Inside the secret chamber, the radiance of the nine Soul Ring illuminated the stone walls with a dazzling display. Yang Wudi stood with his spear sheathed, his back ramrod straight, like a bloodthirsty divine blade that had just been drawn from its sheath, its sharpness intimidating.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
Finally, the blood-red ninth ring slowly settled, its surging pressure transforming into ripples of air that caused everyone's robes to billow.
Sensing the ferocity and vastness of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring up close, even the Third Elder's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously activated his Soul Power to protect his heart meridian.
Niu Gao was the first to snap out of his daze, grinning with envy. " Old Goat, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and get a title! Now that you're a peak ninth-ring expert, you can't do without a resounding name!"
Yang Wudi gently Soul Breaking Spear. The dark spear body reflected a red light, like a black dragon that had drunk its fill of blood, eager to tear the sky apart.
After a moment's thought, Yang Wudi spoke loudly, "My Soul Breaking Spear clan has never produced Titled Douluo. Now, with Feng'er's help, I have finally fulfilled my ancestor's ambition. Let's call him ' Soul Breaking Douluo '."
Niu Gao grinned and chuckled, cupping his hands in a teasing tone, "What a Soul Breaking Douluo! Now that you've been given a title, you must let us brothers see just how impressive your Ninth Soul Skill really is!"
Yang Wudi sensed it for a while, and after a moment, slowly said:
My Ninth Soul Skill's first skill is called ' Blood Bat Thousand Kills '. When the Soul Breaking Spear is thrust out, thousands of blood-red bat-shaped spear rays burst forth from the spear tip, each containing the dual attributes of blood-sucking and armor-piercing.
The attack ignores 50% of the target's physical defense, and 30% of the damage dealt to the enemy is converted into the user's health.
Everyone gasped in shock.
Niu Gao, renowned for his defense, shook his head with a wry smile, "The spear strikes like a torrent of blood, combining the ultimate attack of the Soul Breaking Spear with the tearing effect of a swarm of bats. It can also restore its own life force, growing stronger the more it's attacked. With such a powerful attack skill, I'm afraid even if I use my Eighth Soul Skill to withstand it, I won't be able to withstand these thousands of continuous attacks and end up severely injured."
Yang Wudi nodded and continued, "The second skill is called ' Nine Deaths, No Life,' a passively triggered survival skill. When activated, it generates nine ' Bat Head ' marks within the body. When receiving fatal damage, it automatically consumes one ' Bat Head ' mark to withstand the fatal blow and instantly restores fifty percent of its health."
Yang Wudi grinned, revealing a sharp smile, "Each time a mark is triggered, my Soul Power, strength, and speed will temporarily drop by 10%. Before all nine marks are exhausted, I... will find it difficult to die."
The secret room fell silent for a moment.
Niu Gao swallowed hard and muttered, " Old Goat, this isn't Soul Skill, this... this is giving you nine lives!"
Bai He said with burning eyes, "This skill is excellent. It perfectly complements the focused attack principle of your Soul Breaking Spear. With this skill, you can truly achieve 'unstoppable and fearless' attacks."
The Third Elder laughed heartily, "With these two skills, the title of Soul Breaking Douluo is truly well-deserved!"
Tai Tan laughed heartily, his massive, fan-like hand slapping Yang Wudi's shoulder with a resounding thud. "Old brother, from now on our sect has gained another God of Slaughter! Tonight, we'll drink three hundred cups of wine, and we won't leave until we're completely drunk!"
Niu Gao, his mouth already watering, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hahaha, Soul Breaking Douluo! Such a joyous occasion, how about treating us old brothers to a few jars of fine wine?"
Yang Wudi laughed loudly, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens. "We have it all! Tonight, let's drink until we drop!"
The group left the secret room and entered the reception hall. The Third Elder ordered food and wine to be brought out, and they began to drink heartily.
At midnight, the seniors were all drunk and snoring loudly.
At this moment, Cloud Mist Mountain was gently shrouded in a layer of silvery-gray night gauze. Tang Feng stepped alone onto the back mountain path. The mountain breeze brushed his face, carrying a cool fragrance of grass and trees, which calmed Tang Feng's boiling blood slightly.
Tang Feng's house was located halfway up the mountain on the east side, a quiet place specially reserved for Tang Feng by the Third Elder. It was a very quiet courtyard, surrounded by pine and cypress trees, with a mountain stream cascading down in front of the door, its murmuring water perfectly concealing any sounds of cultivation.
