Tang San: "My Soul Bone Is Gone?!"

"Whoa, this guy actually had a soul bone." Feng Yutian found it interesting as well.

Back then, even Title Douluo were not guaranteed to possess a soul bone, let alone in the current environment. Things resembling soul bones that dropped from Mystic Beasts could not be absorbed at all. Once absorbed, one would either explode and die or become crippled.

Thus, soul bones had truly become priceless treasures. Even thousand-year soul bones were incomparably precious, much less Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones.

Yet Shi Nian was merely a Soul Sage and actually possessed a Ten Thousand Year head soul bone. His luck was simply heaven-defying.

If those Title Douluo found out about this, they would definitely kill Shi Nian at any cost.

However, this soul bone—something that made even Title Douluo willing to fight until their heads bled—was truly useless to Feng Yutian.

He had no need for such a thing. For people like them who possessed Alien Energy, their ultimate goal was to have the Soul Power within their bodies completely replaced by Alien Energy.

Absorbing a soul bone would only slow that process down. After all, Alien Energy held far greater potential than Soul Power.

"Dad, then what should we do with this soul bone?" Feng Xiaotian asked after glancing at it.

Feng Yutian pondered slightly. "I think..."

"I think you'd better hand that soul bone over to me." Before Feng Yutian could finish, a sudden voice interrupted him.

Hearing that voice, Feng Yutian and Feng Xiaotian's expressions changed, because they both recognized its owner.

Feng Yutian warily looked into the distance. A middle-aged man stood there. He said gravely, "His Excellency Haotian, I never expected someone like you to take an interest in this Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone."

Tang Chen said, "Enough nonsense. Hand over that