"Though the Golden Blade Mantis was powerful, it was still far inferior to the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear."
Huangfu Ji's gaze was resolute. His goal was clear: the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear—and a Ten-Thousand-Year Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear at that.
"Fine, fine. I really can't understand what you're thinking." Meng Shenji did not insist. After all, he was not the one obtaining the Soul Ring.
He still had to respect Huangfu Ji's opinion.
The two continued deeper into the forest. Before long, they encountered a Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear in a clearing.
Standing some distance away and watching the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear feeding on the ground, Huangfu Ji's eyes lit up.
"That's the one."
The Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear was enormous, its entire body dark gold, its bear claws incomparably sharp.
"What?" Meng Shenji's eyes widened as he stared at Huangfu Ji in disbelief.
Pointing at the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear, Huangfu Ji said calmly, "That's the one."
Meng Shenji struggled to suppress the shock in his heart and said gravely, "Have you gone mad? That's a Ten-Thousand-Year Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear."
He truly wanted to pry Huangfu Ji's head open and see what this Grand Duke Qingyang was thinking. At Rank 40, he wanted to absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Soul Ring. Either he had lost his mind, or half his brain was missing.
Meng Shenji was more inclined toward the latter.
After all, if his brain were not at least a little deficient, he definitely would not do something like absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as his fourth ring.
No matter how talented a Soul Master was, their Fourth Soul Ring would be a thousand-year one. Only their Fifth Soul Ring would be a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
He had lived for decades, yet he had never seen