The group entered the secret chamber, Tang Feng gently patted the emerald green Ruyi Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse at his waist, releasing the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the ' Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King '.
A thick, impenetrable cloud of blood mist suddenly erupted, accompanied by a chilling, piercing scream.
The blood mist churned and condensed in the air, eventually transforming into a gigantic bat with a wingspan of five meters. Nine ferocious heads twisted and Entanglement like snakes, each with a single scarlet eye and fangs dripping with corrosive saliva.
However, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the " Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King," which should have been ferocious and powerful, was now slumped listlessly on the stone platform.
The nine heads hung limply, their wings and legs were tightly bound by iron chains by Tang Feng, and most fatally, there was a deep indentation on their backs where the bone was visible, indicating a broken spine, and they were already on the verge of death.
The air in the sealed room seemed to freeze.
"This... this is another... Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!" The Third Elder gasped, rushing forward in three strides, his pupils shrinking sharply.
"Yes, that's right," Tang Feng said calmly. "One of the kings of the Slaughter City, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, which resides on Hell Road. My grandfather and I exerted tremendous effort, fighting to the point of exhaustion, to finally injure and capture it. Fearing it might recover, I fed it dozens of Soul-Confusing Pill along the way, and now its spirit is beginning to dissipate; I'm afraid it won't live much longer."
"Ten thousand years... another ten thousand years!" The Third Elder's voice trembled, his eyes filled with extreme complexity.
The Third Elder remembered that two years ago, Tang Feng also captured a Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast " Soft Bone Rabbit " and personally gave it to Tang Lie as his Ninth Soul Ring.
Tang Lie's strength also increased dramatically as a result, and he has now broken through to Level 96. Only two years have passed, and this child has brought back another one!
" Feng'er, you... you are truly a lucky star for our Clear Sky Sect!" the Third Elder exclaimed, his eyes practically sparkling as he looked at Tang Feng.
"My God!" Niu Gao plopped down on the chair next to him. Everyone knew what Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast meant.
"Hehe, Grandpa, your Soul Breaking Spear is most suited to bloodthirsty aura," Tang Feng laughed. "This Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King has devoured the blood essence of countless fallen beings in the Slaughter City, making its aura the most concentrated in the world. Moreover, it possesses rare dual attributes of blood and darkness, extremely strong vitality, and specializes in mental attacks, making it perfectly suited to the attack power of your Soul Breaking Spear. This Soul Ring is simply tailor-made for you!"
Yang Wudi stood rooted to the spot, staring intently at Tang Feng, his lips trembling. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a few words: " Feng'er... this gift... is too much!"
"Grandpa, without you, I wouldn't be who I am today!" Tang Feng stepped forward and said solemnly, "Blood ties cannot be measured by a mere Soul Ring. Now that the mountain gate is about to reopen, strength is the most important thing. Please accept this!"
"Yeah, Old Goat, stop being so dramatic!" Tai Tan and the others urged.
Yang Wudi gripped Tang Feng's shoulders with both hands and nodded emphatically. "Alright! I'll accept this gift today!"
"There's no time to lose!" Tang Feng pointed to the nine heads of the " Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King " and said, "Only by cutting off all nine of its heads can we truly kill it. Grandpa, let's begin immediately."
Yang Wudi took a deep breath and thrust out nine times in succession with the Soul Breaking Spear. The jet-black spear light instantly pierced through the nine heads of the ' Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King '.
A piercingly mournful cry echoed through the secret chamber, Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's body convulsed violently before crashing to the ground.
The next instant, a blood-red, eerily strange Soul Ring slowly rose. From that crimson emanated a suffocating pressure.
At the same time, a blood-red Soul Bone shaped like a bat's head fell to the ground with a "thud." Blood seemed to flow on the surface of the Soul Bone, radiating a strong spiritual fluctuation.
" Head Soul Bone!" everyone exclaimed in unison.
Yang Wudi picked up the Head Soul Bone without even glancing at it, and handed it to Tang Feng, saying firmly, " Soul Ring, please accept this Head Soul Bone. It's of extremely high quality and at the 100,000-year level. It will definitely be of great help to your future cultivation. Keep it and absorb it yourself."
He then stated firmly, "If you don't accept it, I won't absorb this Soul Ring!"
Tang Feng thought to himself, "Why does this plot seem so familiar?"
The Third Elder sighed, " Feng'er, please accept your grandfather's kindness."
