Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!

"How much did we make in total?" Chen Lang asked curiously.

"I just did the math—almost fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins!" Ma Hongjun excitedly handed the Soul Tool containing the Gold Soul Coins to Chen Lang.

When Chen Lang agreed to gamble with Huo Wushuang, he had given Ma Hongjun a look.

And the bearded man with peach-blossom eyes who had taken the lead in betting on Huo Wushuang was Oscar, the shill Chen Lang had arranged.

The burly man afterward was Zhao Wuji, also a shill.

What was the point of opening a betting pool without shills? How else were they supposed to make money?

"Nice!"

Chen Lang did not stand on ceremony. He transferred every Gold Soul Coin from the Soul Tool into his own Soul Tool ring.

As for this Soul Tool ring, Ning Fengzhi had naturally given it to him. It was said to be extremely valuable because it could store living things.

"Where's Old Zhao? How did he disappear while acting as a shill?"

After putting away the Gold Soul Coins, Chen Lang looked around but did not see Zhao Wuji.

"I'm here, I'm here."

At that moment, Zhao Wuji's rough voice rang out, and he emerged from the bushes behind the three of them.

"Good. Take the two of them and search the outskirts for the two types of soul beasts I mentioned. I'm heading deeper inside. Taking you with me would be too dangerous," Chen Lang said.

"Dean Chen, isn't it dangerous for you to go alone?" Zhao Wuji asked with concern.

"Who said I'm going alone? I've got someone above me."

Chen Lang pointed upward. Everyone instinctively looked up and indeed saw a figure standing in the tree above their heads, though none of them knew when he had gotten there.

"Poison Douluo!"

Only Zhao Wuji recognized him and blurted out his title.

"Poison Douluo?!"

"Another Titled Douluo?!"

Ma Hongjun and Oscar were both stunned. Swallowing hard, they asked enviously, "Lang Ge, just how many Titled Douluo seniors do you know?"

"Three for now. As for later, who knows."

Thinking of all the challenge letters his grandfather had accepted, Chen Lang truly did not know who was friend and who was foe.

And there were also the people who had injured his grandfather. Sooner or later, he would settle that score.

"Let's go, Little Chen. I can't stay away for too long either," Poison Douluo said at that moment.

Still, he had to personally make the trip when Chen Lang absorbed a Soul Ring.

"Alright."

Chen Lang nodded, then reminded Zhao Wuji, "Be careful yourselves. I'm leaving first."

"Lang Ge, you're not going to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast this time, are you?" Ma Hongjun could not help guessing as he watched Chen Lang leave.

"Probably not. Unless Sword Douluo comes too, there'd be a chance."

Zhao Wuji said, "I heard there are two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, and their relationship is extremely close. One or two Titled Douluo might not be enough to take them down."

"Little Chen, you really are a freak. In just half a year, you've reached level sixty again." Poison Douluo clasped his hands behind his back as he continuously darted through the forest.

"Grandpa Poison, keep it low-key. It's just basic stuff." Chen Lang held out a hand.

"You brat, no wonder your grandfather is always complaining to me. The older you get, the more you deserve a beating."

Poison Douluo said with a laugh, "By the way, what age soul beast are you planning to absorb this time? You're still not planning to make a move on those two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?"

"It's not that I don't want to. Someone's watching them. If someone becomes the fisherman afterward, I won't even have a place to cry." Chen Lang shrugged.

Of course, he wanted to kill the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python directly.

Unfortunately, Bibi Dong was keeping a close eye on them, so it was not easy for him to make a move.

Otherwise, with his grandfather, Bone Douluo, and Poison Douluo working together, the three Douluo would naturally have a chance of killing one of them, or perhaps even both!

Killing both would be somewhat wasteful, since he could only absorb one.

"That's true. Spirit Hall has been making some small moves lately, and the Heaven Dou Empire is on guard as well." Poison Douluo revealed a secret.

What's the use of being on guard? Someone else's daughter has already infiltrated your Heaven Dou Empire as its prince, even its heir.

He did not say it because he did not yet have the strength to play the hero and save the beauty.

So wait for me, Xue Bao.

"After all that, you still haven't said what age soul beast you plan to hunt this time?" Poison Douluo steered the conversation back.

"A sixty-thousand-year soul beast. But it can fight a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast." A name surfaced in Chen Lang's mind—the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!

"There's such a soul beast?" Poison Douluo was astonished.

"Of course. That's why I called another helper this time. Judging by the time, he should be arriving soon," Chen Lang said.

"Who are you looking down on, brat?" Poison Douluo clearly could not keep face.

"Ah, Grandpa Poison, it's not that I'm looking down on you. You'll know soon enough." Chen Lang shrugged.

In truth, there was an even harsher fact Chen Lang had not told Poison Douluo.

Poison Douluo was actually just bait.

After all, his combat strength was at the bottom among Titled Douluo, while the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger rapidly increased its strength by devouring the Soul Power of other soul beasts or human soul masters.

Poison Douluo was undoubtedly the best bait.

Chen Lang wondered how Poison Douluo would feel if he learned that a dignified Titled Douluo was merely bait.

Roar—

A low roar rang out. In the forest not far away, a massive soul beast abruptly rose from its crouched position and glared viciously in Chen Lang and Poison Douluo's direction.

It was a gigantic black tiger, completely black from head to toe without a single trace of another color. Its red eyes were filled with a sinister aura. It measured over eight meters long, its muscles bulged all over, and it likely weighed more than three thousand jin. The character for king on its forehead was black as well, but unlike the black of its fur, it was a gloomy black like mist.

Its most unusual feature was its tail. Compared to ordinary tiger soul beasts, its tail was much longer and stood upright. It was made up of countless bone segments, with a huge barb at the tip that glimmered with an eerie light.

The moment he saw this soul beast, Chen Lang's eyes lit up. "Looks like the bait plan worked."

"Grandpa Poison, be careful. This soul beast is our target!" Chen Lang immediately warned him.

The reason he had chosen it as his target was partly for the Soul Skill its Soul Ring would grant, and partly for that black pearl!

If he could master that black pearl, perhaps he could gain control over the powers of evil, darkness, lightning, wind, time, and space.

Especially the absurd powers of time and space!

"Got it..."

Sensing the powerful aura radiating from the creature, Poison Douluo put away his contempt. His gaze turned solemn, and behind him appeared nine Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger had faced human soul masters before. Seeing Poison Douluo's relatively orderly-colored Soul Rings, its blood-red eyes also became cautious. Its advance slowed even further, but the aura around its body grew increasingly powerful.

A great battle was on the verge of erupting.