Chapter 106. Holy Light White Tiger
The next day, Wang Teng woke up feeling refreshed.
As for Qian Renxue, she hadn't slept well at all last night, but fortunately, Spirit Masters weren't ordinary people. Qian Renxue was a quasi-Spirit Emperor, so occasionally not resting wasn't a big deal.
Wang Teng didn't try the newly opened vice copy. Qian Renxue wasn't a Spirit Emperor yet, so she couldn't go in with him. He was used to teaming up to clear vice copies, so going in by himself would be too boring!
At this moment, Natya had already prepared everything early, just waiting for Wang Teng and her.
"City Lord's wife, did you rest well last night?"
Looking at the shy Qian Renxue, Natya began to tease.
"!!!"
Qian Renxue's face turned crimson. She immediately used her two-finger Zen, pinching the soft flesh around Wang Teng's waist and rotating it 180°.
"Hiss~! Xue'er, it hurts~! Let go~! You're murdering your husband!"
Although the physical attack power of the two-finger Zen wasn't strong, Wang Teng felt a magical attack and immediately began to beg for mercy.
"Hmph~!"
With a cold snort, Qian Renxue turned her head away, looking at the feigning Wang Teng.
"Cough, cough, let's eat, let's eat. We still have to go to the Star Dou Great Forest later!"
Wang Teng glared at Natya and began to change the subject.
Afterward, having finished their meal, the three of them arrived at the Star Dou Great Forest via the teleportation altar.
"Xue'er, good luck! Try to find a suitable target today!"
"Mm."
Wang Teng took out his detection crystal ball and began searching one by one.
Their luck was quite good this time. Before noon, the three of them discovered a Holy Light White Tiger over fifty thousand years old.
"Xue'er, a Holy Light White Tiger over fifty thousand years old. How about this one?"
Wang Teng surveyed the distant Holy Light White Tiger and felt it was quite suitable to become Qian Renxue's Sixth spirit ring.
"The Holy Light White Tiger's spirit ring is good. Let's take it."
Qian Renxue nodded.
"Alright, Natya, this time we'll do it ourselves. You can watch from the side."
As long as the Spirit Beast's bloodline wasn't too high-grade, a fifty-thousand-year-old Spirit Beast's strength was equivalent to a human Spirit Saint-level Spirit Master.
This Holy Light White Tiger's bloodline hadn't reached the level of the Dark Golden Dreadclaw Bear. Wang Teng believed that his and Qian Renxue's Martial Soul Fusion Technique—the Twelve-Winged Seraph—would have no problem taking down this Holy Light White Tiger.
"Xue'er, we'll use the Martial Soul Fusion Technique later!"
"Okay!"
In fact, the Martial Soul Fusion Technique not only enhances a Spirit Master's strength but also subtly deepens the relationship between the two parties.
It is precisely because of this factor that on the continent, anyone with a Martial Soul Fusion Technique would become siblings or partners.
Wang Teng and Qian Renxue were no different. As the number of times they used their Martial Soul Fusion Technique increased, their relationship progressed by leaps and bounds. Otherwise, Qian Renxue wouldn't have let Wang Teng hold her to sleep last night.
Wang Teng had also noticed this, but it wasn't a bad thing; he was happy about it.
"Holy Light Cross!"
"Seraphim!"
"Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Twelve-Winged Seraph!"
The commotion caused by the Martial Soul Fusion Technique was immense. The distant Holy Light White Tiger also felt a strong sense of crisis and began roaring towards Wang Teng's side.
"Roar~!"
One had to admit, the tiger's roar was quite loud, and the Holy Light White Tiger's roar sound wave also carried mental force damage, which was the Holy Light White Tiger's innate ability.
Natya's strength reached Level 95 Super Douluo, and her mental force was powerful, so the Holy Light White Tiger couldn't shake her at all.
As for Wang Teng and Qian Renxue, their mental force was not weak to begin with, and with the hundred-thousand-year head Spirit Bone greatly weakening mental force attacks, they easily withstood the roar sound wave.
This time, their Martial Soul Fusion Technique—the Twelve-Winged Seraph—was led by Wang Teng. At this moment, Wang Teng also possessed a powerful offensive Spirit Ability, and it was a hundred-thousand-year-old offensive Spirit Ability.
"Second Soul Skill, Angel Blessing."
"First Soul Skill, Weapon Blessing."
"Fourth Soul Skill, Voice of Nature."
"Sixth Soul Skill, Honor Blessing."
After applying the buffs, Wang Teng felt that the Twelve-Winged Seraph, whose strength was already at the peak Spirit Saint level, had now entered the Spirit Douluo level.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Holy Light Ball."
The Twelve-Winged Seraph emitted dazzling golden light. Powerful divine force condensed, forming a massive Holy Light Ball.
Compared to the Holy Light Ball Wang Teng created by himself, this one was significantly larger.
"Little tiger~! Be a good spirit ring!"
With that said, the Holy Light Ball shot out, aiming at the distant Holy Light White Tiger.
The Holy Light White Tiger's tiger eyes immediately showed terror. It simply couldn't block this move.
The Holy Light White Tiger wanted to run, but the speed was too fast. The Holy Light Ball had already landed beside it, and it only had time to deploy a layer of protective spirit power around its body.
"Boom~!"
The Holy Light Ball produced a violent explosion. Dust billowed, and fragments of trees mixed with dirt and rubble scattered, thrown into the air by the powerful impact.
Wang Teng nodded with satisfaction at the effect of his Holy Light Ball. With such great power, even a defensive Spirit Saint would be crippled if not killed by one hit.
Immediately, the two released their Martial Soul Fusion Technique.
After a long while, the dust dispersed, revealing an enormous deep pit where a black spirit ring lay at the bottom. As for the Holy Light White Tiger, it was gone, its bones nowhere to be found. It was likely pulverized by the Holy Light Ball.
"Uh~, directly killed? Can this spirit ring still be absorbed?"
Wang Teng remembered a crucial point and felt a headache. In the state of Martial Soul Fusion Technique, who exactly killed this Spirit Beast? Wang Teng wasn't sure about this.
Wang Teng had miscalculated earlier; he hadn't fully understood the power of a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ability.
If he hadn't used the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, one Holy Light Ball would probably have been enough to cripple this Holy Light White Tiger.
But with the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, his strength surged. If a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ability couldn't kill a fifty-thousand-year Spirit Beast, it wouldn't live up to the reputation of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and the Martial Soul Fusion Technique.
"Xue'er, go up and try. Can you absorb it?"
Qian Renxue was also stunned. Although she knew they could easily take down the Holy Light White Tiger, she didn't expect it to be instantly killed with just one move, leaving only a spirit ring behind.
"Mm!"
Immediately, Qian Renxue stepped forward and began to use her Spirit to draw in the spirit ring.
Soon, the Holy Light White Tiger's spirit ring rapidly shrunk and settled onto the Seraphim Spirit.
Seeing that Qian Renxue could absorb it normally, Wang Teng breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's a good thing there were no mishaps, otherwise, finding a suitable spirit ring would truly be difficult."
Indeed, finding a spirit ring that matches one's Spirit's attributes and also has specific age requirements is truly not easy. It was only because Wang Teng carried the detection crystal ball, which could roughly detect the age of Spirit Beasts within range, that the search efficiency was greatly increased.
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