Upon entering the courtyard, there was a two-story building in the center and on either side of the gate. Tang Feng walked into the central building, pushed open the door, and found the interior furnishings simple yet warm and elegant. There was also a secret hot spring room underground, specially designed for soaking after cultivation.
Tang Feng entered the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and practiced breathing exercises for a while to expel the remaining effects of the alcohol, before solemnly taking out the palm-sized blood-red Soul Bone.
The Soul Bone resembled a bat's skull, its entire Soul Bone crystal clear, and blood seemed to flow on its surface. A powerful and violent spiritual fluctuation instantly filled the quiet room.
Tang Feng took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the crimson light. "A 100,000-year- Head Soul Bone will definitely elevate my spiritual power several levels!"
Tang Feng held the Soul Bone in his hands and slowly pressed it against his brow.
boom!
It felt as if a million steel needles were piercing his brain simultaneously; the excruciating pain caused Tang Feng's vision to go black. The next instant, his consciousness was swept into a blood-red mental space—
The sky hung low, the earth was crimson, and countless black bat shadows blotted out the sun, emitting piercing shrieks. At the summit of a bone mountain in the center, the phantom of Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King stood proudly, its nine eyes revealing a fierce light. Its remaining resentment materialized and pounced on Tang Feng.
"Go back!"
Tang Feng roared, Clear Sky Domain was released with a bang, with ripples of ice white and ice blue sweeping out from Tang Feng as the center.
The Sea of Consciousness surged with towering waves, and a phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer, formed from pure will, burst forth from the water, crashing heavily towards the bone mountain with unstoppable momentum.
Boom!
The crimson space shattered into countless fragments, and the Bat King's resentment let out a final mournful cry, turning into countless specks of light. The specks of light gathered again, condensing into a warm, crimson current that flowed into Tang Feng's sea of consciousness through his brow.
Outside, a faint, blood-red vortex appeared above the stone house, its immense spiritual power transforming into a tangible storm that tore the mountain mist to shreds.
Time passed quietly, and three hours later, the crimson vortex gradually contracted, turning into wisps of silk that seeped into Tang Feng's brow.
Tang Feng felt his Sea of Consciousness expand several times over, its surface turning from azure to a deep dark red. A massive, blood-red Clear Sky Hammer hovered in the center, guarding the entire sea of consciousness, as if it could crush any invading enemy.
As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight crossed the mountain peaks, they fell upon the boy's shoulders.
Tang Feng slowly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing alternately with blood-red light and white light, before returning to a deep gaze. Tang Feng gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.
"Mental strength... has increased at least fivefold!"
Tang Feng slowly released his spiritual power, covering the entire back mountain. It was so clear that he could capture the texture of the leaves and feel the rolling of the fine sand at the bottom of the mountain stream, as if everything was in his mind.
"My mental strength is approaching the level of Titled Douluo..." Tang Feng didn't know how the mental strength realms were divided in the Douluo Continent, but Tang Feng could sense that his mental strength was already close to that of a beginner Titled Douluo.
The Head Soul Bone of the " Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King " also provides two very powerful skills.
The first skill is called " Bloodthirsty Demonic Sound," which consumes 10% of your current mental energy to unleash an ultra-high-frequency sound wave attack, directly stunning the Sea of Consciousness enemies within a kilometer radius. It can cause enemies to fall into a state of confusion, fear, or hallucination, while also accurately detecting all living creatures with flowing blood within this range, ignoring stealth and disguise.
The second skill is called " Nine-Headed Soul Devouring Chains." It consumes five percent of Tang Feng's mental energy to release nine blood-red mental chains that shoot out from the forehead, instantly piercing the target's head and causing their mental energy to decrease by fifty percent. At the same time, the target Entanglement by the chains will fall into a dazed state, unable to act on their own, as if they are being parasitized by themselves. Two percent of the target's soul energy is extracted every second and converted into Tang Feng's mental energy, lasting for ten seconds. For targets whose mental energy is less than fifty percent of Tang Feng's, the duration is doubled. However, the cooldown time is long, and it can only be used three times a day.
"With these two powerful mental control and attack Soul Skill, I am now invincible against anyone below the Titled Douluo!" Tang Feng's heart surged with pride.
"After Grandpa returns, it'll be time to acquire my Sixth Soul Ring," Tang Feng muttered to himself. "Now my physical strength is comparable to Soul Douluo, and my mental power has also greatly improved. The age of my Sixth Soul Ring can be increased to between 70,000 and 80,000 years, and the preferred type is still a power-type Soul Beast."
Having made up his mind, Tang Feng stretched and headed down the mountain. Taking advantage of this rare moment of free time, Tang Feng decided to visit Heaven Dou City and see some old friends.