Wasn't This a Thirty-Thousand-Year Soul Bone?

Standing in Yang Jian's arms, Xiaotian suddenly opened his little golden mouth.

A beam of holy light several times larger than his tiny head rapidly solidified.

The next instant.

It blasted from his mouth, aimed straight at the middle head of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King.

The instant the enormous holy light cannon fired, it became like a pillar of light holding up the heavens, enveloping the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King's entire upper body in a flash.

Clearly, there was no escaping this blow.

BOOM!!!!!

A tremendous explosion rang out.

Countless scraps of flesh and blood scattered through the mountain forest like specks of starlight.

A sudden, driving rain of blood fell across dozens of meters, filling the air with the rusty tang of blood.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King, several meters tall even while lying down, had its upper body blasted apart and toppled stiffly to the ground.

A black ring of light that seemed to devour the surrounding light suddenly appeared beneath the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King's corpse.

A skull bone wreathed in multicolored light, shaped like a triangular crown, also fell intact among the remains of the beast's lower body.

"Is... is that a soul bone?"

Catching sight of that splash of color from afar, Yu Xiaogang suddenly moved, quickening his steps toward the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King's corpse.

"Rrr-woof!"

"Woof, woof!!"

However.

Before he could approach, Xiaotian leaped out of Yang Jian's arms. Running and bounding, he reached the soul bone ahead of Yu Xiaogang and bared his teeth at him.

He looked ready to bite Yu Xiaogang to death at the slightest provocation.

Although Xiaotian was only about the size of a palm and looked harmless to man and beast alike, everyone who had witnessed his strength dared not underestimate him.

Especially with that last attack still vivid in their minds.

Yu Xiaogang's steps came to an immediate halt.

"This..."

Yu Xiaogang hesitated, then looked up at Flender, who had just released his Martial Soul Avatar and was still very weak.

The plea for help in his eyes could not have been clearer.

"Hahahahaha... Xiaogang, so even you have moments like this! Haha... cough, cough..."

Flender doubled over with laughter.

Only after a while did he take two bloody pieces of dragon meat from his soul tool. Bending down, he coaxed Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, come here..."

However.

Xiaotian still turned a deaf ear to him, guarding the soul bone as though protecting the spoils that belonged to his master alone.

"Dean, don't waste your effort. It's not like you don't know Xiaotian's temper. You don't have to insist on giving certain people a way to save face."

"Some people have rotten character, so of course Xiaotian looks down on them. You..."

"Hmm?!"

Before Ma Hongjun could finish, Flender fixed him with a stern look and grunted, frightening him into swallowing all the mocking words he had prepared for Yu Xiaogang.

"What does this have to do with you? Go rest somewhere else!"

Flender glared at Ma Hongjun before turning back to Yu Xiaogang with a smile. "Forget it, Xiaogang. I'll examine it myself."

With that.

He immediately walked toward the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King's corpse.

Xiaotian glanced back at Yang Jian, seeking his opinion.

But Yang Jian had already closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to recover from his injuries and replenish his soul power. Naturally, he could give Xiaotian no instructions.

Still.

No instruction was a kind of instruction too.

And so Xiaotian obediently stepped aside.

"Go on, eat."

Flender smiled helplessly and tossed the two pieces of dragon meat at his feet.

Xiaotian immediately began feasting.

The others from Shrek gathered around as well. Compared with the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, they were naturally more interested in that soul bone.

After all.

Even a thousand-year soul bone was worth a fortune.

Let alone a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

This was a priceless treasure that money alone could not buy.

Many soul masters might go their entire lives without ever seeing a soul bone of this caliber.

Any claim that they were not curious would have been a lie.

Only Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, and Xiao Wu stayed away from the area surrounding the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King's corpse.

"Tsk. Judging by this texture, it doesn't look like something a thirty-thousand-year soul beast could produce."

Flender held it in his hands and examined it from every angle. No matter how he looked at it, it did not resemble a soul bone produced by a thirty-thousand-year soul beast, as Yu Xiaogang had claimed.

Besides.

After their fight just now.

He was almost certain this soul beast was at least forty thousand years old-and an exceptionally troublesome forty-thousand-year one at that. It might even have been fifty thousand years old.

What thirty-thousand-year soul beast could withstand two Soul Saints above level seventy-five working together?

Not to mention that, with Ning Rongrong's enhancement, Zhao Wuji's offensive power had already rivaled that of a Soul Douluo.

In other words, this Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King had to possess strength equivalent to a human soul master of at least level eighty-four.

How could a soul beast of that caliber be only thirty thousand years old?

At that thought.

Flender could not help looking toward Yang Jian in the distance, calmly meditating as he recovered.

Originally, he had only considered Yang Jian one of the few soul masters in this impoverished village who possessed soul power.

On top of that, his martial soul was unusual-the second external martial soul Flender had ever seen.

And he really did need the land in their village, so despite Yang Jian's innate soul power being only level 0.5, he had still kept him by his side.

He had never expected this child's cultivation talent to be every bit as formidable as his venomous tongue.

It could be counted as a fortunate meeting brought about by fate.

He just wondered how this fellow had managed to pin the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King in place...

Forget it.

Even if I asked, he'd probably dodge the question and fob me off. Better not ask.

At least this was a good thing.

"Flood Dragon Wolf King?!"

With Flender holding and turning the soul bone in his hands, Yu Xiaogang, who stood nearby watching all along, could finally see its full appearance.

That was why he cried out in excitement.

"Flood Dragon Wolf King? Xiaogang, are you saying this was a leader-class soul beast?"

Flender asked.

"That's right. Not only was it a Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King, it was a sixty-thousand-year Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King!"

"Sixty thousand years?!"

"Sixty thousand?!!"

The moment Yu Xiaogang finished speaking.

Flender and Zhao Wuji were both dumbfounded, and everyone present turned their attention to Yu Xiaogang.

Clearly.

This revelation was far too explosive.

Two Soul Saints and a handful of two- and three-ring soul masters had joined forces to slay a sixty-thousand-year soul beast-and a leader-class one at that.

If word of this got out.

It would send shock waves through the entire soul master world.

"What? I actually took part in killing a sixty-thousand-year leader-class soul beast? And I was one of the main fighters?"