Douluo Continent: Mirror Dance Across the Sky, Shattering the Gods

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Hearing the commotion, everyone looked over.

A mysterious figure emerged from the bushes, wearing a cracked mask and a black cloak.

"Who are you? Why did you attack my student?" the bishop asked coldly.

The four disciples huddled together, watching the masked man warily.

Dongfang Jing lowered his voice: "If I really wanted to kill, your disciples would already be corpses. That was just a warning. This swan has done me a favor, so you should choose another soul beast."

"What a joke!" the bishop scoffed. "A soul beast has done you a favor? You'd be laughing your head off if you told anyone!"

The cardinal had lowered his guard.

With his Soul Saint cultivation, he had already sensed Dongfang Jing's true strength. He was just a slightly strange Soul Venerable who dared to oppose the Spirit Hall, and he posed no threat to him.

"I am a cardinal of the Spirit Hall. If you know what's good for you, take off your mask and state your name!" Although the cardinal was questioning, he was also scanning his surroundings, fearing that other powerful figures might be hiding in the shadows.

"Haotian Sect, Tang San."

"What? The Clear Sky Sect!" The bishop was initially shocked, but then, remembering that the opponent's martial soul was not the Clear Sky Hammer, he flew into a rage. "A mere Soul Master dares to mock me!"

At this moment, he was certain that there were no other powerful individuals around.

It's just that this Soul Master who suddenly appeared has something wrong with his head, daring to oppose the Spirit Hall!

"Suffer to death!"

The bishop roared and charged forward.

Dongfang Jing stood still, rapidly gathering soul power in his palm.

Although the cardinal didn't know why the opponent didn't have a spirit ring, he didn't take the attack of a spirit master seriously.

"Your attacks are useless against me!" the bishop scoffed.

"And what about your disciple?" Dongfang Jing asked coldly. "His third soul skill, Whale Devouring Annihilation!"

With a single palm strike, the shattered mirror coalesced into the head of a demonic tiger whale, tearing at the ground and sending countless spikes piercing the earth along its path!

The cardinal was horrified. Was this the power of a third soul skill?!

And what did he mean? What happened to my disciple?

The bishop made a defensive gesture while glancing in the direction of his disciples.

Another whale head appeared, hurtling towards the four students from the side at incredible speed!

"What?! Where did this come from?! So despicable!!!"

The bishop roared, "Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"

His body swelled rapidly, his hair grew wildly, and he transformed into a real chimpanzee!

He used both his hands and feet to rush to his disciples' side.

boom! ! !

The whale's head collided with the chimpanzee from two directions simultaneously.

The cardinal shielded his four disciples beneath him, while his back endured the onslaught of shattered mirrors and exploding ground spikes!

When the smoke cleared, his back was cut by the mirror blade, leaving streaks of crimson.

"Teacher!" The students rushed forward with concern and hurriedly treated him.

The old man in red glanced around with lingering fear. The ground was cracked, and the area they were in was filled with sharp shards of glass, deeply embedded in the earth. The scene was a mess.

The person who had covered their face and the jade swan had long since disappeared.

"Damn it!" The bishop slammed his fist on a tree. "How did he do that? How could such a powerful soul skill be released twice from different directions at the same time?"

"Teacher, what should we do about Xu Yu's spirit rings?"

"I can no longer sense that person's aura. Let's find other suitable soul beasts first," the bishop said bitterly. "I must report this to the Platinum Bishop!"

Chapter 87 Struggle and Confusion, Brigitte Appears

After the cardinal and his entourage had walked away.

A kilometer away in the dense forest, Dongfang Jing slowly walked out of the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors, carrying a jade swan.

This swan is not large, about 1.5 meters long, so supporting its weight is relatively easy.

He gently placed the swan on the ground, then suddenly his pupils contracted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, kneeling on the ground and clutching his chest.

The intense headache made his vision go black. His injuries were not yet healed, and he had forcibly used his third soul skill and long-distance mirror teleportation. The backlash from this made him suffer terribly.

Just then, a familiar warmth surged into my chest.

Dongfang Jing struggled to lift his eyes and saw the Emerald Swan emitting a green glow from its other uninjured wing. The warm halo enveloped him, easing his pain considerably.

However, perhaps due to limited cultivation, despite the swan's best efforts, Dongfang Jing's internal injuries were still difficult to heal.

The swan's already dwindling soul power was quickly exhausted, its slender neck drooped limply, and its entire body curled up on the ground.

