Suotuo City Soul Hunting Forest! Four Hundred Year Bone-Splitting Giant Crocodile!

The Soul Saint moved with great speed, arriving at the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest in no time.

This place was guarded by the Joint Defense Patrol Army, established jointly by the Empire and Martial Soul Hall specifically to maintain this Soul Hunting Forest for Suotuo City.

Flender stepped forward and tilted his chin slightly. Seven standard soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—rose from beneath his feet. He needed no token; the soul rings and the fluctuation of his soul power were enough to signify his immense strength and noble status.

Seeing this, the patrol soldiers' pupils constricted. Without a word of obstruction, they immediately opened the massive iron gates of the Soul Hunting Forest.

This was the benefit brought by strength.

This world was one where strength was supreme.

As long as you were powerful enough, you could act with impunity, and no one would dare to stop you!

Conversely, when you were weak, all manner of monsters and demons would swarm to hinder you!

Flender stood with his hands behind his back and walked inside.

Fu Wen followed closely behind, looking left and right.

To be honest, in the six years since he had been reborn into this world, this was his first time visiting the Soul Hunting Forest.

Although it was enclosed by the Empire and Martial Soul Hall and relatively safe, it was, after all, a genuine primeval forest.

"The Soul Hunting Forest of Suotuo City is vast; the highest-level soul beasts here reach over five thousand years in age."

"In other smaller Soul Hunting Forests, there are usually only hundred-year soul beasts, and thousand-year soul beasts are quite rare."

"But this place is different; there are many."

Flender assumed the role of an elder, pushed up his glasses, and spoke.

"Alright, Dad, enough talk. Just fly me over to find that crocodile."

"I can't wait any longer."

Fu Wen was feeling a bit excited.

Nonsense, he was about to become a Soul Master.

Who wouldn't be excited?

"Fine."

Flender didn't dawdle. He took Fu Wen into the air, flying at high speed through the dense woods until the view suddenly opened up.

It was a massive lake, surrounded by valleys.

Looking down from high above, they could already see a giant crocodile lying there, fast asleep.

Under the sunlight, its tough skin shimmered with a blood-red luster, appearing particularly dazzling.

"The Bone-Splitting Giant Crocodile belongs to the sub-dragon species. Its bloodline is powerful, and its strength far exceeds what it appears to be. Generally speaking, a hundred-year specimen possesses the strength of a thousand-year soul beast; many ordinary thousand-year soul beasts that aren't of the sub-dragon species are no match for it."

"Normally, a soul beast like this wouldn't be placed here; they are usually reserved. You are truly lucky this time; even the heavens are favoring you."

"At the very least, I had never heard of this creature being in the Soul Hunting Forest before."

"Judging by its size, this fellow is already four hundred years old. It is perfect for you; no need to look for others, we'll choose this one."

Flender kept his eyes fixed on the crocodile in the distance as he explained.

Once he finished, he didn't hesitate. With a decisive flap of his wings, he gathered his Soul Saint-level soul power, transforming it into sharp, golden points of light that rained down like a storm upon the sleeping Bone-Splitting Giant Crocodile.

Swish, swish, swish!!!

Of course, he controlled the intensity of these attacks; otherwise, if he killed it outright, it would be a huge loss.

Only by killing a soul beast with one's own hands could a Soul Master absorb its soul ring.

These attacks would, at most, leave it on the verge of death, stripped of any ability to fight back.

The final blow would still need to be delivered by Fu Wen himself.

No matter how impressive this creature was, it was only four hundred years old. Even as a sub-dragon species capable of fighting above its level to rival thousand-year soul beasts, it was still an ant in front of a Soul Saint.

He didn't even need to release his soul skills; the most basic soul power attack was enough to take it down easily.

The Bone-Splitting Giant Crocodile never expected that a simple nap would lead to such an unprovoked disaster.

Sensing the threat to its life, the Bone-Splitting Giant Crocodile jolted awake, attempting to counterattack.

But it was all too late.

It was already surrounded by the dense barrage of feather-like spikes.

The speed and power of a Soul Saint's attack were no joke.

Bang, bang, bang!!!!!

Rumble!!!!!!!

The next second, a violent explosion echoed across the valley!

"Tsk tsk, truly spectacular."

High in the air, Fu Wen, being carried like a chick by Flender, couldn't help but sigh as he looked down at the dust-filled scene of the explosion below.

This was the might of a Soul Saint. Back in his past life, whether watching the anime or reading the novels, he hadn't felt it was anything special; it just seemed average.

But seeing a Soul Saint powerhouse take down a monster with his own eyes today, he finally understood that these experts were no joke.

To be honest, this was the first time in six years he had seen his old man make a move.

Most importantly, this strike had been nothing more than a casual, ordinary attack.

"You have Innate Full Soul Power at level ten. As long as you don't die young, reaching the rank of Title Douluo is just a matter of time. Your old man only had level seven Innate Soul Power; if I work hard, I might be able to push for an eight-ring Soul Douluo, but don't even think about a nine-ring Title Douluo. Plus, I'm getting on in years now, so the chances are even slimmer."

"Maybe by the time you reach a six-ring Soul Emperor, your ordinary attacks will be stronger than your old man's seven-ring Soul Saint ones."

Flender said with a chuckle.

"Old man, I like the sound of that."

"A son should definitely be stronger than his father, otherwise, wouldn't he be a failure?"

"In the past, you protected me; in the future, I'll protect you."

"Besides, with me around, who knows? Maybe I can even help you break through to a nine-ring Title Douluo."

Fu Wen laughed.

In the original story, by the finale, Flender was only an eighty-three-level Soul Douluo.

But now that he was here, he naturally couldn't follow the path of the original work.

As long as he could find a way to get an Immortal Herb in the future, Flender would definitely be able to break through to a nine-ring Title Douluo.

"Alright, it's the thought that counts."

"Go down and claim your soul ring."

"I controlled my strength well, so it should still have a breath left. Once you go down, just drive a blade into its head, and it'll be dead."

Flender felt very gratified and moved upon hearing this.

The fact that this brat could say such things proved that the last six years of raising him hadn't been in vain.

As he spoke, he took a dagger out of his Soul Tool and handed it to Fu Wen.

Fu Wen took it and gripped it in his hand.

The two landed, the powerful air currents blowing away the dust.

In the crater, the Bone-Splitting Giant Crocodile was covered in lacerations, its kingly aura gone. With more air leaving than entering, it was already on its last legs.

Its eyes looked at the two humans, Fu Wen and Flender, revealing a mix of hatred and helplessness.

Damned humans; it had just been sunbathing, and yet they had to kill it.

"Sorry, but that's how the law of the jungle works."

"In the old era, soul beasts ate humans; in the new era, humans kill soul beasts."

"Don't blame me; if you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck."

As he spoke, Fu Wen stepped forward, wrapping his level ten soul power around the dagger in his hand and stabbing it fiercely into the most vulnerable point of the Bone-Splitting Giant Crocodile's head!