After Xuan Zi burst into laughter a few times, he seemed to suddenly remember something.
His gaze fell back onto that severed arm.
The arm had crashed onto the ground, but the area around it had already turned an inky green.
Xuan Zi immediately frowned at the sight.
"Old poison dog!"
He cursed under his breath, then wrapped the severed arm in earthy yellow Soul Power before returning to Long Yaochen's side.
Seeing his strange expression, Long Yaochen could not help but feel curious.
"What is it?"
"Shh!" Xuan Zi raised an index finger before his beard. After furtively looking around, he carefully examined the severed arm before him.
Only after a moment did he open his eyes again.
A terrifying gleam suddenly lit up in his murky eyes.
"Just as I thought!"
"Kid, we've struck it rich this time!"
Long Yaochen raised his brows and spoke with some uncertainty.
"Could it be..."
"That's right!"
Xuan Zi's voice immediately rose several notches.
"There's a Soul Bone inside!"
"And it's a hundred-thousand-year one!"
As he spoke, he even tried to hand the arm to Long Yaochen.
Long Yaochen hurriedly took several steps back.
He did not know how much poison was inside, but why invite such trouble?
Xuan Zi immediately gave an embarrassed chuckle.
"I was so happy that I nearly forgot about that."
"Although it's a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, that old thing nurtured this left arm for far too long."
"I'm afraid it's already saturated with his natal poison."
"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone..."
Excitement also entered Long Yaochen's voice.
This already counted as one of the greatest treasures on Douluo Continent.
"It's fine." He shook his head. "Someone who can deal with this thing... a Soul Beast will be here soon."
"You mean Bi Ji?"
Xuan