After returning to his body, Xuan Xiao stretched lazily.
He remembered that in the original story, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San had only gone hunting for Soul Rings the next day.
And the Soul Hunting Forest closest to Nuoding City was four hundred li to the northeast.
He wanted to see what nonsense Yu Xiaogang could come up with now that Tang San's Martial Soul was no longer Blue Silver Grass.
Just as he spread his Emerald Dragon Wings to leave, "Buzz!" An extraordinarily powerful Soul Power fluctuation suddenly erupted from a forest sixty li away from the mountain peak where he stood.
"This is... someone breaking through to Level Ninety-Six?"
He had come to Nuoding City five days ago to secretly observe Tang Hao. At the time, Tang Hao's Soul Power had already reached Peak Level Ninety-Five.
Xuan Xiao stroked his chin and suddenly came up with a bad idea. On a gloomy, rainy day, you might as well beat up a kid—he had nothing better to do anyway.
"Go teach him a lesson."
Whoosh!
A streak of purple-gold light flew out of his body and shot toward Tang Hao.
Watching that streak of light disappear into the distance, Xuan Xiao could not help but sigh.
"Tang Hao, Tang Hao. You've finally grown up."
Then a twisted smile appeared on his face.
"Hehehehe."
Now that the punching bag had grown stronger, it was time for it to fulfill its duty as a punching bag.
Inside the cave, Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes.
"As expected of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. In just six years, it let me rise four levels."
But his expression immediately turned cold. Although he had obtained Blue-Flame's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, he could not absorb Blue-Flame's Soul Bone.
By the time he had learned Blue-Flame's true