After seeing that Wu Xuan and the Three-Eyed Golden Lion were both unharmed, Xuan Zi picked up the wine gourd at his waist and took another swig. His gaze then shifted to the corpse of the Fifty Thousand Year Three-headed Crimson Demon Mastiff.
"This is..." Xuan Zi seemed to have discovered something. He put away the wine gourd and reached toward the Three-headed Crimson Demon Mastiff's left leg.
As Inner Court disciples, Zhang Lexuan and Chu Qingtian naturally understood what Xuan Zi's actions meant.
Wu Xuan also watched Xuan Zi curiously, having formed part of a guess in his heart.
Earth-yellow Soul Power carrying a heavy aura gathered in Xuan Zi's palm. With a bang, the flesh and blood on the Three-headed Crimson Demon Mastiff's left leg shattered.
Brilliant fiery-red light bloomed from Xuan Zi's hand, followed by an incomparably surging, scorching aura that instantly made the surrounding space seem to freeze solid.
"Soul Bone!" Chu Qingtian cried out.
Everyone looked at the Soul Bone. It was entirely fiery red and semi-transparent, with flowing light circulating within it like a magnificent ruby. Moreover, the Soul Bone was exceptionally complete, which meant its quality was extremely high.
Xuan Zi coughed twice. "A Soul Ring and Soul Bone from the same soul beast can produce the greatest effect only when absorbed by the same person. This Soul Bone will go to Wu Ming later."
Zhang Lexuan nodded, fully agreeing with Xuan Zi's words. Chu Qingtian and Wu Xuan, standing nearby, did not mind either. Chu Qingtian's attributes were completely incompatible with it, while Wu Xuan simply did not care. Unless it was a Soul Bone over a Hundred Thousand Years old, no matter how high its quality was, he would not even spare it a glance.
After deciding who would receive the