After everything was done, Zhang Yang sniffed the blood in the air and sighed helplessly.
One Soul Sage, four Soul Emperors, and eight Soul Kings—a force of such strength had slaughtered one another over a single Soul Bone. Before even three incense sticks had passed, they had been wiped out.
Zhang Yang picked up the Soul Sage's left arm from the ground and sliced through the flesh with his longsword. At once, a flash of purple light gleamed from the wound.
He stripped the left arm bone from the flesh and stored it in his Soul Tool. Then he searched the corpses on the ground once more. After confirming there were no other Soul Bones, he packed all the valuable Soul Tools into a sack and put it away.
After finishing all that, Zhang Yang took out the Soul Bone again and waved it toward the sky.
Sword Douluo descended beside Zhang Yang in an instant. Looking at the Soul Bone in Zhang Yang's hand, he nodded. "Sure enough, killing people and taking their goods is the true way."
"A team like that is simply a disaster. Being with people like them, you wouldn't even be able to cultivate in peace." Zhang Yang tossed the Soul Bone in his hand before casually putting it into his Soul Tool.
Sword Douluo glanced at the corpses scattered everywhere. "We've obtained both the Soul Rings and Soul Bones. There's no need to remain in Sunset Forest any longer. Let's return to the sect overnight."
"Alright, Grandpa Jian." Zhang Yang nodded.
Thus, a streak of yellow light followed the figure flying on a sword and vanished beyond the horizon.
After returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Zhang Yang first took a bath and rested for the night. The next day, under Sword