Duke Minghuo Was Taken Out in One Hit

Yan Shaozhe's words were like a spark dropped into boiling oil, instantly igniting the killing intent that had long hung heavy in the air.

The others received the order, and the deathly still courtyard erupted.

(Kill, kill, kill, kill~)

(I hate apologies after the fact.)

A murderous chill raged beneath the low clouds over the Duke's Mansion.

Banner Bro flexed his hands, his knuckles cracking as a savage light filled his eyes.

He thrust up one hand and wrenched the Myriad Souls Soul Banner from the ground, Purple energy surging across it,

sending dust and broken stone flying.

Then he reached through the air toward the phantom of the sixty-thousand-year Blood Tiger, whose Soul Ring had yet to fade.

"Get out here, damn you!"

With his thunderous shout,

a brutal suction sprang into being. The air itself seemed to warp beneath the force of his grasp.

The Blood Tiger's dazed soul was forcibly torn from its fading Soul Ring.

The black Soul Ring suspended overhead shattered and dissolved into specks of dark light,

like embers scattered by a gale,

and the giant tiger's body crumbled away with it.

Clang!

A crimson bone radiating a thick, bloody aura and scorching heat fell from midair.

It struck the flagstones with a clear ring, drawing every eye nearby.

A dark-red glow rippled across its surface, as though molten lava flowed within.

"A Soul Bone! A sixty-thousand-year Soul Bone!"

Among the crowd, a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor stared so hard his eyes seemed ready to pop out. Blood vessels spread across their whites.

Greed overwhelmed fear. His Adam's apple bobbed as he burst forward,

stirring a turbulent wave of Soul Power as he sprinted madly toward the fallen Blood Tiger Soul Bone.

That divine treasure could change his fate forever!

But another figure was faster.