The Dark Blue Silver Emperor's suppression over the Blue Silver Grass Clan was innate, absolute, and impossible to defy. It could not even conceive of resistance, because the Blue Silver Emperor was its sovereign, and when a sovereign wanted a subject dead, the subject had no choice but to die.
Tang San's soul power surged wildly as he devoured it.
Level fifty-three.
Level fifty-four.
Level fifty-five!
When the Blue Silver King's final trace of life faded away, Tang San's soul power stabilized firmly at level fifty-five.
He threw back his head and let out a hearty roar. His dark crimson hair whipped wildly in the wind, while the Dark Blue Silver Emperor's vines unfurled behind him, blotting out the sky like a demon spreading its wings.
Then, he saw it.
From the Blue Silver King's withered trunk, a bone radiating a ghostly blue glow slowly rose. It was a left arm bone, crystal-clear throughout, with pale golden patterns flowing across its surface. Even amid this charred wasteland, it still radiated a pure, sacred light. It was the essence condensed from the Blue Silver King's tens of thousands of years of cultivation, the final relic it left behind in this world.
"A Soul Bone?" Tang San's smile grew even more frenzied. "Hahahaha! Heaven is helping me! Heaven is helping me!"
Without hesitation, he extended his left hand, and the Dark Blue Silver Emperor wrapped the left arm bone in its vines and drew it over. The instant the Soul Bone touched his arm, intense pain swept through his entire body. It was the Blue Silver King's lingering will within the ten-thousand-year Soul Bone making its final resistance. Even in death, its remnant soul still rejected the demon that had devoured the entire Blue Silver Forest.
"A mere remnant soul dares resist?"