Douluo: Manifesting the Black Abyss and White Flower at the Start Chapter 81: Withering Spiral!

"Boom—!"

A thunderous rumble. The Mountain-Moving Ape, relying on brute strength, tore up a huge chunk of earth and hurled it at the incoming sword energy, trying to block the fatal blow.

A streak of icy blue sword light flashed like lightning, dazzling and final.

It was so fast, there was barely ti to react, leaving only a faint afterimage.

At that mont, Lu Jingming hovered above with his flight device, staring down, face full of shock at the scene below.

From his bird's-eye view, where the ape once stood now stood a clear ice statue, glinting coldly in the sun.

Behind the statue, a terrifying sword scar, thousands of ters long, slashed across the land like a hideous wound.

This sword qi left an indelible scar on the earth.

In the core of the Star Dou Great Forest, it carved out a bottomless canyon.

The canyon's sides were smooth as mirrors, radiating freezing cold.

Inside, the sword intent and chill remained so terrifying that even ten-thousand-year soul beasts would be torn apart if they approached.

This world-shaking sword changed the terrain, leaving Lu Jingming in awe of Jingliu's might.

To be honest, even Lu Jingming couldn't gauge how strong Jingliu had beco.

By the rules of Douluo, to beco a god, one must survive the nearly fatal divine tribulation and condense their own godly seat.

But Jingliu, without experiencing any of that, already had such earth-shattering power—it was hard not to be amazed.

When Jingliu first arrived in this world, due to Lu Jingming's lack of true power, she wasn't even a Super Douluo, let alone strong enough to cut down stars.

But in just thirteen years, Jingliu had reached the peak of this world—despite the limitations of Douluo's environnt.

Lu Jingming couldn't help but marvel: in a different world, with a different cultivation system and environnt, Jingliu was still that unstoppable, star-cutting blade—brilliant and unmatched.

He glanced at the frozen ape, sympathy in his eyes.

With Jingliu's strength, defeating the ape didn't require such a shocking sword.

But clearly, maybe out of boredom, or to show off that sword to Lu Jingming, she went all out on a re hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Even so, Jingliu had held back—or else, the ape wouldn't just be frozen, but sliced into countless pieces.

After all, Lu Jingming still needed to kill the ape himself to absorb its soul ring.

Visiting the Star Dou's core and running into two hundred-thousand-year soul beasts in a row, Lu Jingming started to wonder if the will of the plane favored him.

After all, what he was doing, in a way, helped Douluo grow stronger—more civilization and strong people ant a stronger Douluo plane and a higher ceiling.

Those summoned by Lu Jingming, like Jingliu, effectively increased the world's foundation.

But even if the plane's will favored him, Lu Jingming didn't care. After all, the plane's chosen child is often just a tool, and even the plane's will itself would one day be replaced by a certain god king's father. That's just pathetic.

Relying on the plane's will, he'd rather rely on himself.

Shaking his head, Lu Jingming put these thoughts aside and flew toward the frozen ape.

In a flash, two purple and two black rings rose around him. The first ring lit up with dazzling purple light.

"First Soul Skill: Withering Spiral!"

A dark purple energy gathered instantly, forming a fierce spiral that shot from the pitch-black spear tip, so fast it was like lightning, piercing the Mountain-Moving Ape's soul core in a blink.

Jingliu raised her brows in surprise.

The ice power she wielded was the ultimate ice, unbreakable and many tis harder than steel.

The hundred-thousand-year Mountain-Moving Ape couldn't even budge under her ice, yet Lu Jingming's first soul skill pierced it with ease!

Was this the power of the Withering Spiral?

The force to break down all things! Jingliu could clearly feel that, under the corrosion of that dark purple energy, her soul power and ultimate ice were being ruthlessly broken down, dissipating bit by bit.

Without a doubt, Lu Jingming's first soul skill was a nightmare for defensive soul masters—because before its decomposition, any defense was as fragile as paper.

Of course, decomposition wasn't instantaneous—it also took ti.

The stronger the defense, the longer the decomposition. So, even if Lu Jingming's first soul skill was a nightmare for defensive types, it wasn't invincible.

"Xiao Ming, this is…?"

Just then, Zhang Lexuan finished absorbing the Silvermoon Flood Dragon King's soul ring and slowly opened her eyes.

What she saw was a scene as if the world had turned upside down: a giant ice statue radiating chill, a terrifying sword canyon stretching thousands of ters—she was left dumbfounded, asking instinctively.

"Sister Lexuan, you did it."

Hearing her voice, Lu Jingming turned and smiled, pausing his absorption of the ape's soul ring.

"Mm, this ring suits perfectly. Aside from the Silvermoon Flood Dragon King's remnant soul, which was a bit tricky, the whole process was smooth." Zhang Lexuan smiled gently, her eight soul rings glowing, the eighth, a blood-red one, burning like fire and especially eye-catching.

"Oh, and this—Xiao Ming, it's for you!"

Suddenly rembering sothing, Lexuan flipped her right hand, revealing a soul bone radiating silver moonlight. Without hesitation, she handed it to Lu Jingming.

"For ? This is the Silvermoon Flood Dragon King's soul bone. It'd suit you better. Judging by its shape, it's a torso bone—you've got great luck, Sister Lexuan," Lu Jingming raised his brows and smiled.

You know, the torso bone is the rarest of the six soul bones—except for external soul bones.