Yu Xiaogang listened to Flender.
He gave his head a slight toss. What sort of person did he take me, the Grandmaster, for?
It was only a matter of judging a Soul Beast's age.
So he studied it carefully for a moment.
"I think this Soul Beast is somewhere between three thousand and five thousand years old."
That held true whether he judged by its size, the color of its feathers, or even the Soul Power it gave off while he stood beside it.
"Just right for Ma Hongjun's fourth Soul Ring!"
At those words, Ma Hongjun hurriedly summoned his Martial Soul.
Flames shot straight toward the avian Soul Beast on the ground.
But unexpectedly, the instant they touched its feathers-
The Phoenix Fire Line Ma Hongjun took such pride in was absorbed in its entirety.
It did not even let out a fart.
"How is this possible? What on earth are its wings made of!"
Ma Hongjun cried out in shock at the sight.
"Ahem, in my experience, its flame abilities might be stronger than yours.
"That would cause your flames to be completely devoured by its flames in a clash between the same attributes."
"Still, it looks like it's on its last breath. Just kill it with a knife."
Yu Xiaogang offered his suggestion.
Tang San happened to take out a small knife and held it out to Ma Hongjun.
Nodding, he aimed for the head and drove the knife into his target.
A slightly darker Thousand-Year Soul Ring emerged.
"Judging by the Soul Ring, my guess wasn't wrong. It's roughly four thousand years old.
"Ma Hongjun, absorb it. I hope this Soul Ring will allow your Evil Fire Phoenix to transform."
As the absorption began-
A warm current flowed into Ma Hongjun's body. There was no discomfort,