In an instant, the Golden Dragon spat out a ball of golden light that enveloped Ling Chen, and Ling Chen felt the materialization of the Martial Soul Origin power within his body.

Such terrifying power. Wait, why does the aura of this power feel somewhat familiar?

Thunder, a domineering power—could it be... the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?

Ling Chen only felt his entire body being scoured by the massive Martial Soul Origin, as if he were placed inside an alchemy furnace, his physical body slowly melting away.

Yet, his soul felt as though it had fallen into an ice cellar; the cold that struck directly at his soul rendered Ling Chen unable to think.

Trembling, his body could not help but tremble.

Chen Xin watched as Ling Chen's face alternated between red and white, unable to help but feel a bit worried. However, Ling Chen's clone remained completely normal, which only made Chen Xin more confused.

Ling Chen's consciousness cleared slightly; if it weren't for the fact that this was the Dragon Pillar Space, he would have truly felt as if he were soaking in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

After half an hour of torture, the pain on Ling Chen's body gradually faded, replaced by a comfortable, warm current.

As expected, without the heaven-defying talent of Twin Martial Souls, relying on other methods to obtain a new Martial Soul was somewhat painful.

At this moment, the golden light on the Golden Dragon Pillar had dimmed significantly. The Golden Dragons themselves seemed to have no complaints, hoping instead that Ling Chen would grow stronger as quickly as possible.

"Is this power... the strongest beast Martial Soul?"

Ling Chen clenched his hand; the weakness of a child seemed to have vanished into thin air at this moment.

"Then, it is your turn next!"

The Green Steel Sword in Ling Chen's hand gradually hovered, and the Martial Soul Origin was injected into it.

"Rumble!"

A bolt of lightning streaked across, striking the Green Steel Sword. Ling Chen stumbled back a few steps, looking at the space above the dragon pillars in disbelief.

This... where did the thunder come from?

Above the dragon pillars, there was only endless darkness; one could not even see a single cloud.

A numbing sensation spread throughout his entire body; the lightning from just a moment ago seemed to have struck not the Green Steel Sword, but Ling Chen himself.

Immediately following, the second bolt of lightning fell, and Ling Chen collapsed to his knees with a "thud."

Ling Chen, who had just emerged from the torture, was already exhausted. Now, having to endure this Thunder Tribulation capable of striking him flat, his child's body could not withstand such devastation.

Before Ling Chen could catch his breath, another bolt of thunder landed on the Green Steel Sword.

The originally heavy and sturdy Green Steel Sword was cracked by this third Thunder Tribulation, and Ling Chen lost consciousness as a result.