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The Dragon Soul of the crimson Horned Dragon dove down, its huge dragon claws reaching for Situ Xuan's head. It was terrifyingly fast, its claw tips tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Situ Xuan raised his right hand and casually threw a punch.

His fist struck the crimson Horned Dragon's Dragon Soul on the head without making any sound.

There was only a soft pop, like a bubble bursting.

The crimson Horned Dragon's Dragon Soul froze for an instant beneath Situ Xuan's fist, and then its head began to shatter. Cracks spread from between its brows in every direction, as though someone had drawn a spiderweb across its skull. The cracks grew more and more numerous, denser and denser, until finally, the entire head exploded with a boom.

Next came its neck, its torso, its limbs, its tail. The entire Dragon Soul shattered in the same instant, turning into countless crimson points of light that danced through the air like a small meteor shower.

Those motes of light circled in the air several times, then seemed to be drawn by something and surged toward Situ Xuan. They poured into his skin, into his muscles, into his bones, into his meridians.

The energy left after the Dragon Soul shattered was pure and gentle, without the slightest impurity. Unlike Dragon Cloud, that energy did not enter his dantian to increase his Soul Power. Instead, it directly merged into his physical body, into every inch of muscle, every bone, every meridian.

Situ Xuan's eyes lit up.

He could feel that, in this moment, his physical cultivation had risen by a trace. That trace of improvement was very small—so small that if his control over his own body had not reached the extreme, he would never have noticed it at all.

Moreover,