Dragon Spear Slaughters Tiger, Right Arm Soul Bone!

Outside, within the Soul Hunting Forest.

Qin Yun opened his eyes, his aura steady and restrained. Not a trace remained to show he was already a level 17 Soul Grand Master, let alone that he possessed a million-year soul ring.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Wang Sheng all watched him with eyes full of curiosity.

The sudden icy pressure that had descended moments ago, that singular soul ring of extreme brilliance, and the earth-shaking transformation of Qin Yun's aura—they had witnessed it all, and their hearts were already churning with turbulent waves.

Yet, they all chose silence.

Qin Yun did not wish to speak of it, so they did not ask.

After all, who in this day and age didn't have a few secrets?

Because of trust and respect, Qin Yun did not question them, and by the same token, they would not question Qin Yun.

It was enough to know that they would not harm one another.

At this very moment, the atmosphere between heaven and earth shifted violently!

A wild, grief-stricken, and murderous bestial pressure crashed down like Mount Tai!

The dense forest in the distance exploded as a tiger, three times the size of the previous beast, came charging madly. Its body was crimson, its fur stained with blood, and its eyes glowed a scarlet red.

The fur at the tip of its tail was purple, and its total length reached a full five meters!

Having been trained by Qin Yun, Tang San and the others understood at a single glance that this was a Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger with a cultivation of around five thousand years!

What was worse, judging by its appearance and current state, it was not hard to conclude that it must be the mother of the soul beast they had just slain!

Having returned from patrolling its territory only to witness its offspring slaughtered on the spot, its bloodline severed, a monstrous rage had instantly consumed its sanity.

At this moment, Qin Yun could understand whatever it chose to do!

After all, in all honesty, if he were to encounter such a thing himself, he doubted he would be able to remain very calm.

It was just a pity that the unique transcendent system had destined the fates of humans and soul beasts from the very beginning!

"It is nothing more than the law of the jungle; today its luck is poor, but perhaps tomorrow it will be our luck that runs out!"

The Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger locked onto the four of them by the lingering scent, roaring and snarling as if it wished to tear the group to shreds to avenge its child.

A soul beast with five thousand years of cultivation already possessed strength comparable to a level 35 Soul Elder.

Facing this level suppression, its released soul power caused the surrounding trees to rustle and tremble.

Wang Sheng's face turned deathly pale, while Tang San and Xiao Wu instantly tensed their bodies, their soul power circulating as they entered a state of defensive readiness.

Within the sea of consciousness, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm bristled.

He could not let a mere five-thousand-year soul beast ruin the hope he had worked so hard to find.

Thus, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, who had been lying flat and playing dead in the spiritual space, took the initiative to request battle.

"Big Brother, you are not his match yet. Relax your mind and let me borrow your body. It's just a five-thousand-year-old little bug; it's nothing in front of this Great One!"

This was truly not Sky Dream Ice Silkworm boasting. Even though Di Tian viewed him as a total waste who shamed his million-year cultivation, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was, regardless, a one-of-a-kind million-year soul beast on the continent. Even if he wasn't skilled in combat, he still possessed the strength of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—the equivalent of an ordinary Titled Douluo.

In the second installment of the series, after being drained by Di Tian and the others for so many years, he was still able to freeze Ma Xiaotao with a single finger after possessing Huo Yuhao!

One must remember that Ma Xiaotao had already reached the cultivation of a Soul Emperor at that time.

If the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm of ten thousand years later still possessed such combat power, how much more so now?

Yet, facing Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's eager request, Qin Yun shook his head slightly.

It was only a five-thousand-year soul beast, not a fifty-thousand-year one!

Having successfully fused his first soul ring, completed the awakening of his third martial soul, and raised his own soul power by seven levels in one go, Qin Yun wanted to use this opportunity to personally test his current true combat strength.

If it really didn't work out, he still had his shotgun, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, and the Bodhisattva's Tear as backups!

"No need. Such opportunities for tempering are rare. Tian Meng, just hold the line for me; I will handle this one myself!"

As his voice fell, a blinding golden light erupted from between Qin Yun's brows.

The dazzling golden radiance shot straight into the clouds, and a long spear engraved with ancient dragon patterns, flowing with the supreme pressure of the Dragon God, manifested out of thin air. He gripped it firmly in his palm—it was the Golden Dragon Spear!

The tip of the spear was razor-sharp, faintly tearing through the surrounding air.

A vast and tyrannical dragon might poured out, covering the sky and earth, instantly suppressing the tiger's fierce and malevolent aura.

The Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger let out a roar that shook the forest, murderous intent surging in its crimson eyes. Flames ignited all over its body, and its thick limbs exerted sudden force, leaping to kill with the momentum of a collapsing mountain, its sharp fangs and claws aimed directly at Qin Yun's vitals.

Qin Yun's expression was cold as he took the lead in activating the soul skill granted by Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

Soul Shock!

An invisible and intangible spiritual blade suddenly tore through the air, striking directly at the Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger's soul origin.

Facing the sudden spiritual attack, the tiger's originally violent and agitated body stiffened abruptly, its mid-air pounce coming to a sudden halt.

The fierce light in its eyes rapidly dissipated, and its head fell into a brief, dizzying trance, creating a perfect opening.

Qin Yun seized the fleeting opportunity, exerting force through his feet as his figure suddenly shot forward.

He brandished the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand, perfectly integrating the essence of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer's layered force into his spear technique.

One strike rose, the force heavy and fierce;

Two strikes fell, the momentum compounding;

Three strikes blasted out, the Dragon God's might shaking the earth!

A dense web of golden spear shadows enveloped the entire area; with every slash, thrust, and sweep, the power surged, doubling upon the foundation of the previous strike.

Discarding flashy moves, he relied purely on supreme brute force to crush his opponent.

The fierce and domineering spear tip landed repeatedly on the Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger's body, tearing through thick fur and shattering tough sinew and bone, while the Dragon God's power contained within continuously eroded and destroyed its robust frame.

The Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger barely managed to wake from its dizziness, only to find itself firmly wrapped in the sky-filling spear shadows, unable to dodge or resist, and could only let out a series of shrill, mournful howls.

Finally...

Accompanied by a thunderous boom, the massive tiger body slammed heavily into the ground, blood gurgling out as its life force completely dissipated.

The ferocious bestial aura slowly faded, and the forest returned to silence, leaving behind only the chaotic traces of the battle.

Qin Yun flicked his wrist lightly, shaking off all the bloodstains from the spear shaft. With a flash of golden light, the Golden Dragon Spear transformed back into a stream of light and submerged into the center of his brow.

But before the three of them could even recover from their shock at Qin Yun's strength, when their gazes fell upon the tiger's corpse and they saw an object faintly revealing a jewel-like luster, Tang San and the others couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Wang Sheng: "What is that? A tiger's bone?"

"What kind of bone looks like that? I'm afraid it's a jewel that this beast swallowed by some stroke of luck!"

Tang San, who had never systematically studied theoretical knowledge, couldn't help but guess at this moment.

However, after staring at the arm-like jewel for a while, Xiao Wu, whose mood had been somewhat low, corrected them.

"This isn't a jewel, it's a Soul Bone. Judging by its appearance, it's a right-arm Soul Bone!"