Seizing Military Merit

Guo Xuelian, Tang Yue, and the one-armed male cultivator stared at the nick in the massive axe, their eyes brimming with shock.

Minotaur Beastmen were born with immense strength, and this giant axe was incomparably heavy. What exactly had Xu Chunniang thrown just now that it had actually damaged the axe?

The Minotaur Beastman had not expected this outcome either. Looking down at the damaged axe in his hand, he was at a loss for what to do.

Sky-Gazing Hound's mind buzzed, and it took him quite a while to recover.

He roared at Xu Chunniang in disbelief, "Are you insane? You actually threw out the Soul Suppressing Pot?"

Xu Chunniang's expression did not change. With a beckoning hand, she drew the Soul Suppressing Pot back into her palm.

"Wasn't it you who said that the Soul Suppressing Pot was a Half Immortal Artifact used by Mahayana Stage cultivators, with seven Dao inscriptions within it?

"I figured that since it was a Half Immortal Artifact, its material ought to be hard enough that one axe blow wouldn't chop it to pieces."

Sky-Gazing Hound was both shocked and furious. "It may be a Half Immortal Artifact, but that isn't how the Soul Suppressing Pot is used! Throwing it out for an axe to hack at—isn't that a reckless waste of a treasure?"

"I think this is called making the best use of everything."

In any case, she could not refine the Soul Suppressing Pot anytime soon. Its tough material was at least good enough to block an edge or two.

Sky-Gazing Hound was beside himself with anger. "What kind of crooked logic is that? No, that axe striking the Soul Suppressing Pot shook my soul so badly... Ah!"

Before Sky-Gazing Hound could finish transmitting his divine sense, he was thrown out