"What?"
"That Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear wasn't over two hundred thousand years old, but over four hundred thousand?"
"Isn't that ridiculously powerful?"
Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
At the same time, he finally understood why Tang Hao had been so furious when he brought up hunting Soul Beasts.
A Titled Douluo whose combat strength might be around Level 96 or 97 challenging a Soul Beast comparable to Level 99-wasn't that like the god of longevity hanging himself because he'd lived too long?
Forget successfully hunting the Soul Beast and obtaining its Soul Ring and Soul Bone. The fact that Tang Hao hadn't been hammered to death and had managed to return already spoke to his high cultivation and impressive ability to stay alive.
"I know you're angry, but is it really right for a Titled Douluo like you to bully a Soul Grandmaster who's lost his Soul Rings?"
Yu Xiaogang felt miserable.
But he could only endure it.
He knew Tang Hao's temperament all too well. If he dared utter another word of protest, the beating might get even worse.
Still, he secretly swore that he would never show off again unless he was absolutely certain of success.
Meanwhile.
Inside the Little Shop.
Zhao Wuji had already finished opening his Jars and stood there looking utterly bewildered.
"Why does it feel like it ended before it even started?"
Looking at the pile of common items before him, Zhao Wuji felt as though he'd opened a whole lot of nothing.
Lin Xiao could only shake his head helplessly.
All he could say inwardly was, Too fast, brother...
Ten Jars. Old Zhao had opened all ten in one uninterrupted sweep, leaving Lin Xiao no need to waste his breath explaining anything.
"Boss, you don't need to comfort me. I understand how it