Douluo: Spiritual Sword

"Grandpa Yang even used his Martial Soul True Body!" Bai Chenxiang anxiously looked at Ma Hongjun. "With this state, Grandpa Yang's attack power far surpasses an ordinary Title Douluo. Can Brother Jun still handle it?"

"Don't worry, Xiangxiang. To my boss, the Martial Soul True Body is nothing special." Ma Hongjun wasn't worried at all.

Tian Lin also had a Martial Soul True Body. Besides, there was the Flow of Wind and Water skill. Used with the True Body, its power could counter the opponent's True Body—something even Qian Daoliu couldn't resist.

At that time, one would have the True Body, the other not—the outcome would be clear.

But this time, Ma Hongjun was wrong. Tian Lin didn't intend to use the Flow of Wind and Water immediately. He wanted to defeat Yang Wudi's proudest attack head-on, to truly convince him.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"

With the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear's ferocious soul ring shining, Tian Lin also activated his Martial Soul True Body. Two overwhelming powers clashed, tearing through the clouds.

"What's going on—has the sky changed?" In the city, countless people looked up at the strange sky, not knowing what was happening.

Both men's auras quickly peaked. With deeper soul power, Yang Wudi struck first. "Fifth Soul Skill—Break!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Glimmering Immortal-Slaying Slash!"

Since it was a spar, neither side went all out. Tian Lin's fourth ring was even older than Yang Wudi's fifth, so his slash was every bit as powerful as Break.

"Slash!" Tian Lin shouted, sword slashing at Yang Wudi's spear.

But the expected deadlock didn't occur. Instead, cracks appeared on Yang Wudi's Martial Soul True Body, and his once-solid soul power grew faint.

"How is this possible?" Yang Wudi cried. When had he ever lost in attack power?

Tian Lin smiled. "Nothing is impossible. My sword's attack power is no less than your spear. Now, both of us have our True Bodies, but your fifth ring is at most 50,000 years—can it compare to my 460,000-year True Body?"

"Four... four hundred sixty thousand years!"

Whether Yang Wudi or Bai He, both were shocked by this terrifying number. The age of a single soul ring was so high—even the combined ages of all nine rings of many Title Douluo couldn't compare.

For example, the Dragon Snake Douluo beside them.

Tian Lin didn't give Yang Wudi time to be shocked. In an instant, he gathered all his soul power and unleashed a burst, sending Yang Wudi's spear flying, and Yang Wudi himself tumbling away.

At that moment, the Soul-Breaking Spear's True Body completely shattered, reverting to an ordinary black spear. Tian Lin had held back; otherwise, he could have shattered the spear and crippled Yang Wudi. But they weren't enemies, so there was no need.

"Old Goat!" Bai He instantly moved to support Yang Wudi. Because the True Body was forcibly shattered, Yang Wudi looked weak, exhausted, and drained of soul power.

Fortunately, he was otherwise fine. A little rest would restore him.

"Senior Yang, apologies." Tian Lin cupped his fists. "Let me heal you—Sixth Soul Skill: Myriad Spirits Restoration Light!"

A hundred-thousand-year soul skill, the Myriad Spirits Restoration Light, could greatly restore the target's soul power. At Tian Lin's level, he could instantly fully restore anyone at his level or lower.

Used with the True Body, the effect was even more amazing, almost fully restoring a Soul Douluo.

Yang Wudi, just an eighty-second-level Soul Douluo, was instantly back to peak form.

"Wow, what a divine skill! My soul power is full again in an instant?" Yang Wudi looked at Tian Lin in shock. "Sword Prince, aren't you an attack system?"

Tian Lin nodded. "Yes, I'm mainly attack, but I dabble a bit in support—just enough to get by!"

Everyone was speechless. Being able to instantly restore a Soul Douluo's power—he called that dabbling?

How could any healing soul master compare?

Bai He realized he had joined an incredible sect—especially with such a terrifyingly strong and showy vice-sect master.

Sword Dao Chenxin was famous for his coolness, and as his disciple, Sword Prince truly inherited his style.

"Sigh, that's that—each generation surpasses the last. I admit defeat. As the disciple of the number-one attack Douluo, being able to suppress me in attack power—there are few like you on the continent, and they're all above level ninety-five." Yang Wudi admitted, convinced. For Tian Lin to defeat him in his specialty as just a Soul Sage—how could he not accept it?

"Senior, as per our wager, I'll give you a gift. If you like it, you must willingly join my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." Tian Lin smiled.

"Alright, let's see what you have to offer."

"Wait!" Just as Tian Lin was about to open his soul guide, Bai He interrupted. "Vice-sect master, Old Goat, let me provide the wager's gift since it all started because of me."

Bai He worried Tian Lin might not know Yang Wudi's preferences and wanted to ensure the gift was tempting enough. He wanted his old friend to join him at Heaven Dou.

He produced a white jade box about a foot and a half long.

Opening it, a refreshing aroma wafted out—a ginseng root a foot long.

Unlike ordinary ginseng, this one was blood-red, with raised veins forming the pattern of a five-clawed golden dragon.

"This... this is!" Yang Wudi was completely captivated. As a long-time alchemy enthusiast, he recognized it instantly.

"Peerless Immortal Herb—Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng!"

Bai He nodded. "That's right. This is the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng—my clan's greatest treasure. No matter how the clan declined, I never thought to trade it for profit."

"But today, I'm willing to give it to you, Old Goat. Is it enough to move you?"