Trash Has No Right to Share the Spoils

A purple Soul Ring slowly rose from the corpse of the Man Faced Demon Spider.

Its deep violet glow carried an eerie radiance, standing out sharply amid the dim forest.

Three thousand years.

This was the Third Soul Ring Dai Mubai and the others had dreamed of.

Yet at this moment, no one dared to move.

No one even dared to spare it another glance.

Their gazes were all fixed on the young man who had just vomited his guts out.

And the impossibly beautiful girl beside him.

Tang San straightened up.

He wiped the mess from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

His face was still pale as paper.

But his back remained ramrod straight.

Like a javelin tempered by wind and rain.

He looked at Lin Xi's breathtaking smile.

An inexplicable warmth rose in his heart.

"Thank you."

He spoke sincerely.

Lin Xi's smile faded.

She returned to her usual cold, detached expression.

"No need to thank me."

"You chose this path yourself."

"And you swung that hammer yourself."

She walked over to the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.

Then crouched down and inspected it carefully.

"Not bad luck."

She said flatly.

"A drop came out."

"A drop?"

Dai Mubai and the others jumped down from the trees.

They gathered around, confusion written across their faces.

Lin Xi did not explain.

She merely reached out.

Her hand searched through the spider's mangled, bloody head.

A moment later.

She pulled something out.

It was a pitch-black bone.

Its shape resembled one of a spider's long legs.

Purple demonic patterns covered its surface.

It radiated a cold, sinister aura.

"A soul bone!"

Dai Mubai cried out in shock.

His evil eyes were filled with greed and disbelief.

A soul bone!

It was an existence even rarer than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

A supreme treasure every Soul Master dreamed of!

It was said that across the entire Douluo Continent, the number of soul bones could be counted on one hand.

Every single one could trigger a bloody storm.

And they had actually seen one with their own eyes!

What was more, it was an exceptional soul bone from a three-thousand-year spirit beast!

Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing.

Their breathing quickened.

Their eyes were locked onto the black bone in Lin Xi's hand.

Their hearts pounded uncontrollably.

Who would get it?

That thought spread through everyone's hearts like wild grass.

Lin Xi stood up.

She casually weighed the soul bone in her hand.

Her gaze swept across the faces of Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar one by one.

Taking in their undisguised desire.

"Want it?"

She asked.

The four of them nodded instinctively.

Then immediately felt somewhat embarrassed.

Dai Mubai cleared his throat.

"Senior."

"You obtained this soul bone."

"It should naturally be distributed by you."

He made it sound high-minded.

But the flickering in his eyes betrayed what he truly thought.

"Distribute it?"

Lin Xi repeated the word.

A mocking curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

"You think you deserve that?"

Those four icy words.

Were like four poisoned blades.

Viciously piercing the hearts of the four of them.

Dai Mubai's face instantly flushed the color of liver.

"Y-You... what do you mean?"

He gritted out.

"Exactly what I said."

Lin Xi tossed the soul bone lightly into the air.

"What did you do in this battle?"

"Did you hold it back from the front?"

"Did you break through its defenses?"

"Or did you just stand on the sidelines and shout a few cheers?"

With every question she asked.

The faces of Dai Mubai and the others grew uglier.

What had they done?

They had done nothing.

They had merely been like a flock of frightened quails.

Hiding far away and trembling.

Watching Lin Xi complete the entire slaughter by herself.

"Trash."

Lin Xi spat out the word without mercy.

"Trash that doesn't even deserve to eat the leftovers."

"And you still dream of sharing the spoils?"

"Who gave you the courage?"

Dai Mubai's body trembled violently.

Not out of fear.

But from overwhelming rage and humiliation.

"Don't go too far!"

He growled.

"We are students of Shrek Academy!"

"We are the future Shrek Monsters!"

"We are not garbage for you to humiliate however you please!"

"Oh?"

Lin Xi raised an eyebrow.

"The future Shrek Monsters?"

"You lot, who can't even defeat a Thousand-Year Spirit Beast, are calling yourselves monsters?"

"Don't insult the word 'monster.'"

"I'm afraid even Flender's coffin lid won't stay shut."

"You!"

Dai Mubai's blood surged.

He could no longer hold himself back.

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

He roared.

His Soul Power erupted in full.

His body swelled instantly.

He was about to charge at Lin Xi.

However.

The instant he took a step forward.

An indescribably terrifying pressure descended from above.

It was not Soul Power.

It was a higher, purer force.

Spiritual Power!

Dai Mubai felt as though an invisible giant hand had seized his soul tightly.

Then crushed and kneaded it viciously.

His White Tiger Vajra Transformation was forcibly interrupted in an instant.

His entire body collapsed to the ground.

Like a lump of mud.

He could not even move a finger.

He stared at Lin Xi in horror.

As though he were looking at a true deity.

"Remember this."

Lin Xi looked down at him.

Her voice held not a trace of warmth.

"Here, I make the rules."

"If I say you are trash."

"Then you can only be trash."

"If I say you are unworthy."

"Then you get nothing."

"Any objections?"

Dai Mubai's lips trembled.

But he could not utter a single word.

Lin Xi withdrew her Mental Pressure.

She no longer looked at Dai Mubai on the ground.

Instead, she held the soul bone out before Tang San.

"Take it."

Tang San froze.

"Give it to me?"

"Who else?"

Lin Xi countered.

"Give it to this bunch of trash?"

"But I..."

Tang San wanted to say.

He had not contributed much to this battle either.

That final hammer strike had only been swung under Lin Xi's coercion.

He was equally undeserving of it.

"Take it."

Lin Xi left no room for argument as she stuffed the spirit bone into his hand.

"This isn't a reward for you."

"It's a shackle for you."

"What?"

Tang San did not understand.

"Your heart is too soft."

Lin Xi looked at him.

"You carry too much on your shoulders."

"You want to protect Xiao Wu."

"You want to protect this useless bunch of companions."

"You even want to protect this utterly fucked-up world."

"But you're too weak."

"Your Blue Silver Grass isn't tough enough."

"Your hammer isn't sharp enough."

"So I'm giving you eight sharper legs."

She pointed at the spirit bone.

"Use them to kill."

"Use them to clear away every obstacle for all that you wish to protect."

"When you can use those eight legs to carve out a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."

"Only then will your protection have meaning."

"Do you understand?"

Tang San looked at the spirit bone in his hand.

Then he looked into Lin Xi's unfathomable eyes.

He felt that what he held was not a spirit bone.

But a weighty responsibility.

And an even heavier expectation.

He nodded heavily.

"I understand."

"Good."

Lin Xi clapped her hands.

"Absorb it immediately."

"The rest of you, protect him."

"Whoever dares interrupt him."

Her icy gaze swept across Dai Mubai and the others.

"Dies."