bookbashuk Chapter 372 Slaughter? The White Dragon Slayer Tuoba hope!
Chapter 372 Slaughter? The White Dragon Slayer Tuoba hope!
"Boss—!!"
"Release our island owner!!"
"Fight them to the death!!!"
Just then, a series of roars, filled with anger, fear, and desperate fighting, suddenly erupted from the outskirts of the village, from behind the burning houses, and even from behind the rocks by the sea!
Dozens of members of the Purple Pearl Pirates, dressed in uniform dark purple outfits and wielding various strange naval weapons, charged out like an enraged swarm of bees, their eyes red!
They were originally scattered throughout the island or sent to patrol other fishing villages, but upon receiving the emergency signal or seeing the towering flames and thick smoke over Grey Shell Village, they rushed over in a frenzy.
At this moment, seeing their respected leader being so easily suppressed by the blue-haired young man as if he were a chicken, with his life hanging by a thread, the pirates' boundless rage instantly overwhelmed their fear!
These pirates, who had lived a life of constant danger, were incredibly fierce. Although their individual strength was far inferior to Tang San and his companions, their superior numbers and fearlessness made them a force to be reckoned with. They roared, their spirit rings blazing brightly, unleashing a variety of spirit skills—water arrows, ice spikes, poison mist, seaweed, and even summoning small phantom sea beasts.
Like a chaotic yet dense hail of bullets, they rained down on Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun! They were attempting to buy Zi Zhenzhu a chance to survive through this suicidal attack!
"A bunch of ants courting death."
Faced with this sudden attack, Tang San didn't even lift his eyelids, only frowned slightly, as if he just felt that his enjoyment of eating had been disturbed.
He didn't even weaken the power that suppressed the purple pearl.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun both revealed a cruel yet excited smile.
"Another bunch of bloodsuckers are here! Fatty, let's see who kills the most!"
Dai Mubai laughed wildly, and his Evil Eye White Tiger suddenly swelled up. He no longer cared about the Purple Pearl who was right in front of him, but turned around abruptly, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and pounced fiercely on the pirates who were rushing towards him!
"Pfft! Snap! Pfft—!"
With a swipe of the tiger's claws, several pirates, along with their weapons, were torn to shreds!
With a sweep of its tail, a group of pirates were sent flying backwards as if struck by a giant tree, their bones broken and tendons snapped, spitting blood!
Dai Mubai even opened his blood-red maw and bit off a pirate Soul King who was closest to him and trying to unleash his Soul Skill, splattering blood and internal organs all over the ground.
Ma Hongjun was equally unwilling to be outdone. He hovered in mid-air, his arms outstretched, and dark purple evil phoenix flames poured down as if they had a life of their own!
It was no longer the slow refining process it had been; instead, it transformed into a raging inferno of destruction!
"Phoenix Meteor Shower!"
Instantly, countless fist-sized, dark purple fireballs, containing terrifying heat and corrosive power, rained down on the pirate horde!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!"
The fireball exploded upon landing, its dark purple flames like maggots clinging to bones, igniting anything that touched it. It not only burned the flesh but also frantically eroded the pirates' soul power and spirit!
Pirates hit directly by fireballs are instantly reduced to charred skeletons or vaporized!
Those splashed by the flames screamed and rolled on the ground, but no matter what they did, they could not extinguish the strange and evil fire. They could only watch helplessly as they were burned alive and turned to ashes!
Massacre! A one-sided massacre!
Dozens of fierce pirates were as fragile as paper toys in front of Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, two Soul Masters whose strength far surpassed their own and whose methods were cruel and ruthless.
The screams stopped abruptly after only a few breaths.
The pirates who charged out were all wiped out, with none surviving.
All that remained on the ground were mutilated and charred corpses, and still hissing dark purple flames, a scene even more gruesome and nauseating than the previous massacre of the village.
The intense smell of blood and the stench of burning were almost solidified together.
…………
On the vast East China Sea, thousands of meters away from Purple Pearl Island, lies the azure water.
Seahorse Douluo Eurasia is speeding through the air.
His body was enveloped in a deep blue light, which resonated faintly with the seawater below. His speed far exceeded that of ordinary flying soul skills, which was the unique high-speed movement method of sea soul masters on the sea.
He originally followed the faint scent of blood and residual energy left by the Coconut Grove Village massacre, and along the way he received sporadic reports of panic from other islands about Tang San and others drinking human blood, with the direction vaguely pointing to the sea area near Purple Pearl Island.
At this moment, Eurasia's ominous premonition grew stronger.
He looked into the distance and could clearly see the outline of Purple Pearl Island.
However, the sight that came into view made his heart sink suddenly!
On the western side of the island, towards the once peaceful and tranquil Gray Shell Village, thick smoke billowed straight into the sky! Even from this distance, the towering flames could be seen illuminating the sky in a dark red hue! In the air, one could faintly sense the lingering effects of violently fluctuating soul power, and... a nauseating, pungent stench of blood, a mixture of acrid burning and sweet, fishy smells!
In Seahorse Douluo's view, this should be no ordinary accidental fire!
