But when she saw what Yang Jian was standing on, those calm, sea-clear eyes instantly churned with stormy waves.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King was dead.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, which had ruled the Demon Whale Sea Region for hundreds of thousands of years and which even she had not been completely certain she could defeat, now floated silently on the sea, trampled beneath the feet of a young man who looked no older than his teens, utterly lifeless.
The sea breeze swept over its corpse, carrying a thick stench of blood and the distinctive salty fishiness of whale blubber as it slowly spread through the air.
She could even clearly see the massive penetrating wound in the whale's corpse. It ran straight from its back through to its belly, and the flesh around its edges was charred black as if scorched by searing heat.
Bo Saixi had lived for nearly a century and witnessed countless powerful figures strike, yet no move had ever made a chill rise in her heart merely from seeing its lingering traces.
What alarmed her even more was the purplish-gold Soul Power fluctuation that had yet to fully disperse from the air.
It was the aura of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's Soul Ring.
The Soul Ring had already been absorbed.
This discovery abruptly quickened Bo Saixi's heartbeat.
Killing a ferocious beast with a million years of cultivation was already horrifying enough. Being able to absorb its Soul Ring completely in such a short time after killing it was no longer merely a question of strength—it also concerned talent and potential.
And she could not even see through the Soul Power within this young man!
No, more accurately, she could not see through him because there was not the slightest fluctuation