Hunting Soul Beasts (3)

Yu Xiaogang had never intended to show a friendly face to this brat who had opposed him time and again.

Now that he had heard the boy had a Soul Beast he wanted, and that it was poison-attributed at that, he despised him even more, sneering inwardly.

A brat whose feathers had not even grown in yet wanted to deal with a 423-year Soul Beast? Was he going to fight with his life?

"Kid, you have two choices now."

Following the voice, Zhang Sanwei discovered that Gangzi was speaking. He stood with his arms folded, wearing an expression as though everything were under his control.

Zhang Sanwei said nothing and waited quietly.

He truly wanted to hear what insights the other man could possibly offer.

"First, you hunt a ten-year Soul Beast for your Soul Ring now, and we can return quickly."

"Second..." Gangzi's gaze continuously swept over Zhang Sanwei.

Though he did not have Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power was not something one saw everywhere. He could barely qualify as Yu Xiaogang's disciple.

"Take me as your master, and I'll help you hunt a 423-year Poison Needle Bee. Choose for yourself."

Zhang Sanwei swept his gaze over Yu Xiaogang, then glanced at the pig beside him. The corner of his mouth curled up. "Master, when you say hunt, you don't mean you want this pig to serve as bait, do you?"

"You!"

"Tang Hao had just charged toward the Mandala Snake, but he stopped almost immediately." Golden Crocodile could not help looking at Qian Chenzhou.

He naturally understood why Tang Hao had headed for the Mandala Snake, but since he had stopped in the end, he had likely decided it was better to follow Tang San's suggestion.

An amused smile appeared on Qian Chenzhou's face as his