The color and size of the flames, as well as the evil energy fluctuations perceived, all vaguely matched the tragic scene described by the survivors of Coconut Grove Village!
"Oh no! I'm late again?!"
Seahorse Douluo's expression changed drastically, his eyes flashed with a bright blue light, and he no longer hesitated!
"Fifth Soul Skill, Sea-Splitting Wing-Breaking Charge!"
With a low shout, Seahorse Douluo formed a strange hand seal, and the calm sea beneath him suddenly surged. A huge, azure tornado rose from the ground, precisely supporting his body, and then the tornado roared forward, as if it had installed a giant seawater propulsion device on Eurasia!
"Whoosh—!!!"
His speed instantly increased several times over again!
He transformed into a blue comet tearing through the sea and sky, leaving a long trail of water vapor in his wake. With unparalleled momentum and icy killing intent, he charged at full speed toward the Purple Pearl Island, which burned with purplish-black flames and was filled with the aura of death!
...............
Meanwhile, at the main base of the Martial Soul Empire.
Guns flashed like dragons, spears gleamed like lightning.
Both Yang Wudi and Serpent Spear Douluo are top-tier offensive Soul Masters, with equally fierce and direct fighting styles. Yang Wudi's spear technique is devoid of any fancy moves, with each shot aimed directly at the weaknesses in Serpent Spear Douluo's attacks or the weakest points in his defense.
The Soul-Breaking Spear's inherent characteristic of ignoring defense made the Serpent Spear Douluo's famously heavy serpent spear appear full of holes.
"Sizzle!"
Another sharp black spear light flashed past. Although the Serpent Spear Douluo managed to dodge in time, the armor on his shoulder was still torn apart, leaving a deep blood groove that exposed the bone. Blood immediately stained half of his arm. This was the fifth wound left on his body by the Soul-Breaking Spear!
"asshole!"
"How can a mere Contra Douluo be so powerful?"
Serpent Spear Douluo was both shocked and furious. He could sense that the opponent's soul power level was significantly lower than his own, but the power of that Soul-Breaking Spear was astonishing. His own serpent spear, despite its immense power, was repeatedly outmaneuvered by the opponent's skillful use of force and targeted attacks, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated.
What terrified him even more was the cold killing intent and determination in Yang Wudi's eyes, as if he would not stop until he had turned him into a sieve!
With the balance shifting, Serpent Spear Douluo was already at a disadvantage, struggling to hold on with only his slightly higher soul power and combat experience, while the wounds on his body continued to increase.
Defeat was clearly inevitable...
The battle between Chen Xin and Feng Bailong has now been decided.
Feng Bailong's Wind Sword Martial Soul was originally a top-tier offensive weapon Martial Soul on the continent, with high speed, wide attack range, and unparalleled sharpness. However, what he encountered today was Seven Kill Sword Chenxin!
The number one offensive weapon spirit in the world, a peak swordsman whose swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle!
The duel between the two was never on the same level from the very beginning.
Although Feng Bailong's Wind-Slaying Sword Qi was as swift as the wind and covered the sky, Chen Xin simply stood there, not even fully using the Seven Killing Sword, merely responding with sword qi from his fingertips.
Every sword energy of Feng Bailong was easily pierced and annihilated by Chen Xin's more precise, refined sword light, which contained the supreme essence of swordsmanship. It was as if a storm had crashed into an immovable reef, splashing water in vain, while the reef itself remained unharmed.
The exchange lasted less than ten rounds.
Feng Bailong used all his skills, even employing his powerful eighth soul skill, Thousand Mist Annihilation, which transformed into a colossal azure wind sword shadow that reached the heavens and the earth, slashing towards Chen Xin with the force to tear through space.
However, Chen Xin merely raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the imposing true form of the Wind Sword.
The next moment, he pointed his fingers like a sword and gently slashed at the cyan wind sword phantom.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling energy clash.
Only a single, exquisitely refined silver line, seemingly capable of separating light and darkness, flashed by in an instant.
"puff--!"
A soft sound was heard, like a sharp blade slicing through thin silk.
The enormous cyan wind sword phantom was neatly split in two along its central axis.
Then it collapsed silently!
A moment later, Feng Bailong's true form was revealed. His face still retained the confidence he had when he used his soul skill, but his eyes were filled with disbelief, horror, and bewilderment.
Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head and looked at his chest, where he saw a thin silver line, as thin as a hair, running through his entire chest, which had been imprinted there at some point.
"Uh..." Feng Bailong opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. He only gushed out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.
The next second, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his body swayed, and then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell helplessly towards the burning camp below.
Feng Bailong, the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect, the head of one of the newly promoted three upper sects, and only one level away from becoming a Title Douluo, was killed on the spot by Sword Douluo Chen Xin with a single sword to the throat!
The battle between Bone Douluo and Tuoba hope presented another kind of overwhelming advantage.
Tuoba hope's Sacred Dragon Martial Soul is indeed powerful, ranking among the top in the offensive type. However, today he faces Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, who excels in both defense and control, and whose Martial Soul is unpredictable and mysterious!
The ancient banyan tree's enormous bone dragon form is composed entirely of pale, tough bones, giving it extremely high resistance to both physical and energy attacks.
