At the group's speed, it only took ten minutes to reach a massive basin. In the center of the basin, two gargantuan creatures were locked in fierce combat.
Though it was called combat, it was mostly one side taking a beating while the other relentlessly attacked.
The one taking the beating was naturally the Heavenly Net Turtle. Its shell reached a diameter of seven meters, perfectly corresponding to its seventy-thousand-year cultivation.
The Greatclaw Tyrant Dragon stood nine meters tall, a hallmark of a ninety-thousand-year cultivation. When Gu Rong first saw this dragon, it was only eighty-thousand years old; nearly ten years had passed, and it had actually reached ninety-thousand years. It was a perfect match for Long Wu's ninth soul ring.
Terrifying soul power surged through the dragon's massive claws as it smashed them down violently against the turtle's shell.
However, the Heavenly Net Turtle's defense was startling, and it possessed the ability to reflect attacks. Even though the dragon's cultivation was higher, it was unable to take the turtle down for the time being.
Seeing this, Chen Xin decisively took action. Moving with him was Mi He, who had just obtained his ninth soul ring and was itching to test his ninth soul skill. The others were also eager to see the strength of a newly ascended Titled Douluo.
"Seven Kill Sword!"
"Army-Breaker Sword!"
The master and disciple shouted in unison. Sharp and domineering longswords appeared in their hands. Holding their blades, they drifted into the sky, each selecting a target.
The battling turtle and dragon suddenly stopped. They felt a terrifying aura lock onto them, making their hair stand on end.
It was the threat of death, an aura they had only felt from hundred-thousand-year soul beasts. They looked up simultaneously at the two human Soul Masters standing high in the air like immortals.
In their eyes, these humans were tiny; if not for their immense power, the beasts wouldn't even be able to see them. Yet the soul power fluctuations surrounding them were like two hundred-thousand-year soul beasts. Nine soul rings rose around each of them, shining brilliantly.
'Titled Douluos! And there are two of them?!' The thought echoed through the shocked minds of the turtle and the dragon.
They never expected that a personal grudge match would draw in two Titled Douluos.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Myriad Sword Return to One!"
Chen Xin didn't hesitate. Once his aura locked onto the beasts, his black sixth soul ring lit up, covering both targets.
Mi He moved as well. He aimed for the Heavenly Net Turtle. Although it was only seventy-thousand years old, its defense was legendary. To end the battle quickly, he struck with full force.
"Ninth Soul Skill: Flying Dragon Piercing Heaven!"
Mi He used his newly acquired ninth soul skill. He wanted to test its power and familiarize himself with the effect.
As the pitch-black ninth soul ring lit up, the Army-Breaker Sword shot from his hand like an arrow, homing in on the turtle.
Following the sword's release, a violent silver-white light erupted. The four-foot-three-inch blade transformed into a ten-meter-long sword-dragon, identical to the innate skill used by the Sword-Winged Demon Dragon.
The fusion of the ninety-thousand-year soul ring and the Army-Breaker Sword created his strongest single-target attack. The domineering sword-dragon dove toward the turtle with overwhelming momentum.
The turtle and the dragon were stunned. A total ultimate out of nowhere? Who did they offend?
The Greatclaw Tyrant Dragon had only just reached ninety-thousand years and wanted to settle an old score with the turtle; instead, it was about to lose its life.
They couldn't escape now. The two beasts looked at each other and instantly understood. They turned from enemies to allies, cooperating with sudden chemistry.
Terrifying soul power erupted from them. An emerald-green light flared from the turtle, and a massive, shell-like dome rose—its innate skill, the Heavenly Net Divine Cover.
The turtle relied on this skill to resist and reflect the dragon's attacks. Now, it poured every drop of its soul power into it, maximizing the skill's potential.
The dragon's brownish-red soul power burned like fire. Its claws grew even thicker as it roared at the sky, swinging them upward. Two ten-meter claw marks tore through the air, attempting to meet Chen Xin's Myriad Sword Return to One head-on.
This was the dragon's innate skill—Greatclaw Tearing the Heavens! While inferior to the Darkgold Terrorclaw, it was a top-tier skill at the ninety-thousand-year level.
However, they were facing Titled Douluos, and they had already exhausted much of their power fighting each other. They couldn't possibly withstand such an assault.
Chen Xin's Myriad Sword Return to One, launched with Rank 97 peak soul power, was comparable to a hundred-thousand-year soul beast's full-strength strike. The dragon's attack was shredded by infinite sword shadows in seconds. The dragon was pinned to the ground, meeting the same fate as the demon dragon before it.
This time, Chen Xin didn't need to give a reminder. As he launched his skill, Long Wu had already released his Martial Soul. Once the dragon was pinned, Long Wu lunged forward and crushed its skull.
The Heavenly Net Turtle's defense was amazing, but Chen Xin's attack forced it to go all out. When Mi He's ninth soul skill followed, the turtle was devastated. Its shell was pierced, and it was left on the brink of death.
Though Ning Fengzhi was an Auxiliary Type Soul Master, he was a man of action. He stepped up with a dagger and stabbed it into the turtle's head, claiming his eighth soul ring.
Shortly after, two black soul rings rose from the corpses. Ning Fengzhi and Long Wu exchanged a look, sat cross-legged, and began the absorption.
During this time, Gu Xuan and Zuo Yi went to loot the dragon's lair. The turtle lived in the basin and would bury itself in damp soil, so it didn't collect treasures. The dragon's hoard, however, was a decent haul worth over a million Gold Soul Coins. Those dragon-type beasts were truly wealthy.
Five hours later, the absorption was complete. Even as the Sect Master, Ning Fengzhi couldn't hide his excitement.
While Gu Xuan was looting, Chen Xin checked the corpses; there were no Soul Bones. Gu Xuan took the dragon's body to nourish his egg, while Zuo Yi stored the turtle to be stewed back at the sect—it was a potent tonic.
"Fengzhi, looking at you, that eighth soul skill must be very powerful," Chen Xin remarked.
The joy on Ning Fengzhi's face was irrepressible. Even as he tried to calm himself, his face remained slightly flushed from the thrill.
He said slowly. "Yes. With this eighth soul skill, Uncle Sword, you won't have to protect me on the battlefield anymore. You can focus entirely on fighting."
Chen Xin's eyes lit up. If that was true, his combat effectiveness would rise even further. He had always had to split his attention to guard Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi continued. "My eighth soul skill is called Eight Treasure Heavenly Net Divine Cover. It can withstand eight full-strength strikes from a Titled Douluo and reflect one attack back at them."
Everyone—Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Gu Xuan, and the others—stood there dumbfounded. Withstanding eight full-strength strikes? That was practically a Divine Skill!
After all, no Titled Douluo had enough soul power to launch eight ninth soul skills in a row.
Of course, Ning Fengzhi didn't mention that the skill could only be used once per day.
(End of Chapter)
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