Ferocious

Everyone turned toward the sound as Yang Guyun slowly emerged from the woods.

His steps were steady, Returnless Spear resting on his shoulder, its tip carrying a streak of dried blood.

Half the sleeve on his left arm had been torn away, revealing a wound stretching from shoulder to elbow. It was not deep, and the bleeding had stopped, but pale red new flesh still showed along its edges.

He walked up to Zhou Qiubai, took Returnless Spear off his shoulder, and planted its butt heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

Then he raised his uninjured eye, sweeping his gaze over the water droplets raining from above and the shattered scales on Swordback Dragon's chest. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

"This side is dealt with too."

He raised his left hand, and a black-and-red soul ring emerged from his palm, radiating an exceptionally powerful aura.

The fierce beasts present could tell from the soul ring that Yang Guyun's opponent had truly accepted its defeat.

There was not a trace of violent aura within it.

Di Tian's gaze settled on the soul ring. After a moment, he nodded slightly.

"It yielded."

Only three words, yet coming from Di Tian, they carried more weight than any lengthy speech.

He could sense the aura within the soul ring. Though that Spirit Beast was unwilling, it had accepted its defeat wholeheartedly.

Yang Guyun drew the soul ring back into his body, then sat down on a relatively intact rock. He laid Returnless Spear across his knees, tore off the remaining cloth from his right pant leg, bit one end between his teeth, and tightened it with one hand.

His expression remained unchanged throughout. Only when tying the knot did he frown slightly, so faintly it was almost imperceptible.

Swordback Dragon