Tuo Ba Xi sat cross-legged on the ground, sweat running down his jaw and soaking his collar.
His body trembled as ripples of Soul Power spread outward from him.
To wear the crown, one must bear its weight!
A ninety-nine-thousand-year Soul Ring was certainly powerful for a Soul Master, but absorbing a Soul Ring of that age was no simple matter even for a Quasi-Titled Douluo.
Even Tuo Ba Xi, who stood at the pinnacle among Spirit Douluo, had to endure considerable difficulty in absorbing it.
At that moment, Golden Crocodile suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise. He strode forward and rubbed the Qian Jun Ant Emperor's body, a smile appearing on his face.
When he stood again, a purple-black torso Soul Bone gleaming in his hand.
The Soul Bone was remarkably complete, nearly half a meter long and almost forming an entire spine. Just looking at it was enough to feel the heavy power it contained.
Jin Yan was somewhat surprised as well. He remembered that, in the original story, none of the three Qian Jun Ant Emperors had produced a Soul Bone.
"Ninety-nine thousand years. Not bad."
Golden Crocodile smiled and tossed the Soul Bone directly to Jin Yan.
"This Soul Bone suits your Grandpa Qian Jun very well. You can give it to him later. If you have someone else in mind, you can also use it to win them over."
Naturally, Jin Yan accepted such a top-grade Soul Bone without hesitation.
Although Soul Rings and Soul Bones could display their greatest value only on the same person, Jin Yan had no intention of leaving this Soul Bone for Tuo Ba Xi.
Ever since submitting to him, Tuo Ba Xi had yet to demonstrate his worth.
Back then, Jin Yan had promised that if Tuo