Seeing his grandfather's resolute attitude, Tang Feng no longer declined and carefully stored the Soul Bone into his storage ring.
Yang Wudi then sat down cross-legged, preparing to absorb the Soul Ring.
The Soul Breaking Spear stood before him, drawing the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, which slowly landed on the Soul Breaking Spear.
In an instant, Yang Wudi struck as if by lightning, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The excruciating pain of thousands of steel needles piercing his soul at the same time made Yang Wudi unable to help but let out a beast-like low roar.
The bloodthirsty aura surged like a bursting dam, rampaging through Yang Wudi's meridians. Each surge felt like a red-hot wire being pulled back and forth within his blood vessels; wisps of scarlet mist condensed into spiderweb-like dark patterns beneath Yang Wudi's skin, as if they might tear his skin apart and burst out at any moment.
Even more terrifying was the Sea of Consciousness, where the resentment of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast before its death transformed into millions of blood-red bats, flapping their wings and shrieking as they pounced on Yang Wudi's soul essence.
Their fangs were menacing, and with each bite, they were gnawing at Yang Wudi's will and self. The intense pain caused blood to seep from all seven of Yang Wudi's orifices at the same time, and his whole body was instantly stained with blood.
" Old Goat!" Niu Gao roared, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he didn't dare to take a single step closer.
The Bai He and Tai Tan were also deathly pale. The pungent, almost tangible stench of blood in the secret chamber made it difficult for them to breathe, as if they had fallen into a killing hell.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Tang Feng darted behind Yang Wudi.
Grandpa, stay calm!
Buzz!
A white-tinged, icy-blue domain suddenly expanded from Tang Feng's center, enveloping Yang Wudi. That was the Clear Sky Domain, evolved from Tang Feng's Divine Slaughter's Domain!
Wherever the domain passed, the Blood Fiend Bats froze, as if being choked by an invisible hand. They let out even more piercing shrieks, but could no longer freely attack Yang Wudi's soul, and could only futilely crash into that cold and sharp barrier.
Tang Feng placed his palms on Yang Wudi's back, his ten fingers like hooks, and his Soul Power flowed in like a trickle, not to forcibly expel the blood evil for Yang Wudi, but to guide and divert it.
The violent Soul Power within Yang Wudi's body seemed to be reorganized by an unseen hand. The originally turbulent bloodthirsty energy was cut into countless fine strands, which, following the unique trajectory of the Soul Breaking Spear, were Sisi into his dantian and then dispersed to his limbs and bones.
This is an extremely dangerous process. Tang Feng must maintain the dual output of the Clear Sky Domain and his own Soul Power. If he makes the slightest mistake, not only will Yang Wudi explode and die, but he himself may also be devoured by the Blood Fiend.
Time passed little by little.
On Yang Wudi's skin, the dark red patterns gradually changed from chaotic to orderly, eventually condensing into nine thin blood lines that spread from his chest to his arms.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, the number of crimson bats began to dwindle. Each one shredded by the spear intent transformed into the purest spiritual power, merging into Yang Wudi's sea of consciousness. The intense pain remained, but it was no longer violent; instead, it was a tempering process of tearing apart and rebuilding.
Two hours passed.
Yang Wudi's breathing finally calmed down, and his face, which had been contorted with pain, gradually relaxed, replaced by a look of determination and sharpness.
Tang Feng's forehead was covered in sweat as he slowly withdrew his palms.
"Young Sect Master, how is the Old Goat?" Niu Gao asked worriedly.
Tang Feng shook his head, panting, but his eyes were bright. "The most dangerous stage is over! Grandpa can now guide and absorb the energy of the Soul Ring on his own."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing to recover his Soul Power.
Exactly twelve hours later.
Everyone turned to look at the center of the stone platform. When Yang Wudi opened his eyes again, a flash of blood-red light appeared in his eyes, and his aura had undergone a complete transformation, becoming extremely sharp.
His Soul Power Level skyrocketed, reaching the peak of Level 92! Yang Wudi felt as if he had inexhaustible power within him, and the Soul Breaking Spear was Entanglement with a layer of eerie blood-red patterns, its spear light seemingly capable of piercing through everything.
"Congratulations, Grandpa, on your promotion to Titled Douluo!" Tang Feng, who was standing guard to the side, shouted first.
"Hahaha, congratulations, Old Goat, on breaking through the limits of the Soul Breaking Spear and becoming the first Titled Douluo Soul Breaking Spear!" The other three clan leaders also offered their congratulations.