After Absorbing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, He'd Really Traded a Peashooter for a Cannon

Because his second Spirit Ring was a hundred thousand years old, Lu Yuan also gained two spirit skills.

They were [Big Luck Mountains and Rivers] and [Wheel-Body Domain].

[Big Luck Mountains and Rivers: Possessed by the All-Phenomena Hundred-Ton King, you draw on the might of mountains and rivers. Your strength doubles again, and you can discern an enemy's weakness and smash through it.]

[Wheel-Body Domain: Your Martial Soul's wheels grip the ground as if welded to it, while its body sweeps across the area to form a crushing domain.]

"Not bad! Just what I'd expect from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!"

He opened the door, climbed into the cab, and shut it behind him.

He glanced at the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound's corpse in the Cargo Box on the display, then at the new buttons on the dashboard: Turbocharging, Nitrous Boost, and a speed-mode switch...

"Damn. Absorbing a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring really is like trading a peashooter for a cannon."

He rubbed his hands, gripped the steering wheel, and looked into the distance.

"Next... time to find something stronger and more interesting to ram."

"I'm already level fifty. I can take on three more Spirit Rings."

The moment the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast died, the entire Star Dou Great Forest erupted like a disturbed hornet's nest.

First came a brief, deathly silence.

Then earthshaking roars burst out from every direction at once!

They rose and fell across the forest, making the ground tremble!

A beast tide had begun!

Tens of thousands of Spirit Beasts throughout the Star Dou Great Forest sensed a presence that struck fear into their hearts.

To them, the fallen Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had been the forest's king, the key to its balance.

The king's death meant the collapse of order. It also meant the time for slaughter had come.

From thousand-year Spirit Beasts to Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts, they all went wild, charging toward the place where the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had fallen!

They wanted to devour its flesh and bones to grow stronger, and they meant to tear the intruder apart.

In the sky.

A dark mass of flying Spirit Beasts blotted out the sun, their shrill cries piercing the air.

On the ground.

Countless Spirit Beasts surged toward the core area. Trees toppled, rocks split, and dust billowed in their wake.

Zhao Lie and his four teammates still sat sprawled in the canyon, only just recovering from the shock.

They had watched Lu Yuan drive his Handcart into the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and kill it.

After seeing Lu Yuan bring down the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound, their minds had gone completely blank.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was a creature comparable to a Titled Douluo, a legendary being no one had successfully hunted in the centuries since the Spirit Hunting Guild's founding.

Yet that boy in the distance, who looked only seven or eight, had driven a Handcart through its territory as if nothing could stop him and rammed the hundred-thousand-year Ferocious Beast to death! He had smashed two of the Crimson Demon Hound's heads apart, sending blood spraying everywhere.

"C-Captain..." The gaunt man stared in horror, his voice shaking. "Are... are we dreaming?"

Zhao Lie opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He stared at the iron vehicle as it transformed, at the dark-red patterns flowing across its body and the three enormous turbochargers rising from its roof...

At that moment, everything he thought he knew fell apart.

But before he could recover from the shock, an even greater danger crept closer.

The ground shook, and Spirit Beasts wheeled overhead and flew toward them.

"Captain! This is bad!" another teammate, a fat man, cried in terror, pointing into the distance. "It's a beast tide! A beast tide!"

The other teammates' faces changed.

Zhao Lie snapped back to his senses and looked where the fat man pointed. His face went deathly pale.

Along the distant horizon, a vast, dark mass of Spirit Beasts was charging straight toward them!

There were so many, packed so tightly together, that the sight made his scalp crawl!

From hundred-year Spirit Beasts to thousand-year ones, and from thousand-year ones to Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts, there were beasts running on the ground and flying through the sky alike!

"Run!" Zhao Lie roared, his eyes widening.

He snatched up his Martial Soul's broad-bladed saber and fled toward the canyon.

The other four teammates scrambled after him as fast as they could, wishing their parents had given them two extra legs apiece.

But before they had run a hundred meters, they stopped in despair.

Another beast tide was surging toward them from ahead.

In front, behind, to either side—Spirit Beasts were coming from every direction!

They were surrounded!

"It's over..." Tears streamed down the fat teammate's face. His legs shook, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. "We're dead..."

Zhao Lie's face was pale too, and the arm holding his saber would not stop trembling.

In more than forty years of life, he had faced death countless times, but he had never felt despair like this.

Against tens of thousands of Spirit Beasts, even a Titled Douluo would probably have no choice but to flee, let alone a level-sixty-two Soul Emperor like him!

The other three gaunt teammates looked at one another, saw the terror in each other's eyes, and shivered.

Just then, a low engine rumble came from behind them.

Zhao Lie spun around. The massive black steel beast was slowly rolling toward them.

The dark-red patterns on its front seemed to glow with an eerie light. Its three enormous turbochargers whirred, while blue flames occasionally burst from the nitrous nozzles on either side of its exhaust pipe.

Lu Yuan leaned out of the window. He looked at the oncoming beast tide, then at Zhao Lie and the others. Raising an eyebrow, he gave a faint grin. "Oh! You're still here?"

Lu Yuan had spotted Zhao Lie and the others long ago, but he had paid them no mind.

Now that the beast tide had trapped them with no way out, he could not resist coming over to taunt them.

Zhao Lie froze for a moment, then fell silent.

The other four teammates looked at Lu Yuan with fear and dread too.

A boy who could kill a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast was not someone they could afford to provoke. He could crush them with a single finger.

Lu Yuan had not expected an answer. He pulled his head back inside, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and grinned. "Make way! Make way! Give me room, but don't change lanes! Big Luck's coming through!"

With that, he floored the accelerator!

Big Luck's engine let out a deafening roar!

All twelve wheels spun furiously, gouging two deep ruts into the ground!

The black steel vehicle charged at the beast tide ahead like a monstrous beast!

Lu Yuan reached out and pressed the Turbocharging button!

"Turbocharging! Activate!"

The three turbochargers on the roof blasted out jets of blazing blue flame at once, letting out a piercing roar!

Big Luck's speed shot from sixty kilometers per hour to a hundred and twenty!

Lu Yuan pressed the Nitrous Boost button too!

"Nitrous Boost! Activate!"