Without his right arm, Tang Rat could no longer withstand Clear Sky Body Protection.
Bibi Dong followed up with another slash, and another Soul Bone—whole and high-quality.
Another slash, another whole, high-quality Soul Bone.
Nearly all of them were at least fifty thousand years old.
That showed just how good the Soul Bones on Tang Rat's body were.
It was clear that, during his years of training, he had hunted quite a few Soul Beasts over fifty thousand years old in pursuit of better, higher-quality Soul Bones.
Besides the two inherited by the Clear Sky Sect, there were four more among the six Soul Bones. Soul Beasts that were a hundred thousand years old were guaranteed to drop a Soul Bone; below that age, the closer they were to a hundred thousand years old, the more likely they were to drop one. But more often than not, they dropped nothing, and there was no guarantee you could collect a full set. The ones that did drop might even be duplicates.
At that moment, Tang Rat lay on the ground in utter despair.
His wounds were causing him unbearable pain.
Was he going to die?
Well, he'd already dropped three Soul Bones. Why wouldn't they keep chopping him up until he dropped more?
A Spirit Master wouldn't leave behind a Soul Ring upon death, but might drop a Soul Bone. The more prestigious their background, the more likely they were to drop one—and they might even drop more than one.
Three Soul Bones had already dropped from his body. The last three would surely be cut out of him too.
And that was exactly what happened. When his fourth limb was cut off, another Soul Bone, over fifty thousand years old, dropped out.
Li Pu and Qian Renxue walked over as