Wasn't This Just Fooling Around?

Before Yang Jian had finished teasing, he suddenly sensed traces of a ten-thousand-year soul beast with dragon blood.

At the same time.

Xiaotian let out a few timely barks. "Woof, woof, woof-"

This made Yang Jian all the more certain that this was no ordinary ten-thousand-year soul beast. It had to be at least twenty thousand years old, or Xiaotian would never have taken an interest.

"Hm?"

"There really are signs of a ten-thousand-year soul beast approaching. Everyone, watch out!"

"Get behind me, all of you!"

Zhao Wuji made a swift decision and issued his orders.

Immediately afterward.

The image of an enormous golden bear appeared behind him, and seven soul rings rose beneath his feet.

His cultivation as a Soul Saint was plain for all to see.

"Awoo-"

Before long.

An enormous beast with three heads, a wolf's body, and a dragon's tail lunged into view before them.

The dust it stirred up alone was enough to evoke black clouds bearing down upon a city.

It's actually a thirty-thousand-year Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf? Xiaotian, are you always this fierce?

No!

This is a forty-thousand-year Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King, with strength rivaling a fifty-thousand-year beast!

As Yang Jian weighed it up, he caught sight of the long flood dragon tail, which already had five segments.

Not only that, a delicate streak of color lay hidden along the edge of that tail.

This was one of the distinctive signs of ancestral reversion unique to flood dragon wolves. Without a careful look, it would be difficult to discern.

Once ancestral reversion appeared, it meant that this flood dragon wolf had gained the potential to transform into a flood dragon.

In an age like this, when true dragons no longer appeared, if a flood dragon truly emerged, its destructive power would probably approach that of a deity.

A flood dragon wolf possessing such bloodline power was undoubtedly a Flood Dragon Wolf King.

"Xiaotian, oh, Xiaotian. You really know how to find trouble for me."

Yang Jian sighed helplessly and looked down at Xiaotian, who was running toward him. That little golden tail was wagging so fast it was practically a helicopter rotor.

With equal helplessness, he opened his arms to catch the little golden dog's flying leap.

"Woof, woo-woo-woo-"

As soon as Xiaotian landed in Yang Jian's arms, Xiaotian kept licking his hand and rumbling softly like a little telegraph machine.

It was clear how delighted the little fellow was at that moment.

There was also a hint of claiming credit and hoping Yang Jian would offer a reward.

My body has already been tempered by thousand-year whale rubber and ten-thousand-year whale glue. I also have level 46 soul power, along with all sorts of...

Maybe I really can absorb this soul ring. And there's the system reward, a guaranteed soul bone drop. Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolves already have lesser dragon blood, and this one's a wolf king. There might even be an unexpected bonus.

I'll take the gamble!

Though Yang Jian had been brainstorming for quite some time, to everyone else, he had merely spaced out for an instant.

He drew little attention from the others.

After all, there was nothing shameful about a fifteen-year-old boy briefly losing his composure upon encountering a soul beast with such an overwhelming presence.

On the contrary, that already counted as a relatively calm response.

"A Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf?!"

"And a thirty-thousand-year Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf at that! Zhao Wuji, don't try to compete with it in speed!"

Only after seeing the soul beast did Yu Xiaogang belatedly cry out in alarm.

"A Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf? Grandmaster, what kind of soul beast is that?"

Zhao Wuji had already felt a lingering fear upon hearing that it was a thirty-thousand-year soul beast. Now, seeing Yu Xiaogang look as though he faced a formidable enemy.

He began to feel even less confident.

"A flood dragon wolf? A wolf!"

Flender came racing back with Oscar just then. "Xiaogang, could we already be surrounded by a wolf pack?"

"No."

Yu Xiaogang answered with absolute certainty.

At last, they had entered his area of expertise, so naturally, he had to take the chance to show off. "Flood dragon wolves are unlike other wolves. They're born lone wanderers."

"Each additional head represents another ten thousand years of age."

"This one's three wolf heads are fully developed. It's probably around thirty-five thousand years old."

"Moreover, because Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolves possess lesser dragon blood, they're born kings of the forest. Its actual strength is probably equivalent to a forty-thousand-year beast, and its soul bone is even..."

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf charged at Zhao Wuji.

"First soul skill-"

"Immovable Bright King Body!"

"Third soul skill-"

"Gravity Enhancement!"

"Pfft!"

Even after using two soul skills in succession, Zhao Wuji still lost this exchange.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf forcibly shoved him back more than ten meters, carving two long furrows into the ground.

Had Zhao Wuji not possessed an exceptionally powerful beast martial soul, the great strength vajra bear, this blow probably would have done far more than make him cough up blood.

"What?!"

At the sight, Flender immediately cried out in shock.

Zhao Wuji often sought him out for sparring. Though his soul power was considerably greater than Zhao Wuji's, even he could not beat Zhao Wuji to this extent in an actual fight.

It would take at least an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo to accomplish that.

"Grandmaster, are you sure this Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf is really only a thirty-thousand-year soul beast, with strength comparable to a forty-thousand-year one?"

As the person who had faced the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf head-on, Zhao Wuji naturally felt the terror of this soul beast more clearly and directly.

He certainly would not believe that nonsense about it being a thirty-thousand-year soul beast.

Even if those words had come from Yu Xiaogang, the grandmaster of martial soul theory.

"Wait!"

"There's no reason my judgment should be wrong!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted.

"Awooo-!!!"

While Yu Xiaogang roared, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf attacked again. With a single leap, it appeared above Zhao Wuji.

Immediately afterward.

It lashed out with its tail. The colored fur hidden at the tip of its dragon tail suddenly shone brightly, unleashing a tail whip comparable to an all-out blow from a soul beast over fifty thousand years old.

It smashed toward Zhao Wuji in an instant!

"Seventh soul skill-"

"Martial Soul Avatar!"

The moment those words left his mouth.

The somewhat short Zhao Wuji instantly swelled in size and transformed into a great strength vajra bear.

He crossed his two bear paws overhead.

BOOM-!!!

Two tremendous forces collided.

In the span of a single breath, the ground beneath the great strength vajra bear sank deep.

At the same time.

Dust that seemed to blanket heaven and earth instantly engulfed everything within a hundred-meter radius.

They could not see their own hands before their faces.

The savage wind stirred up by the battle's aftershocks made everyone's clothes snap and flutter.

"Old man, what are you waiting for?!"

"Hurry up and help Teacher Zhao!"

"Isn't this obviously a wolf king? If you don't act now, we're really going to get slaughtered!"

Yang Jian shouted at once.

He had originally thought Yu Xiaogang would at least recognize a few clues, and then he could simply leave them to deal with it themselves.

Who could have known that not only had Yu Xiaogang failed to recognize it, but he had now sunk into anxious contemplation?

Wasn't this just fooling around?

Yang Jian had no doubt that if he still kept quiet, Zhao Wuji would probably have to take another two attacks before this lot finally reacted.