The bone dragon's movements appeared clumsy, but were actually unpredictable. At times it would spew out a pale, bone-corroding breath that would erode Tuoba Xi's holy flames and dragon scales, and at other times it would swing its massive bone claws, as heavy as battering rams, which would shake Tuoba hope's blood and qi to the point of turmoil.
The most troublesome thing was the dragon's tail with bone spikes at the end. It appeared and disappeared unpredictably, always striking when Tuoba Xi's defenses were weak or when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, leaving him exhausted and unable to cope.
Despite possessing the might of a holy dragon, Tuoba hope was completely restrained by the bone dragon's relentless fighting style. His holy flame dragon breath could only leave shallow scorch marks on the bone dragon, which were quickly repaired by the bone dragon's own death energy.
If he attempts to launch a strong attack, the bone dragon will either counter with an even more ferocious attack or simply scatter some of its bones, transforming them into a barrage of bone spikes that force him to temporarily evade its attacks.
After several rounds, Tuoba hope was extremely frustrated, with several wounds on his body caused by bone spurs, and the light of the Holy Dragon True Form had dimmed considerably.
He was completely led by the nose by Gu Rong, and could only passively defend himself. His occasional counterattacks were weak and ineffective, posing no real threat to the bone dragon, let alone breaking the stalemate.
"You stinking mudfish, is that all you've got?" Just then, Bone Douluo's gloomy voice came from the head of the bone dragon, filled with undisguised mockery, saying, "Weren't you so imposing just now? Where's your Holy Flame? Where's your Dragon Might? Why have you turned into a coward?"
Upon hearing this, Tuoba hope was so angry that his dragon whiskers trembled wildly, but he was helpless. He could only roar and spew out a mouthful of blazing white dragon breath in an attempt to force back the giant claws of the bone dragon that were approaching again.
"call out--!"
Suddenly, a sharp and unparalleled sword intent attacked him from his side and behind without warning!
Immediately, alarm bells rang in Tuoba hope's mind, and he turned his head in horror to look!
Suddenly, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had just killed Feng Bailong with a single sword strike, appeared like a ghost on the outer edge of his defensive circle!
Chen Xin remained calm as he slowly raised the ancient Seven Kills longsword in his hand.
With just a three-inch blade revealed, the soaring sharp sword intent made the dragon scales all over Tuoba hope's body seem to stand upside down!
Immediately afterwards, a deadly sense of crisis gripped his heart!
"Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!" The moment the words fell, Chen Xin gently swung the Seven Kill Sword in his hand towards Tuoba Xi.
"Buzz—!!!"
A grand and clear sword cry seemed to resound throughout the heavens and earth!
Centered on Chen Xin, the air within a radius of several hundred meters suddenly condensed together, then transformed into countless solid silver sword energies that shimmered with a cold, icy light!
These sword energies were dense and overwhelming, like a silver ocean made of swords, or a destructive metal storm!
"go."
With a light tap of his sword, Chen Xin pointed.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!"
Countless sword energies transformed into streaks of silver that tore through the air, shooting towards Tuoba hope, who was entangled by the bone dragon and whose defense had momentarily opened up, at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive!
The density, speed, and sharpness of the sword energy far exceeded Tuoba hope's imagination!
What's even more terrifying is that these sword energies seem to contain some kind of peculiar sword dao rules, echoing each other, with unpredictable trajectories, and sealing off all possible space for him to dodge!
"Fifth Soul Skill, Holy Dragon Protection! Sixth Soul Skill, Fiery Barrier!"
Seeing this, Tuoba hope was terrified and roared angrily, pushing his Holy Dragon True Body to its limit. Blazing white holy flames rose from his body, and he activated two defensive soul skills at the same time!
"Puff puff puff puff puff—!!!"
The next second, a continuous, piercing sound, like rain pattering on banana leaves, rang out!
The Holy Flame Qi, which was strong enough to withstand the attacks of ordinary Title Douluos, was easily pierced and torn apart like paper in front of the Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!
Countless silver sword energies, like the sharpest steel needles, mercilessly pierced through the holy flames on Tuoba hope's body and then shot into his enormous holy dragon body!
"Ughh ...
Tuoba hope let out a heart-wrenching scream!
The Holy Dragon's true form was instantly riddled with holes, riddled with bullets!
Fiery dragon blood gushed out like a fountain from countless tiny sword holes!
What's even more terrifying is that the sword energy didn't disappear after entering his body. Instead, it surged wildly within him, cutting and destroying his meridians, bones, and internal organs!
In the blink of an eye, the majestic holy dragon's true form deflated, collapsed, and dissipated like a punctured balloon!
Immediately, Tuoba hope's true form fell out, his body covered with fine, bloody holes, dripping with blood, his aura extremely weak, and his eyes filled with despair and resentment.
At this moment, Bone Douluo seized the opportunity and slammed down with his giant bone dragon claw!
"boom--!!!"
With a muffled thud, Tuoba hope's mangled body was slammed to the ground like a tattered sack, creating a deep crater. Dust billowed, and then silence fell. (End of Chapter)