Thud!
Tang Hao's severed limbs fell from the sky. The air reeked of blood, and a crimson mist spread.
Meanwhile...
Far away in Slaughter City, Tang San had just survived a slaughter when a sudden pain stabbed through his heart. His eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
A vicious glint flashed in his eyes.
"What's going on? Why does my heart suddenly hurt so much?"
"Did someone attack me from the shadows and poison me? Is it only taking effect now?"
But the feeling vanished as quickly as it had come. In the end, Tang San put it down to the daze that had followed his fierce battle and decided the pain had been an illusion.
Elsewhere...
Qi Dao looked at Tang Hao's severed limbs on the ground. Four points of light still glimmered among them, giving off faint Soul Power Fluctuations.
Dugu Bo, Snake Lance Douluo, and Porcupinefish Douluo had descended one after another once the battle ended.
The three stared at the four Soul Bones among the remains and drew sharp breaths.
Good heavens. Four Soul Bones!
And if they counted the other two they suspected he had possessed, didn't that mean Tang Hao had originally had six?
Dugu Bo couldn't help grumbling, "No wonder that bastard Tang Hao became a Titled Douluo at forty-four. How much time would six Soul Bones save him?"
Snake Lance Douluo sighed as well. "Exactly. How many Titled Douluo don't even have one Soul Bone? Yet Tang Hao had six."
Judging by their quality, not one of the four Soul Bones came from a beast younger than ten thousand years.
No, not one came from a beast younger than thirty thousand years!
Smiling, Qi Dao pried the four Soul Bones from the severed limbs. He pocketed the Head Soul Bone, then turned to Dugu Bo