After Murong Huai advanced to Titled Douluo, the aura around him grew increasingly unfathomable. His divine radiance was restrained, and an air of mysterious pressure emanated from him.
Seeing this, Poison Dragon's eyes widened in surprise. "This brat's strength is probably no weaker than his great-grandfather's. He's truly a freak. I can hardly imagine what it'll be like when he reaches demigodhood, or even becomes a god."
As Murong Huai suddenly advanced to Titled Douluo, his Martial Soul, the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword, underwent a dramatic transformation. Strange golden patterns covered the entire blade, and its edge shone even more brilliantly. This was a profound enhancement of a Soul Master's Martial Soul after breaking through to Titled Douluo, comparable to an evolution.
"Good. Since you've finished absorbing your ninth Spirit Ring, let's continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, Poison Dragon prepared to offer himself as a sacrifice. Then he suddenly remembered something and said:
"I sense that you already have a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in your left arm. According to what the Dragon Ancestors instructed, my Soul Bone was supposed to go in your left arm. But since you already have one, that's a problem..."
Murong Huai thought for a moment, then said, "It's no big deal. I'll just cut it off and absorb another one afterward."
Hearing Murong Huai's words, Poison Dragon said awkwardly, "Well, this old man doesn't know how to remove a Soul Bone. I only know how to use poison."
"Oh, that's no problem. I can hold off on absorbing it for now. I can absorb it after I replace the bone later."
"Then there's no problem."
Poison Dragon began sacrificing himself. Greenish-blue Soul Power gradually emerged around him, and a blood-red pillar of light shot into the sky. Then Poison Dragon's figure