Fierce Battle with the Thunder Eagle

It was all burned? Nothing left? There might've been Gold Soul Coins in there.

That would be enough to have a good time several times over!

"Clan Leader, these are their Gold Soul Coins!"

As Zhang Nan pondered, Huang Zhong walked over carrying several money pouches and handed them to him.

Not bad, not bad, Huang Zhong. Looks like you understand me!

Zhang Nan took the pouches and found them quite heavy. Opening them one by one and counting their contents, he found four or five hundred Gold Soul Coins. I'm rich, I'm rich. Tonight, I'm going out to have some fun.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Nan cleared his throat and continued leading the Five Tiger Generals deeper into the forest.

"Ding! System scan detected a soul beast twenty meters ahead: Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle, eight-thousand-year grade!"

Zhang Nan crouched down and activated the Evil God's Eye. Sure enough, he saw a thunder eagle ahead whose feathers were formed from nine colors—blue, yellow, gold, and more—as it feasted on the soul beast beneath its talons.

That soul beast had not been dead for long. It should have been the hundred-year soul beast those people had mentioned earlier.

"Hiss, this won't be easy to deal with!"

After checking the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle's detailed information in the system, Zhang Nan was surprised to discover that it possessed the natural element of lightning. When attacking, its talons condensed lightning, and it could also shoot lightning threads from its beak.

Although taking down an eight-thousand-year soul beast would be no problem with the Five Tiger Generals here, this soul beast was extremely cautious. It fled at the slightest disturbance. Even while eating the soul beast beneath its talons, it would take a peck, look around while chewing, then take another peck only after finishing.

"Clan Leader, I'll go take it down!"

"Wait!"

Zhang Nan hurriedly stopped the eager Zhang Fei. With that big, burly frame, Zhang Fei would definitely alert the enemy the moment he went out. Besides, Zhang Nan liked this lightning-type soul beast very much. Even with several Title Douluos at his side, he still needed a foolproof plan. Since he was making a move, he had to make sure it stayed dead.

Since Ma Chao was a speed-type battle soul master and possessed the strength of a Peak Douluo, he could naturally take the lead. Huang Zhong, meanwhile, had long-range attack capabilities and the strength of a Peerless Douluo. Once the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle took flight and focused all its attention on Ma Chao, Huang Zhong could give it a heavy blow with the Blazing Divine Bow. It surely would not be able to react in time.

The others only needed to act according to the situation.

Zhang Nan finished arranging everything in short order, and everyone stood ready.

"Go!"

Zhang Nan spoke softly. Whoosh—a figure too fast to see shot forward.

Screech...

Having flown through the skies year-round, the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle was exceptionally sensitive to changes in airflow. It instantly spat out the food in its beak and reacted.

With a flap of its golden wings, it tried to flee.

"How dare you!"

Ma Chao roared, splitting the spear in his hand into two and launching them forward. The spearheads shot from his hands like two dazzling arrows, glowing red from friction with the air as they hurtled toward the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle.

After all, it was an eight-thousand-year thunder eagle, not some helpless prey. Knowing it had to withstand this strike head-on, it rapidly condensed four enormous lightning spheres in its beak and fired them out.

Bang!

After the two energies collided, the lightning spheres exploded. Though they did not knock away Ma Chao's soul weapon, they greatly slowed the Spear of Cold Radiance's charge.

Screech!

The Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle knew its chance had come. It gave a delighted cry full of provocation toward Ma Chao, then beat its enormous wings and easily dodged the fatal strike.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

The Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle circled overhead instead of leaving, continuing to mock Ma Chao. Little did it know that Huang Zhong's soul skill had already locked onto it!

"Sixth Soul Skill: Blazing Tracking!"

"Seventh Soul Skill: Arrow of Holy Light!"

A flash of white light passed soundlessly. By the time the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle, still basking in the joy of surviving a disaster, reacted, it was already too late.

The powerful strike directly sent its massive body flying seven or eight meters before it slowly fell.

"Hyah!"

Riding the beast soul Red Hare Thousand-Mile, Guan Yu charged after it, with Zhao Yun close behind. Zhang Fei, the least skilled in speed, could only shout anxiously after them.

"Wait for me! Why are you all running so fast?!"

Huang Zhong's terrifying arrow had not only pierced the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle's chest but also injured its internal organs. During its fall from the sky, its huge body had broken one wing and one leg. Now, it could only keep flapping helplessly on the ground.

If it had not shown off just then, it might have escaped already. It insisted on acting tough in front of Ma Chao, and that little display was what left it lying on the ground.

Goodbye. In your next life, don't show off again.

The Slayer God's Sword appeared, leaving the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle as nothing more than a cold corpse. A beautiful purple soul ring floated into view.

"Guard me!"

Zhang Nan sat cross-legged and used his aura to draw the purple soul ring toward himself, beginning the fusion.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

Energy flickered continuously, forming an oval protective barrier. The soul ring first descended onto Zhang Nan's head, then gradually expanded until it passed through him and appeared beneath his cross-legged body.

It was not over yet. Immediately afterward, the Peerless Sword Case and the Darknight Shadow Leopard in Zhang Nan's palm both appeared, waiting for him to add a soul ring to them.

The thunder eagle's soul ring carried traces of lightning elements from nature, so it possessed immense destructive power. Naturally, it had to go to the Peerless Sword Case.

"Out!"

The unusual soul ring attached itself to the Peerless Sword Case. The case slowly opened, and Zhang Nan gave a cold shout. One crimson and one orange—Cloud Shuttle and Phoenix Flute—flew out from the Peerless Sword Case. He could control the two swords' attacks with his thoughts.

While he was at it, Zhang Nan also fused the soul bone he had previously obtained from the system.

A day passed.

After Zhang Nan left the Soul Hunting Forest with the Five Tiger Generals, it was already afternoon.

He had originally planned to settle accounts with Yu Xiaogang, but when he reached the market, he discovered that his stomach had long been growling with hunger. He had no choice but to find a restaurant and fill his stomach first.

"Waiter, bring out the dishes! Give us a first-class feast and the best wine! Bring several bottles!"

"Right away!"

Since selling the parts from the Nine-Colored Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle had earned them quite a bit of money, they ordered much more food today. Besides, Zhang Nan had promised the Five Tiger Generals last time that once everything was done, he would treat them to a proper feast.

Before long, all the dishes were served, filling the entire table, along with plenty of wine.

Today, they were bound to drink until they dropped.

"Come on, everyone, drink!"

Zhang Nan was also in high spirits today. He had wiped out the Tang father and son pair and obtained an eight-thousand-year soul ring. The only thing he had yet to accomplish was kicking that scumbag Three-Cannon Gang around, but that was no big deal. He would get it done soon enough.

After that, Zhang Nan planned to visit Shitrek Academy to see whether he could run into Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. While he was there, he would give Zhao Wuji another beating, find Principal Flender, and truly change Shrek into Shitrek. Maybe he would even run into little Gangzi.

If he did, that would be even better.

"Come, drink!"

The Five Tiger Generals really could hold their liquor. In barely a minute or two, they had already drained several wine jugs.