Fusion! The Ice and Fire Dragon Kings' Soul Bones!

"Those are soul bones?!"

The moment Mo Lang took out two soul bones of different colors, everyone present was stunned!

Soul bones were something every soul master dreamed of obtaining!

The appearance of every soul bone would spark bloody conflicts among soul masters.

There was no other reason—it was because the boosts soul bones granted soul masters were simply too great!

Any suitable soul bone was enough to make soul masters fight until their heads bled, even driving them to desperate measures!

"That's right. These are External Soul Bones I obtained from those two Dragon Kings."

Mo Lang nodded without hiding anything.

Everyone here was one of his own, and his identity as a Titled Douluo was already firmly established. No one would be foolish enough to leak information about him.

Even if the temptation of External Soul Bones was immense.

Besides, taking them out was also a test.

If anyone could not resist the temptation, then killing them would settle everything once and for all.

Fortunately, Mo Lang swept his gaze around and found no greed in anyone's eyes. Otherwise, he would not have minded killing them on the spot.

It was not because he was arrogantly overconfident.

It was because no one present was his match.

That was the confidence his strength gave him!

"What? These are actually External Soul Bones?!"

Flender and the others were shocked once more. External Soul Bones were peerless treasures, second only to Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings among the treasures soul masters coveted!

Yet without exception, there was no greed in their eyes.

No one present was stupid. On the contrary, they were exceptionally clever.

Mo Lang dared to openly display these two External Soul Bones because, first, he was not afraid of them coveting them, and second, he trusted them.

That trust alone was enough to ensure they would not do anything to betray him. What was more, the boy before them, not yet fifteen years old, was a peak Titled Douluo.

Whoever set their sights on him would be like hanging themselves on their birthday—asking for a shorter life.

Furthermore, they believed that by staying beside a Titled Douluo who could casually give away immortal herbs, the benefits they received would surely surpass these two External Soul Bones.

Even if these two External Soul Bones had come from Dragon Kings.

Whoosh!

To Mo Lang's surprise, the instant he took out the two External Soul Bones, they shot into his back from the left and right. Even Mo Lang himself had no time to react.

"Ah!"

As the two soul bones entered his body, Mo Lang immediately felt two extremely violent auras—one icy cold and one blazing hot—flood through his entire body. He could not help letting out a pained groan.

Fortunately, he had previously consumed the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot, two immortal herbs, and had remained in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for so long. Otherwise, those two energies of extreme cold and heat would have torn his body apart.

At the same time, he was thankful that he had not let Xiao Wu use them. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Urgh!"

Even though he had consumed those immortal herbs and tempered himself in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for so long, the impact brought by these two soul bones was still unbearably painful.

Under the assault of the extreme cold and heat, Mo Lang's body would sometimes turn red, as if it were about to ignite, and sometimes blue, as if it were about to freeze solid.

As hot and cold alternated, the pain felt as though someone were endlessly tearing his body apart, then repairing it—only to tear it apart again before the repairs were complete!

The cycle repeated over and over, leaving him in agony beyond endurance.

"A Lang!"

Seeing A Lang in such pain, Xiao Wu was about to rush forward when a hand grabbed her.

"Don't go over there. That power isn't something you can touch. Going over will only distract the boy further."

The owner of the hand was completely shrouded in a long robe. His voice was low, and after speaking, he stopped Flender—who was about to kneel and pay respects—with a look.

"Dad!"

"Uncle Tang Hao!"

Although Tang San could not see the newcomer's face, he recognized his father Tang Hao from that voice.

Xiao Wu recognized Tang Hao as well.

"Don't worry. The boy will be fine."

Tang Hao released Xiao Wu's hand, then turned to look at the son he had not seen in years. He had indeed grown much taller.

"Hurry and consume these immortal herbs. I'll protect you while you cultivate."

Tang Hao did not say much to Tang San. Instead, he told them to consume the immortal herbs.

"Yes!"

Tang San had many questions he wanted to ask, but he had never refused Tang Hao's words. After consuming the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, he immediately began cultivating.

Though Dai Mubai and the others were curious about Tang San's father's identity, they did not ask. They likewise consumed their respective immortal herbs and began cultivating.

"Uncle Tang Hao, why are you here? Is A Lang really all right?"

Xiao Wu knew Tang Hao. Although she had only met him a few times, she knew he was far from ordinary.

"He's fine. This boy seems to have consumed immortal herbs as well. Stimulated by the soul bones of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings, he can absorb the medicinal effects of those two immortal herbs faster. He just has to suffer a little," Tang Hao said as he looked at Mo Lang.

He had long known that Mo Lang was extraordinary, but he had not expected him to be even more extraordinary than he imagined.

He actually possessed the strength of a peak Titled Douluo. Tang Hao had no idea how this boy had cultivated.

That reminded him of something Mo Lang had said after getting drunk last time: all his abilities had been learned from Teacher Cang.

To teach such a young Titled Douluo, that Teacher Cang surely was not from this continent.

"You should all go back and rest. Nothing will happen while I'm here. I need to speak with the boy later."

Seeing that Flender wanted to say something, Tang Hao waved them away. The reason he had shown himself was because he needed Mo Lang's help with something.

"Yes, Haotian Mianxia."

Zhao Wuji had wanted to say something, but after hearing Flender's words, he immediately wilted.

Damn it, was my fate clashing with Tai Sui this year?

Why did I keep running into Titled Douluo wherever I went?

"Xiao Wu, you should rest too. With me here, you can relax," Tang Hao said as he looked at Xiao Wu.

"No. I'll stay until A Lang is all right." Xiao Wu shook her head, then seemed to recall something. She stared at Tang Hao in surprise and asked, "Uncle Tang Hao, they called you Mianxia. Could it be that you're a Titled Douluo too?"

"Yes." Tang Hao knew what she wanted to ask. He glanced at Tang San, who was cultivating, before speaking calmly. "I have known your identity for a long time, but there are some things I am not in a position to tell you. You only need to know that I bear you no ill will."

Then he muttered to himself, "Still, I never expected A Lang to choose the same path I did."

"The same path as you? What do you mean, Uncle Tang Hao?" Xiao Wu asked curiously.

Tang Hao did not answer her. Instead, he picked up one of the remaining grilled skewers and began eating it.

"Damn it, this brat can make food this delicious, yet he didn't bring it out sooner. Serves him right for getting burned and frozen!"

"Go screw yourself! Is that any way to talk about your big brother?"

Mo Lang had just finished fusing the two Dragon Kings' soul bones. Hearing those words, he grabbed a wine cup nearby and hurled it at Tang Hao.

After updating twenty thousand words over two days, the new book's ranking has dropped to the nineties.

This hurts.

I'll see how things go today and decide whether to do five updates. If it stays like this, I'll go back to two updates.

You can't blame me for that, brothers.

I've already worked hard enough.