External Soul Bone? Anything Is Possible in Dreams

"Hehe, since you're so confident, I'll give you a hand."

A sharp glint flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he spoke calmly.

Since you wanted to give it a try, then he would let you try!

If you survived, the data from your body would be of great use to his sect!

And if you died?

Wrap you in a straw mat and bury you on the spot!

What happened next went exceptionally smoothly.

A mere two-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider was simply no match for Sword Douluo.

In just a single exchange, its eight savage legs were cleanly severed, their barbed joints twitching endlessly against the ground.

Sword Douluo gripped the spider's mouthparts between his fingers and, amid the grating crack of shattering carapace, crushed them directly into powder.

"Pierce through the center of its compound eyes, and this soul ring will be yours."

Carrying the half-dead Man Faced Demon Spider, Sword Douluo strode steadily over to Tang San.

"Alright!"

An irrepressible excitement flashed through Tang San's eyes, and even his fingertips trembled slightly with anticipation.

The External Soul Bone was about to be his!

"Stop!"

Just as the dagger was about to touch the spider's carapace, a hoarse shout rang out abruptly.

Three figures swept out from the distant forest like ghosts, landing steadily before the group.

The newcomers consisted of two elders and a youth.

The leading old man and old woman appeared to be around sixty or seventy. Their heads were full of silver hair that gleamed beneath the dappled forest light, yet their backs remained perfectly straight.

The old man supported himself with an exquisitely carved dragon-headed staff in his left hand. The golden dragon coiled around its shaft seemed ready to leap forth at any moment.

Eight soul rings of varying colors slowly pulsed