Godly Taotie Bull

"More importantly, this Godly Taotie Bull's soul ring will definitely provide a tremendous boost for you."

Huang Fei's gaze fell on the Godly Taotie Bull. "Although the Godly Taotie Bull is primarily earth-attributed, with devouring as a secondary attribute, it truly isn't the best match for you in terms of attributes. After all, the Black Dragon King's strongest traits are darkness and corrosion.

But the key lies in its divine dragon bloodline.

A Soul Master's soul ring depends not only on a Soul Beast's attributes; a Soul Beast's bloodline is equally crucial.

Although the divine dragon blood in this Godly Taotie Bull is thin, once it becomes your soul ring, it can directly nourish your Black Dragon King Martial Soul and trigger its evolution."

Lu Mingfei nodded as if he half understood. "So attributes are just bonus points, while bloodline is the foundation!

It's like applying to college: bloodline is your household registration, and attributes are extra points for special talents!"

"What kind of awful analogy is that? Forget it..."

Huang Fei could not be bothered correcting him. "In short, we have to take down this Godly Taotie Bull."

Lu Mingfei did not object either. Huang Fei had no idea how many attributes the Black Dragon King possessed.

The Black Dragon King was, after all, the supreme existence of the Dragon Clan.

The White King's spiritual power, along with the elemental powers of Bronze and Fire Dragon King, Dragon King of Earth and Mountains, Dragon King of Sky and Wind, and Dragon King of Ocean and Water—the powers of all four sovereigns had been bestowed by the Black Dragon King.

The Black Dragon King itself controlled the spiritual element, the four fundamental elements of earth, water, wind, and fire, and even the powers of time and space.

And you were telling him the attributes did not match?

At that moment, the Godly Taotie Bull at the valley entrance suddenly stopped eating.

The two dark green eyes beneath its armpits locked precisely onto the pair. A low growl rumbled from its mouth, making the surrounding gravel tremble and rattle.

"It found us."

Lu Mingfei hurriedly took a step back.

"No shit. You were yapping away for ages just now, loud as someone haggling at a wet market. It would have to be deaf not to hear you."

Huang Fei rolled her eyes at him, then stepped forward. Brilliant purple light abruptly erupted around her.

Purple flames ignited out of thin air, surging from her body and forming the phantom of a massive phoenix spreading its wings behind her.

The Purple Flame Phoenix had a wingspan of more than ten zhang. Every feather was condensed from dancing violet fire, radiating a terrifying heat.

At the same time, seven soul rings spiraled up from beneath her feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven soul rings appeared.

"Lady Huang Fei, go easy on it. Don't smash it to pieces—I still need to absorb its soul ring," Lu Mingfei shouted from behind.

"Quit talking nonsense!" Huang Fei did not even turn around. "Do I need you to teach me how to fight a Soul Beast?"

The purple flames around her burned ever more fiercely.

Under Martial Soul Possession, Huang Fei's already stunning face gained an added touch of bewitching beauty. Her purple hair streamed like a waterfall, while the dazzling radiance around her made her look like a valkyrie descended from myth.

She did not even need to use a ten-thousand-year soul skill. With a casual lift of her hand, her second hundred-year soul ring lit up.

"Phoenix Cloud-Piercing Strike!"

As she gave a clear shout, the purple flames all over her body rapidly gathered in her palm, compressing and spinning until they formed a violet fireball more than two feet in diameter.

Scorching energy churned within the fireball. Flames at its edges flickered in strange patterns, and the temperature was so high that even the air distorted.

Then the fireball abruptly changed shape, transforming into a small Purple Flame Phoenix with a wingspan of barely one meter. Trailing a long tail of fire, it shot toward the Godly Taotie Bull like a meteor.

Lu Mingfei stared wide-eyed at the sight.

Though the Purple Flame Phoenix was small, it was incredibly fast, and its trajectory carried an irregular drifting motion, like a guided missile with eyes.

The Godly Taotie Bull had clearly sensed the danger as well. It abruptly opened its tiger-fanged maw, dark yellow earth-element Soul Power surging from its throat as it tried to form a defense, but it was still half a beat too slow.

The Purple Flame Phoenix struck precisely at the base of the horn beside its head.

Boom!

Amid the violent explosion, flames scattered everywhere. The Godly Taotie Bull's massive body swayed twice, the eyes beneath its armpits instantly bloodshot as it let out a short, pained cry.

Then... with a bang, it crashed to the ground.

Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. "Just one hit!"

"What else did you expect?"

Huang Fei withdrew her Soul Power, and the purple flames slowly died down as she returned to normal. "It's only a little over a thousand years old. I'm a level seventy-nine Soul Sage. If I couldn't even take it down, I might as well smash my head into a block of tofu and die."

"But... you said it has a divine dragon bloodline, and its combat strength is comparable to a two-thousand-year Soul Beast..."

"So I suppressed half my Soul Power," Huang Fei said calmly. "Otherwise, I was afraid I really would smash it to pieces."

Lu Mingfei: "..."

He began to feel a little sorry for the Godly Taotie Bull.

It was, after all, a descendant of divine dragons, with a noble bloodline and a powerful body. Yet it could not even withstand a single hundred-year soul skill from Huang Fei and had been knocked unconscious on the spot.

What was that like again?

It was like a half-blood fighting a kindergarten kid, yet still having to hold back so as not to hurt the child.

Huang Fei took out a longsword from the Soul Tool at her waist. Its blade was slender and gleamed with cold light, clearly of excellent quality.

She casually tossed it to Lu Mingfei. "Catch."

Lu Mingfei caught the sword in a fluster, looked down at it, then looked back at Huang Fei. "Wait... don't people usually use daggers when hunting Soul Beasts?

The final blow has to pierce a vital point precisely. Daggers are more flexible, right?

You gave me a sword. If I stab with this thing, it'll be like stabbing a watermelon..."

"As long as it works."

Huang Fei impatiently waved her hand. "Who cares whether it's a sword or a dagger? If it can stab the target to death, it's a good weapon.

If you're not satisfied, go find yourself a dagger. I'll wait."

Lu Mingfei looked down at the sword in his hand, then at the unconscious Godly Taotie Bull on the ground, and suddenly felt an absurd sense of unreality.

He recalled the novels he had read before. Whenever the protagonist hunted a Soul Beast, they would grip a gleaming dagger and deliver a clean, decisive slash to the throat, full of ceremony and aesthetic grace.

But when it was his turn—good lord, he was going straight in with a sword.

This was completely the wrong vibe. What happened to elegance?

What happened to style?

He was holding a sword and about to stab an unconscious bull. If the Cassel crowd saw this, they would probably laugh their teeth out.

"Lady Huang Fei."

Lu Mingfei weighed the sword in his hand. "Are you sure you're not deliberately making fun of me? Stabbing a Soul Beast with a sword—how am I supposed to make a name for myself in the Soul Master world after word gets out?"

"You do not have a name in the Soul Master world right now anyway."

Huang Fei said coldly, "Once you become famous, people will only say, 'Oh, that Lu Mingfei? Back then, he stabbed a Godly Taotie Bull to death with a sword. How badass.'"

"What part of that is badass?!"

"Stop dragging your feet. If you wait any longer, it'll wake up."