"snort!"
The Porcupine Douluo gave Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo a disappointed look.
How did these two become elders of the Spirit Hall with their character like that?!
I really can't figure it out!
He climbed the steps to the stands and frowned as he looked Lin Yi over.
He's just an ordinary guy.
He had an ordinary appearance, an ordinary demeanor, and ordinary clothes.
His eyes were lifeless, even revealing a sense of desolation, which seemed somewhat in line with the behavior of someone contemplating suicide.
The Prickly Porcupine Douluo was unaware of Elder Flame Eagle's past experiences; otherwise, his opinion of Lin Yi might have changed slightly.
But now, all he feels is disdain and anger, especially after those two idiots in the audience added fuel to the fire.
"May I ask who you are?"
Lin Yi raised his head slightly and looked at the Porcupine Douluo.
Based on the information returned from the mental test, he could sense the immense soul power emanating from this person, undoubtedly a Title Douluo.
Moreover, I vaguely remember his appearance, but I can't recall his title right now. However, he is definitely one of the elders of the Spirit Hall.
It seems another elder has arrived, but I wonder when he will be able to come and make offerings.
"You are not worthy to know who I am."
The Porcupine Douluo gave Lin Yi a cold look, while surveying the stands he had built.
"An important person will be coming to the Spirit Hall tomorrow. Your platform is blocking the road. I'm giving you two choices: either remove the platform or be killed by me."
"I choose option two."
Lin Yi calmly gave his answer.
The Porcupine Douluo nodded, glanced at Lin Yi again, and was slightly impressed by his courage.
It seems this kid really is suicidal.
"Alright, I'll grant your request."
"etc!"
Lin Yi suddenly raised his hand.
The Porcupine Douluo frowned, then a disdainful smile appeared on his lips: "What's wrong? Regretting it?"
Lin Yi shook his head and smacked his lips.
"I can see your eagerness to get rid of me, but I suggest you use one of your more confident soul skills. I'm really hard to kill, please."
The Porcupine Douluo was stunned.
If the young man didn't have some powerful connections, he might not have dared to say such a thing.
The Porcupine Douluo glanced back at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and the two idiots nodded solemnly at him.
Forget it, what's the harm in listening to him?
It would be good to use a slightly stronger attack to test whether he would drop any treasures, and then hurry back to report to His Holiness the Pope.
He couldn't waste time like those two idiots and do something unreliable.
"Can."
The Porcupine Douluo nodded.
Lin Yi finally smiled.
This smile made the Porcupine Douluo even more puzzled; he could sense that Lin Yi was genuinely happy.
Do you want to die that badly?
wack.
The Porcupine Douluo released his soul power, and this time it was more powerful than any soul power fluctuation that Lin Yi had ever sensed before.
At the same time, a huge red blood pig phantom appeared behind the Porcupine Douluo, its body full of vitality and its fighting spirit surging.
The sharp spikes on the Blood Pig are the most powerful weapons of the Porcupine Douluo; each one is incredibly hard and carries a deadly poison.
The Porcupine Douluo's eyes lit up with red light, and his red hair stood up like steel needles.
Immediately afterwards, the eighth black spirit ring slowly rose around his body, emitting a dark, eerie light. The powerful spirit energy fluctuations repelled all the spirit masters except for Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Eighth Soul Skill! Bloodthirsty Pig Spear!"
The Porcupine Douluo raised his thick right arm, his five fingers loosely clenched.
Blood-red spikes flew continuously from the blood pig behind him, condensing in his hand into a red spear exuding ferocity.
The red spear is about three meters long, filled with a red glow, and has a strong smell of blood mixed with venom. Its long blood groove is terrifying; a hit from it is fatal!
Upon seeing the martial spirit released by the Porcupine Douluo, Lin Yi finally knew who he was.
During the Battle of Jialing Pass, when facing Yang Wudi, the Porcupine Douluo was seriously injured before he could release his eighth soul skill and eventually died.
Unexpectedly, this eighth soul skill, which has never been seen in anime or novels, is about to be used on him.
Perfect timing! Come on, I'm waiting!
The Porcupine Douluo stared intently at Lin Yi with his red eyes, his arm muscles bulging, and his blood-red spear changed direction.
The spearhead was locked onto Lin Yi's heart.
"Prepare to die!"
He let out a low growl and thrust forward with all his might!
"clang!"
When the tip of the red spear touched Lin Yi's chest, it made a sound like a striking bell.
Then, something incredible happened.
"Clang!"
The sharp spear tip snapped...
But the momentum from the spear propelled the Porcupine Douluo forward!
And so the astonishing scene that followed occurred.
"Click-click-click—"
The crimson spear appeared to have pierced Lin Yi's chest, but in reality, it broke apart inch by inch, with fragments scattered everywhere, yet it could never penetrate even a fraction of his flesh.
Finally, the Porcupine Douluo's right fist landed on Lin Yi's chest.
He was dumbfounded.
Because the spear was completely shattered...
After the soul skill was used up, only a fist remained, and fragments of the spear were scattered all over the ground!
This is just too outrageous!
That was Lao Tzu's eighth soul skill!
The Porcupine Douluo took a few steps back in disbelief.
Lin Yi looked at the data panel.
[HP Loss: 135687]
[Remaining HP: 9,999,996,532,41]
Damage Level: Black (Medium)
[Random Reward: Torso Soul Bone (10,000 Years)]
[Host Reward: External Soul Bone (100,000 Years)]
The damage of the porcupine douluo's eighth soul skill was lower than he had expected, probably because he had just been promoted to title douluo and his martial soul quality was not very high.
But the reward that dropped surprised Lin Yi.
What great luck! It turns out to be the most precious torso soul bone among soul bones!
"Damage 135687, classified as black-tier intermediate damage."
Lin Yi then turned to look at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
The two goofballs are staring intently in this direction right now...
Lin Yi cleared his throat and continued, "Congratulations on setting the highest damage record to date. You are hereby awarded a Black Intermediate-level reward."
"Damn it!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was so anxious he was jumping up and down!
The highest record has been raised to 130,000, which makes it even harder now!
The Porcupine Douluo was still shocked that his eighth soul skill had no effect, and he was completely dumbfounded by what Lin Yi said.
"What black? What record? What 130,000? What reward?"
Lin Yi looked at him calmly: "The reward dropped by your attack."
The Porcupine Douluo swallowed hard: "What is it?"
Lin Yi flicked the black ball of light in his hand onto the Porcupine Douluo. As the ball of light floated, it gradually transformed into a massive torso soul bone.
The Porcupine Douluo stared wide-eyed, then collapsed to the ground, clutching his soul bone.
"A torso soul bone, ten thousand years old. You're quite lucky; your first soul bone reward is a torso soul bone."
As the Porcupine Douluo listened, his whole body trembled. The soul bone in his arms was burning hot, constantly searing his heart.
The entire room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Lin Yi then scratched his ear: "By the way, who are you again?"
The Porcupine Douluo immediately knelt on the ground, clutching the soul bone, and said in fear, "This humble Porcupine Douluo!"
Lin Yi frowned and pointed at himself.
"who I am?"
"You are my father!"