Chapter 139: The Fist Shakes the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan
After a while, a powerful rumble caused the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to shake, making many of the guards think it was an enemy attack, so they hurried over to investigate.
When they saw the Sword Douluo surrounded by soul rings, their hearts sank, and they immediately thought that a Title Douluo-level expert had arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Behind the Sword Douluo, a deep ravine appeared, crashing into the mountain range in the distance, with trees bending and stones flying in all directions.
But when they saw that the opponent facing the Sword Douluo was only a Soul Respect with three soul rings, they froze in place. When they came to their senses and recalled the earth-shaking noise, they looked at the Soul Respect in shock.
"Could the noise just now have been caused by this Soul Respect? Such a sound, even an ordinary Soul King might not be able to make."
Swallowing nervously, one of the guards noticed Ning Zongzhu standing nearby, so he hurried over to kneel in front of him, "I arrived late, please forgive me, Zongzhu."
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi had completely lost his usual refined demeanor. His mouth was slightly open, still in shock from the strike just now by Dai Yao.
Hearing the guard's words, he snapped back to his senses and glanced at the approaching guards of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, forcing a smile, "It's fine, the Sword Douluo was just sparring with a guest from the sect. It wasn't an enemy attack. Let them all disperse."
"Understood."
After hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, the guards lowered their heads, their gazes involuntarily flicking over to the Soul Respect who was still in a fighting stance. Could such a terrifying attack really have come from a Soul Respect?
Cheng Xin, feeling the force coming from the Seven Killing Sword, felt a storm brewing in his heart. His astonished gaze slowly moved to the still very youthful face of Dai Yao.
"Such a monster! This strike alone is enough to rival many Soul Masters' sixth soul skills. Is he really just a Soul Respect?"
Cheng Xin's sharp gaze froze. Gathering his soul power, his left hand extended, slashing downward toward the ground. A sharp burst of energy pierced through the air, creating a deep crater in the earth.
"If it weren't for the fact that I was caught off guard, I wouldn't have known that this kid is so insidious. Even his attacks carry hidden force. Anyone who's unaware would suffer greatly."
Looking at the deep crater caused by the hidden force, Cheng Xin recalled the earlier battle, his slender face growing more serious.
At first, Dai Yao's punches had seemed simple, and Cheng Xin had paid them no mind, thinking Dai Yao had run out of tricks.
But the hidden force that exploded within Dai Yao's body took him completely by surprise.
Of course, for a Title Douluo like him, this hidden force was nothing, but when he saw Dai Yao preparing another punch, his sharp gaze grew intrigued.
The Eight Extreme Burst with double-compressed soul power… and then four times compressed soul power. Each punch became more powerful, and the shock in his heart deepened.
By the time Dai Yao unleashed a five-times compressed Eight Extreme Burst, Cheng Xin could no longer suppress his astonishment and stared at Dai Yao in disbelief.
"Is this your self-created soul skill?"
The Sword Douluo couldn't help but ask, his words catching the attention of Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo.
Dai Yao's performance just now had also left them utterly amazed.
"Yes." Dai Yao gasped heavily, sweat pouring from him like rain, dripping onto the ground.
This was the first time he had used the five-times compressed Eight Extreme Burst, and the strain on his body was immense. Even with his physical condition, he was struggling to keep up.
Cheng Xin's white temple hair fluttered in the wind as he asked, "What is the name of your self-created soul skill?"
"Eight Extreme Burst."
"Good name. The sudden eruption of soul power and punching force matches the name of Eight Extreme Burst perfectly. Each punch is stronger than the last, with each blow setting up the next. It almost feels like your Eight Extreme Burst is a bit like the Haotian Sect's Chaotic Wind Hammer Method?"
The Sword Douluo, recalling the famous hammer technique of the Haotian Sect, spoke with curiosity.
"My Eight Extreme Burst relies on constantly compressing soul power. Every time I strike someone, I can use that power to compress the soul power even more," Dai Yao explained.
"Compressing soul power?" The Sword Douluo's eyes brightened. "But human bodies are not as tough as the Haotian Hammer. The Haotian Hammer can continuously accumulate power with each strike, while your body can't bear the ever-compressing soul power."
