Douluo's top ten goddesses are all my spirits

And the brown hair is also growing at an extremely fast speed.

When Zao Wuji's body completely transformed into a giant bear, those brown hairs turned into bright gold.

"I hope my martial spirit avatar can withstand this young man's palm."

Zhao Wuji's face was full of solemnity.

The martial spirit true form is a soul skill that can only be performed by the Seven-ring Soul Saint, and it is also the Seven-ring Soul Saint's strongest trump card.

Once this kind of soul skill is used, you can use all seventh-level and lower-level soul skills except the martial soul's true body for an unlimited period of 10 minutes.

The power is 150% of the original.

Moreover, Zhao Wuji's defense will also increase by [-]%.

The only disadvantage of the martial spirit avatar is that every time it is used, its own attributes will be weakened by 50.00%, and it will take seven days to fully recover.

And just when Zhao Wuji displayed his martial spirit true form, Ye Dongxuan's palm happened to be stamped hard on Zhao Wuji's heart.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The next moment, Zhao Wuji's expression changed again.

It became as pale as paper, without the slightest trace of blood.

Because, he felt a terrifying power from Ye Dongxuan's palm.

This power is like a huge tsunami sweeping across the world, as if any wave hitting it can destroy the entire world.

Even Zhao Wuji, a seven-ring soul saint, felt a deep sense of powerlessness when faced with this tsunami-like power.

Even if he used his martial soul avatar, he couldn't resist this powerful power.

"How is this possible? How come you have such powerful soul power?"

"Are you a Contra?"

"A teenage Contra? How is this possible?"

Zhao Wuji swallowed with some difficulty.

In those brown eyes, there was a hint of disbelief, flashing crazily.

If he hadn't seen such a powerful boy with his own eyes, Zhao Wuji would never have believed that a boy of twelve or thirteen years old could rival Contra in strength.

Do not!

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, or even experienced it himself, he couldn't believe it!

After all, in the Douluo Continent, let alone those who broke through to the Soul Douluo realm at the age of twelve or thirteen, there are not even those who can break through to the Fourth Ring Soul Sect!

Therefore, Zhao Wuji was so shocked after feeling the terrifying power in Ye Dongxuan's palm.

However, if the shocked Zhao Wuji knew that Ye Dongxuan's true combat power was not only at the level of a Contra, but had already reached the level of a Titled Douluo, Zhao Wuji would definitely be shocked even more.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Under Ye Dongxuan's palm, Zhao Wuji's martial soul true form was completely broken.

Zhao Wuji's figure, which had originally reached more than five meters in height, also returned to less than two meters tall, and his extremely exaggerated muscles also shriveled up quickly.

The golden brown hair covering Zhao Wuji's body slowly faded away.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Following a somewhat dull sound, Zhao Wuji, whose martial soul's true form was broken, flew backwards like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

"Oh!"

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"Oh!"

After drawing an arc of tens of meters in mid-air, Zhao Wuji's burly body was embedded in a thick wall.

"Aren't you Zhao Wuji known as the Immovable King? Why can't you even catch my palm?"

Looking at Zhao Wuji who was embedded in the wall and couldn't get down, Ye Dongxuan shrugged his shoulders and said calmly.

Ye Dongxuan did not use his full strength with the palm that knocked Zhao Wuji away just now, but only used a small amount of force.

After all, with all his strength, Ye Dongxuan could kill ordinary titled Douluo, comparable to super Douluo with soul power level 95 or above.

If Ye Dongxuan's palm had exploded with all its strength, Zhao Wuji would be dead now.

Moreover, Zhao Wuji's body will be blasted into powder and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Ye Dongxuan didn't want to kill Zhao Wuji, he just wanted to defeat Zhao Wuji, so he only used a few points of strength.

And this palm only mobilized a few points of strength. Not to mention Zhao Wuji couldn't take it, even the dean of Shrek Academy, Flender, couldn't take it!

"Pfft!"

After hearing Ye Dongxuan's words, Zhao Wuji, who was embedded on the wall, opened his mouth to say something.

However, when Zhao Wuji just opened his mouth and before the words came out, a stream of extremely scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Wuji, who kept vomiting blood, quickly closed his mouth and swallowed the blood that surged up.

However, there was still some blood slowly seeping out from the corners of Zhao Wuji's mouth.

Seeing Zhao Wuji's miserable appearance, Ye Dongxuan shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said calmly:

"I remember, before taking action, you once said that if I could defeat you, you, Zao Wuji, would be my slave?"

After hearing Ye Dongxuan's words, Zhao Wuji's face turned livid.

indeed!

Before taking action, Zhao Wuji, who thought he was sure of victory, had indeed said that if this young man could defeat him, he would become his slave.

As a result, now, he was really easily defeated by this young man.

Does this mean that from now on, Zhao Wuji, who has become the Immovable King in Douluo Continent, will become the slave of the young man in front of him?

How could Zhao Wuji, who had always been proud and arrogant, accept this kind of result?

"Ha ha."

Looking at the livid Zhao Wuji, Ye Dongxuan curled his lips and said softly:

"However, just because you are a piece of trash like Zhao Wuji, you are not qualified to be my slave."

"If you want to be my slave, you must at least cultivate to the level of a titled Douluo. A mere seven-ring soul saint is not worthy!"

There is no doubt that when these two sentences from Ye Dongxuan fell on Zhao Wuji's ears.

It was like a bolt of thunder exploding in spring.

Zhao Wuji's brain was completely blank at this moment.

what?

This young man actually said that he was not qualified to be his slave?

I, Zhao Wuji, the Fudo Ming King, a powerful being at the level of Seven-ringed Soul Saint, am not even qualified to become this young slave!

Is this young man too arrogant?

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