Douluo: Cutting me drops treasures; Bi Bidong got addicted

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"Hmph!"

Porcupine Douluo looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo with a disdain that suggested disappointment.

How did these two manage to become Elders of the Martial Soul Hall?

He couldn't understand it at all.

He climbed the steps to the viewing platform, furrowing his brow as he looked Lin Yi over.

Just an ordinary boy.

Average appearance, ordinary aura, common clothing.

His eyes lacked luster and even revealed a sense of desolation, which did seem to fit the demeanor of someone seeking death.

If Porcupine Douluo had known Elder Yan Ying's experiences, perhaps he would have had a somewhat improved opinion of Lin Yi.

But at this moment, all he had was disdain and anger, especially after being provoked by those two idiots in the crowd.

"May I ask who you are?"

Lin Yi raised his head slightly to look at Porcupine Douluo.

According to the feedback from his probing with spiritual power, he could feel the immense soul power emanating from this man, undoubtedly a Titled Douluo.

And he looked somewhat familiar, but Lin Yi couldn't quite remember his title at the moment, although he was sure this man was one of the Elders of the Martial Soul Hall.

It seems another Elder has arrived, but it's uncertain when a guest elder will come.

"You don't deserve to know who I am."

Porcupine Douluo coldly glanced at Lin Yi, his eyes scanning the platform he had built.

"Tomorrow some important guests will be visiting the Martial Soul Hall, and your platform is blocking the way. Now you have two choices: dismantle this platform or be killed by me."

"I choose the second option."

Lin Yi gave his answer with a calm expression.

Porcupine Douluo nodded, taking another look at Lin Yi, and admired the boy's courage slightly.

It seemed this kid really did have a death wish.

"Fine, I'll satisfy you."

"Wait!"

Lin Yi suddenly raised his hand.

Porcupine Douluo frowned, then the corners of his mouth curled into a scornful smile. "What? Having second thoughts?"

Lin Yi shook his head, smacking his lips.

"I can see how eager you are to get rid of me, but I suggest you use one of your soul skills you're most confident in. I'm quite difficult to kill, so please, go ahead."

Porcupine Douluo was momentarily stunned.

If the youth had no support, he probably wouldn't dare say such a thing.

Porcupine Douluo looked back at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and both idiots nodded solemnly at him.

Well, why not listen to him?

It would be good to use a slightly more formidable attack to see if he drops any treasures, and then hurry back to attend to the Pope.

He couldn't afford to waste time like those two fools here, dabbling in unreliable actions.

"Agreed."

Porcupine Douluo nodded.

Finally, Lin Yi smiled.

That smile made Porcupine Douluo even more puzzled, as he could feel Lin Yi was genuinely happy.

So eager to die?

What a strange person.

Porcupine Douluo released his soul power, which was more formidable than any fluctuation of soul power Lin Yi had felt before.

Simultaneously, the vast phantom of a Red Blood Porcupine appeared behind Porcupine Douluo, its body robust and brimming with a fighting spirit.

The spikes atop the Blood Porcupine were Porcupine Douluo's strongest weapons, each one exceedingly hard and carrying a deadly poison.

Porcupine Douluo's eyes lit up with red light, and his red hair stood on end like steel needles.

Right after, a black soul ring, his eighth, rose slowly around him, emitting a dark, eerie light. A powerful wave of soul power forced back all Soul Masters present, except for Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Eighth Soul Skill! Bloodthirsty Porcupine Spear!"

Porcupine Douluo raised his muscular right arm with fingers loosely clenched.

Blood-colored spikes continuously flew from the phantom Blood Porcupine behind him, converging in his hand to form a red spear emanating fierce energy.

The spear, about three meters long, was pervaded by a red gloomy light, and a dense smell of blood mixed with poison wafted from it. Its long blood groove was terrifying—striking meant certain death!

Seeing the soul skill released by Porcupine Douluo, Lin Yi finally realized who he was.

During the battle at Jialing Pass, when facing Yang Wudi, Porcupine Douluo had been severely injured before he could use his eighth soul skill and died without recovering.

Unexpectedly, this eighth soul skill, which had never been seen in the anime or the novel, was now going to be demonstrated on him.

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Perfect! Bring it on, I've been waiting!

Porcupine Douluo's red eyes fixed on Lin Yi, his arm muscles bulged, and the blood-colored spear shifted direction.

Its sharp point aimed straight for Lin Yi's heart.

"Die!"

He roared and thrust forward with all his might!

"Clang!"

When the red spear tip touched Lin Yi's chest, it made a sound like striking a bell.

What happened next was unbelievable.

"Clang!"

The sharp spear tip shattered…

But the spear's momentum kept Porcupine Douluo thrusting forward!

Then came the scene that left onlookers dumbfounded.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The blood-colored spear seemed to bore into Lin Yi's chest, but it broke inch by inch instead, fragments flying everywhere, yet it could not penetrate his flesh even slightly.

In the end, Porcupine Douluo's right fist rested against Lin Yi's chest.

He was dumbstruck.

Because the spear had completely shattered…

After releasing his soul skill, only his fist remained, and the pieces of the spear were scattered all around!

This, this, this was too outrageous!

I was releasing my eighth soul skill!

Porcupine Douluo took a few steps back in disbelief.

Lin Yi looked at the data panel.

[Blood Loss: 135687]

[Remaining Health: 999999653241]

[Damage Grade: Black (Intermediate)]

[Random Reward: Soul bone of trunk (Ten Thousand Years)]

[Host Reward: Attached soul bone (Hundred Thousand Years)]

Porcupine Douluo's eighth soul skill did less damage than Lin Yi expected, probably because he had just been promoted to Titled Douluo, and his martial soul quality wasn't very high.

But the rewards he dropped surprised Lin Yi.

Lucky me, it's the most precious soul bone of trunk among soul bones!

"Damage 135687 falls in the category of Black Intermediate Level damage," Lin Yi said as he turned to look at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

The two fools were staring this way with eager eyes…

Lin Yi cleared his throat and continued, "Congratulations, you've set the highest damage record so far. I now bestow upon you a reward of Black Intermediate Level."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo jumped in agitation!

The highest record had been raised to 130,000. This made it even harder!

Porcupine Douluo was still shocked that his eighth soul skill had no effect, and was completely confused by what Lin Yi said.

"What 'black'? What record? What 130,000? What rewards?"

Lin Yi looked at him indifferently, "The rewards for your attack."

Porcupine Douluo swallowed hard, "What is it?"

Lin Yi flicked the black light ball towards Porcupine Douluo, which transformed into a massive soul bone of trunk as it floated.

Porcupine Douluo's eyes widened as he caught the soul bone and fell to the ground, sitting with a thump.

"Soul bone of trunk, ten thousand years old; you're pretty lucky. Your first soul bone reward and it's a trunk soul bone."

Listening to this, Porcupine Douluo was trembling all over, holding the intensely hot soul bone that ceaselessly seared his heart.

The entire place was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

At that moment, Lin Yi scratched his ear, "By the way, who are you again?"

Porcupine Douluo immediately knelt on the ground with the soul bone, fearfully saying, "I'm just Porcupine Douluo!"

Lin Yi frowned, pointing at himself.

"And who am I?"

"You're my dad!"

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