You Think You Can Steal My Stuff?

As his life force dissipated, the Demon King could no longer maintain his human form. The transformation vanished, replaced by his enormous, battered body.

The instant the Demon King died, the blood flowing from his body dissolved into the surrounding sea. Before long, it drew a large number of shark-type Soul Beasts over to feed.

Song Yang paid the shark Soul Beasts no mind, and they, in turn, did not dare provoke him.

Song Yang slowly pulled the broken portion of the Emperor Crocodile Sea Suppressing Blade from the Demon King's chest. He carefully wiped away the blood and bits of flesh clinging to it, then spent nearly half an hour gathering every fragment of the blade from the surrounding waters. He placed them all into his Storage Soul Tool, hoping that when he returned to Banyan City, Ye Lei could help repair the blade. After all, it had accompanied him through countless battles over the years. He had grown attached to it. Abandoning it was out of the question.

Song Yang once again approached the Demon King's corpse. Upon sensing his aura, the shark Soul Beasts scattered, unwilling to get anywhere near this human, as though they might become ghosts beneath his blade the next second.

Song Yang formed a blade with his hand and easily cut open the Demon King's body. He removed several dozen of its toughest ribs, then cut off the two most valuable fins on its body.

You thought my Emperor Crocodile Sea Suppressing Blade was just a broken blade? Then you can become part of it too!

Unlike whale-type Soul Beasts, shark-type Soul Beasts did not possess such fine things as Whale Rubber. The only things of any value were probably their pair of fins. For every hundred years of cultivation a shark-type Soul