"That's why, in your earlier attack, I noticed that the soul power around your arm was compressed, turning the surrounding space into a zone of compressed soul power. That way, you avoid the problem of your body not being able to handle the violent soul power."
"Cheng Xin, your sharp eyes immediately saw through my self-created soul skill."
Dai Yao cupped his hands in praise.
The Sword Douluo shook his head. "Seeing through it doesn't matter. It's nothing compared to your immense talent."
"I was worried you might become arrogant after acquiring the external soul bone, but it seems my worries were unfounded."
A hint of relief appeared in Cheng Xin's sharp gaze, thinking privately, "Dai Yao is only thirteen years old, and yet he's created his own soul skill, acquired an external soul bone, and has a powerful martial soul. This continent will undoubtedly gain another peerless expert in the future."
"You don't have to call me 'Your Excellency' anymore. Just call me 'Grandpa Jian,' like Rongrong does."
"Grandpa Jian," Dai Yao said happily.
"Good, good, good," Cheng Xin repeated, showing his genuine joy.
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo walked over as well. Ning Fengzhi looked at Dai Yao with admiration and smiled, "Dai Yao, after you get your fourth soul ring, your strength will increase greatly. I'm looking forward to you showing off at the Continental Soul Master Elite Competition."
"Thank you for your kind words, Uncle Ning."
Just then, a coquettish voice interrupted the conversation.
"Grandpa Jian, why are you bullying people?"
Dai Yao turned his head at the sound, and saw a youthful, beautiful figure.
She wore a water-blue dress that clung to her figure, outlining her developing form. While she wasn't as sultry as Zhu Zhuqing, she had a different charm.
The attire was elegant, showing off her slender white legs and a pair of snow-white, delicate wrists.
Her coffee-colored hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, and her lively starry eyes didn't match the serene and elegant appearance at all.
Seeing Ning Rongrong standing angrily beside Dai Yao, Sword Douluo couldn't help but rub his temples. "Girls really show their temper outwardly."
Dai Yao, sensing the fresh scent of Ning Rongrong's body, couldn't help but light up, feeling like she was as pure as a lotus flower emerging from the water.
"Rongrong, long time no see."
"Long time no see."
When Ning Rongrong heard Dai Yao greet her, she quickly suppressed her temper and gave him a quiet response.
The sudden change in her demeanor was noticed by both the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. The little girl they had pampered had now reached an age where she was beginning to develop feelings.
To the two Douluos, Dai Yao's talent seemed to vanish, and he was merely a potential troublemaker who might steal their granddaughter's heart.
Seeing Ning Rongrong, the stern look in the Sword Douluo's eyes disappeared, replaced by the warmth of an elderly man.
"Rongrong, why didn't you tell us you were coming back?"
Ning Rongrong quickly ran to Cheng Xin's side, pouting as she said, "I just came back to see Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone. There's nothing else going on."
"Alright, Grandpa Jian was wrong about you. It was my fault. Please don't be mad at me."
Cheng Xin gently patted Ning Rongrong's head, speaking with tenderness.
To comfort the pretending-to-be-angry Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi took out a hidden weapon from his soul tool.
"Here, Rongrong, when Dai Yao arrived earlier, we got delayed. This is a gift for you. Dai Yao, I have a gift for you as well."
"Thank you, Uncle Ning."
When Dai Yao saw the hidden weapon in his hands, he was surprised. Could it be that the plot was about to reach the point where Ning Rongrong would use the hidden weapon to shock the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?
Ning Rongrong, seeing the familiar weapon, exclaimed in surprise, "Dad, how do you have Third Brother's hidden weapon?"
Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Ning Fengzhi suddenly remembered the young man he had met at the auction. Was he the Third Brother that Rongrong spoke of?
Leaving the topic of Tang San aside, Ning Rongrong's expression grew serious. Her usual mischievousness was gone as she focused on analyzing the importance of hidden weapons to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Finally, she said with great determination, "Grandpa Jian, do you have any advice on my martial soul abilities?
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