Dongfang Jing wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth and squatted down to examine its injured wing.

"You clearly still had soul power just now, why didn't you heal yourself first?"

This swan is so kind, it's heartbreaking. It doesn't even care about its own injuries in order to heal others.

Dongfang Jing lightly touched the purple prismatic earring, and various potions, herbs, bandages, and a pot of water immediately appeared on the ground.

He skillfully prepared the medicine and carefully bandaged the swan's wounds.

After the bandage was finished, the jade swan raised its neck again and flapped its wings, which were tightly wrapped in bandages, a couple of times, as if it were not used to it.

"Don't move! We finally managed to stop the bleeding, and if you move like this, the wound will reopen!" Dongfang Jing scolded.

Whether it understood or not, the swan indeed stopped moving around.

It just stared blankly at the human with its round eyes wide open.

"Silly goose." Dongfang Jing couldn't help but chuckle.

The cardinal said that this kind of spirit beast is called the Emerald Swan.

Its emerald green feathers are indeed as translucent as jade, so it's not wrong to call it that.

It was completely dark when Dongfang Jing touched his stomach and felt hungry. It was time to rest.

He picked up the weak swan and found a place where wild fruits and vegetables grew.

After lighting the campfire, they took out cooking utensils from their soul tool and started boiling water.

Leaning against a tree trunk, I quietly waited for the water to boil.

The flickering firelight illuminated the boy's pensive face.

Since we've encountered other Soul Masters, this area must be either a mixed zone or an outer zone. Following their path should allow us to leave the forest.

But what happens after you get out?

Of the five men Ning Fengzhi sent to follow him, four are dead, and one has gone back to report.

Judging by the time, Ning Fengzhi should have already received the news.

Will they search the forest? Or will they assume they are already dead?

It's most likely the latter, since he'd been walking all day and hadn't encountered any other Soul Masters besides the Spirit Hall people from earlier.

'Then Yao'er will think I'm already dead, won't she?'

Given her personality, she would definitely try every means to avenge herself.

However, she lacks the necessary skills right now and needs time to grow.

Ning Fengzhi, that old fox, will definitely seize the opportunity to introduce Sword Douluo, and Yao'er will likely choose to become his disciple and return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School with them. In the future, she will become famous throughout the continent as Sword Douluo's disciple and as a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

'Should I go find her?'

Once inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the secrets of the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors will certainly not be kept hidden.

Ning Fengzhi will definitely ask about everything in detail.

If Dongfang Jing tells Yao'er that he is still alive, she will definitely come looking for him no matter what, knowing her personality.

'But I'm too weak.'

Keeping Yao'er by my side will only put her in danger again.

This time it's a Title Douluo coming to hunt you down, what will it be next time, a god?

Previously, I didn't understand much about it, but now that I do, Yao'er's swordsmanship talent should not be buried. Dongfang Jing believes that she will definitely become a peerless swordsman who roams the continent in the future!

But is leaving her alone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School really the best choice?

Or should they forcibly bring her out? Let alone whether they could succeed under the nose of a Title Douluo. Even if they did, Ning Fengzhi would absolutely spare no effort, dispatching a large number of people to hunt her down, determined to eliminate these two potential threats, and might even report to the Heaven Dou Royal Family, requesting the Heaven Dou Empire's assistance!

Where can the siblings hide then?

'But what else can I do?'

The light and shadows flickered, and the campfire crackled.

Confusion and struggle filled the boy's heart.

Place the prepared ingredients into the pot placed over the campfire and sprinkle in the seasonings.

A wisp of white smoke rose from the pot, and a simple wild vegetable soup was quickly cooked.

Although it looks simple, the aroma is exceptionally rich.

Upon smelling the aroma, the Emerald Swan immediately stretched its neck, its round eyes fixed on the bowl in Dongfang Jing's hand.

Seeing this, Dongfang Jing took out a bowl from his soul tool, filled it with soup, and placed it in front of the swan: "Here."

The jade swan curiously approached the bowl, sniffed it first, and then gently picked up a leaf and put it in its mouth.

Then it excitedly made a "goose-goose" sound and wolfed down all the food in the bowl.

After eating, the swan walked up to the boy, bent its neck and rested its head on his shoulder, occasionally nuzzling his face and making soft calls.

Dongfang Jing felt a tickle and couldn't help but smile: "Are you thanking me?" He reached out and gently stroked the feathers on the swan's back.