Gula opened his eyes. A swelling ache throbbed in his chest and along both sides of his body as dark red liquid seeped out, and the shirt he had bought only a few days ago turned to ash.
The dark red liquid rapidly hardened and solidified on contact with the air. Lava "plates" the size of a baby's palm arranged themselves in perfect order, and as the dark red liquid flowed over his skin, they shaped themselves into a suit of dark red armor.
Flames clung to the surface of the armor, flickering in and out with Gula's breathing. The intense heat drained the surrounding grass dry, withered it, and burned it to nothing.
"A Soul Bone—and an External Soul Bone second only to a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"
Tang Hao's heart tightened, and a trace of greed and killing intent flashed in his eyes.
This was perfectly normal. Ordinary soul masters might turn on each other over a Thousand Year Soul Bone, let alone a growth-type External Soul Bone outside the conventional body parts.
Gula sensed an unseen danger and took a few steps toward Tang San, speechless in his heart.
I still underestimated the value of an External Soul Bone. If Tang Hao attacks me, he can't blame me for using Tang San as a shield.
Fortunately, Tang Hao soon recovered his reason from his greed. He already had all six soul bones and could not fuse with this External Soul Bone, which clearly needed to connect to the Torso Bone.
Tang San could fuse with it, but a Fire Attribute Soul Bone conflicted with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. If it were forced, conflict would most likely occur, and if it damaged his Martial Soul, it would be a waste.
After Tang Hao weighed the