Special Flood Dragon Soul Beast

Early the next morning, Zhao Ming entered Star Dou Forest together with Snake Lance Douluo.

Unlike the previous three hunts, when soul beasts had practically delivered themselves to his door, this time Zhao Ming and Snake Lance Douluo walked through the forest for over half an hour without encountering a single soul beast.

However, Zhao Ming was not in a hurry. The moment he entered Star Dou Forest, the Treasure-Dropping Coin gave him a clear direction, like an invisible thread guiding him toward a particular place.

Zhao Ming only needed to follow that guidance forward. He did not need to search aimlessly through the forest like other soul masters.

Snake Lance Douluo remained silent the entire time, following quickly behind Zhao Ming.

His senses had long since spread outward, taking in every movement within several hundred meters.

Though Zhao Ming had not told him what their target was, Snake Lance Douluo knew that as long as he followed Zhao Ming, they would definitely find that soul ring.

The two hurried onward and soon reached the mixed zone of Star Dou Forest.

The mixed zone was where ten-thousand-year soul beasts gathered in Star Dou Forest. The moment they entered this region, the number of ten-thousand-year soul beasts noticeably increased.

They were not quite everywhere to be seen, but in every area, they would always encounter one or two.

Sensing the Title Douluo aura emanating from Snake Lance Douluo, most of those ten-thousand-year soul beasts chose to keep their distance, not daring to provoke him lightly.

Occasionally, a few foolish ones tried to step forward and test him, only to retreat miserably after Snake Lance Douluo swept them with a glance.

Following the Treasure-Dropping Coin's guidance, Zhao Ming traveled through the mixed zone for more than an hour before finally arriving at a lake.

The lake was not large, only several hundred zhang across. Its water was crystal clear, shimmering beneath the sunlight.

Dense aquatic plants and low shrubs grew along the shore, while several unknown wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze. The scenery was rather pleasant.

But Zhao Ming had no mood to admire it, because the Treasure-Dropping Coin's guidance vanished the moment he reached the lakeshore.

In other words, the soul beast he needed for his fourth soul ring was in this lake.

When Snake Lance Douluo saw Zhao Ming stop, he immediately understood that the target was here.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flipped his right hand, and his martial soul, the Snake Lance, instantly appeared in his grasp.

It was a pitch-black, snake-shaped spear. A savage venomous snake coiled around its shaft, its flickering tongue radiating a chilling gleam.

At the same time, nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—slowly rose beneath his feet, circling his body one after another and exuding the terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo.

That pressure spread in all directions as though tangible. The lake surface churned violently beneath it, ripples spreading layer upon layer.

The surrounding soul beasts below ten thousand years scattered and fled upon sensing this aura, not daring to even look back.

Within just a few breaths, the entire lakeside fell silent, leaving only the sound of water lapping against the shore.

Yet the soul beast at the bottom of the lake seemed to have been enraged.

A deep dragon roar rose from beneath the lake, rich and prolonged, carrying an inviolable majesty. Immediately afterward, the lake surface exploded. A column of water shot into the sky, and amid the spraying water, a slender figure soared out from the lake and coiled through the air.

Seeing the soul beast emerge from the water, surprise flashed through Zhao Ming's eyes.

Because this soul beast looked remarkably like the Flood Dragon from the legends of China in his previous life.

It was a Flood Dragon covered entirely in blue-black scales. It was more than ten zhang long and as thick as a water vat, with a single horn on its head and four claws beneath its belly. Every scale gleamed with a metallic luster under the sunlight.

Its body was long and agile, completely unlike the bulky, winged Western dragons commonly seen on Douluo Continent. Instead, it resembled the Eastern divine dragons from Zhao Ming's memories of his previous life.

The Dragon Clan of Douluo Continent all took the form of Western dragons. This was Zhao Ming's first time seeing a Flood Dragon-like soul beast in this world.

What surprised Zhao Ming even more was that a ring of water droplets seemed to be circling the Flood Dragon's neck.

Those droplets were crystal clear, refracting rainbow-colored light beneath the sun. Like a necklace strung from water beads, they quietly floated around the Flood Dragon's neck.

After emerging from the water, fury gleamed within the Flood Dragon's vertical pupils.

It was clearly extremely displeased with the two humans who had intruded upon its territory, especially the one holding a Snake Lance and giving off the aura of a Title Douluo.

The Flood Dragon threw back its head and let out a deafening roar. The twelve water droplets around its neck moved in response, shooting toward Snake Lance Douluo and Zhao Ming like twelve cannonballs.

The twelve droplets were astonishingly fast, reaching the two of them almost the instant they left the Flood Dragon's neck.

But what alarmed Zhao Ming even more was that the twelve droplets resonated with one another in flight, creating an effect similar to a domain.

When the droplets entered within ten meters of them, Zhao Ming felt an invisible pressure squeezing in from all directions. The circulation speed of his Soul Power abruptly dropped by thirty percent, while his spiritual power was suppressed to less than five meters around his body.

At the same time, a powerful gravity field descended, as though a thousand-jin burden had been placed on his shoulders, making even lifting his foot difficult.

"A gravity domain? No, that's not right. It's not that simple. This is a domain-type soul skill, but not merely a gravity domain. The domain effect simply comes with gravity suppression and spiritual power suppression." Zhao Ming analyzed rapidly, yet there was not the slightest panic in his eyes.

Snake Lance Douluo reacted even faster than Zhao Ming.

The instant the domain formed by the twelve droplets descended over them, he snorted coldly and swung the Snake Lance in his hand. A jet-black spear radiance tore through the air, carrying the terrifying Soul Power of a Title Douluo as it slashed straight toward the twelve droplets.

However, the twelve droplets seemed to possess life. The instant the spear radiance struck, they abruptly scattered, evading the blow before continuing to shoot toward the two from different angles.

Snake Lance Douluo frowned slightly. The third soul ring beneath his feet lit up, and the Snake Lance in his hand transformed into a skyful of spear shadows, shielding Zhao Ming behind him while stabbing at the water droplets.

"Uncle Snake Lance, it's my third soul ring. Be careful not to kill it!" Zhao Ming hurriedly warned.

"Then what do you plan to do?" Snake Lance Douluo asked in a deep voice as he blocked the attacks of the twelve droplets.

Zhao Ming stared at the Flood Dragon coiling in midair, a faint smile rising at the corner of his lips. "Uncle Snake Lance, just help me suppress it and don't let it escape. Leave the rest to me."

Since these twelve water droplets had flown out, could the Treasure-Dropping Coin knock them down directly?