The Temptation of Scavenging a Bargain Was Enormous

At Fang Yuan's words, the Myriad Beast Demon Spirit opened its jaws and spoke in human speech:

"Human, the soul ring I produce cannot be absorbed by human soul masters. Otherwise, the chaotic energies within will make them explode and die. If you wish to hunt me, you have truly picked the wrong target.

"Get out of the Star Dou Great Forest now, or if I fight you to the death, you will not fare well either. If the battle draws other hundred-thousand-year soul beasts here, you will die in this place today!"

Beyond intimidation and threats, the Myriad Beast Demon Spirit's words even carried a hint of negotiation and persuasion.

This was not because it was naturally cowardly. As a fusion beast formed from the blood essence and souls left behind by many soul beasts after death, its ferocity and brutality only surpassed those of ordinary soul beasts.

It was simply because it had fought Fang Yuan earlier, gotten brutally beaten, and suffered severe injuries. It knew the score. Now that its escape had failed and it was forced to face this human again, its gaze was naturally exceptionally clear.

It was not lying. As a fusion soul beast, a hundred-thousand-year Myriad Beast Demon Spirit contained the fierce auras of countless other soul beasts within its body.

The soul ring it produced after death would likewise contain incomparably violent energy. Even a powerhouse on the verge of breaking through to rank ninety would face certain death if they tried to absorb it.

Thus, this Myriad Beast Demon Spirit was truly baffled.

For fuck's sake, if you're hunting soul beasts, hunt a good one!

With so many badass soul rings out there for you to hunt, why are you fixated on me, a soul beast whose soul ring cannot be absorbed? What the hell is wrong with you?

Yet its words did not move Fang Yuan in the slightest.

He threw back his head and laughed. "Hahaha! There is actually such an exhilarating soul ring in this world? Then I insist on seeing what it tastes like!"

With that, he stomped heavily upon the ground. With a boom, the earth collapsed into a deep pit.

Borrowing the force of that stomp, Fang Yuan transformed into a blood-red streak of light and shot straight toward the Myriad Beast Demon Spirit!

Seeing that this human had become even more excited after hearing its words, the despair in the Myriad Beast Demon Spirit's heart transformed entirely into the savage ferocity of a final desperate struggle.

"You beast! Since you insist on seeking death, then come!"

It let out a furious roar, its voice brimming with wild, bloodthirsty killing intent.

Even a rabbit would bite when cornered, much less a hundred-thousand-year ferocious beast.

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang stood between the human and the beast, their expressions blank.

It took them quite some time to realize that this soul beast had not come for the three of them. It had been hunted down by this young soul master and had merely happened to flee in their direction?

Seeing that a great battle was about to erupt between the human and the beast, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang shuddered inwardly. They hurriedly grabbed Meng Yiran and the Man-Faced Demon Spider beside her, retreating at full speed.

On one side stood a hundred-thousand-year soul beast; on the other, a mysterious soul master capable of hunting down a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. A battle between these two sides was not something they could withstand.

Although Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang's martial soul fusion skill possessed power comparable to an attack from a Title Douluo, there was no need for them to involve themselves.

As they retreated, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang compressed their voices into thin lines and communicated with each other.

"So that hundred-thousand-year soul beast was being pursued. We accidentally helped that young man instead." Meng Shu sounded rather gloomy.

Chao Tianxiang's voice carried a trace of eagerness. "After a hundred-thousand-year soul beast is killed, it will definitely produce a soul bone. Do you think we should..."

Meng Shu frowned deeply. "Do you have a death wish? If that man can kill a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, his strength absolutely surpasses that of an ordinary Title Douluo. How could we possibly snatch food from a tiger's mouth?"

Chao Tianxiang's voice was unwilling. "Would he still be at his peak after killing a hundred-thousand-year soul beast? Besides, would he not absorb that soul beast's soul ring? We inexplicably did him a huge favor. If we do not get some benefit from him, I cannot swallow this anger."

Meng Shu hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Even so, we must wait until their battle is over before acting according to the circumstances. If he has not expended much strength, he might instead kill us to silence us and prevent news of the soul bone from leaking."

Chao Tianxiang was startled. She turned to look at her granddaughter, and the unwillingness in her heart gradually cooled.

Indeed, a battle at the level of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast was not something Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang could intervene in.

Although they possessed a martial soul fusion skill, against powerhouses at the level of a Title Douluo and a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, killing them would not be difficult.

At this moment, calmness finally outweighed the unwillingness in Chao Tianxiang's heart.

However, before the three of them had retreated very far, they heard a beast's roar.

That roar contained an exceptionally deep resentment and unwillingness, making one's entire body turn cold.

"Th-this..." Meng Shu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "That soul beast is already dead?"

Indeed, at the center of the battlefield, the enormous body like a small mountain crashed down, stirring up a storm.

Fang Yuan stood atop the beast's body as the aura around him slowly receded.

The blood-red cape behind him gradually dissipated, while the countless Myriad Self phantoms around him also faded bit by bit before vanishing without a trace.

This Myriad Beast Demon Spirit had already been severely injured by him. It had only managed to unleash a final burst of strength and flee at a speed far beyond normal.

After Fang Yuan caught up with it again, unwilling to drag things out, he directly activated Incomplete Freedom Transformation and Myriad Self at the same time.

Incomplete Freedom Transformation granted Fang Yuan physical abilities as swift as thunder in motion, allowing him to battle heaven and earth and sweep unhindered across all directions.

Under his martial soul true body, every Myriad Self phantom possessed close-combat strength nearing that of a Soul Sage. Their coordination was seamless, and they feared no death, like a torrent of steel.

As he unleashed every means of attack and erupted with his strongest strike, the already heavily injured Myriad Beast Demon Spirit was unable to resist for long before Fang Yuan shattered its head with a single punch.

This powerful ferocious beast, whose cultivation exceeded a hundred thousand years and which had fused the blood essence and souls of countless soul beasts, died just like that at Fang Yuan's hands.

Above the enormous beast body, like a small mountain, a soul ring as crimson as blood slowly emerged.

That blood-red color represented the highest age of soul rings produced by ordinary soul beasts: one hundred thousand years!

Across the continent, soul rings produced by ten-thousand-year soul beasts were already uncommon, usually seen only on the bodies of powerful experts.

Hundred-thousand-year soul rings were even rarer. Even among Title Douluo-level powerhouses, they were hard to find.

It could be said that this red soul ring represented the absolute pinnacle of strength among soul masters on the continent!

Meng Shu, who was fleeing with his wife and granddaughter, could not help but reveal a strange look in his eyes when he turned back and saw that crimson red.

He had heard what that soul beast had said earlier as well.

The soul ring produced by this so-called Myriad Beast Demon Spirit could not be absorbed by soul masters; otherwise, they would surely explode and die.

If this young man absorbed this soul ring, would he die as that soul beast had claimed?

Then, could he obtain the hundred-thousand-year soul bone produced by that soul beast through a stroke of nearly effortless luck?

Even if this soul beast's soul bone could not be absorbed either, what kind of profit would he gain if he sold it?