"Ah! Who was it?!"
"Which bastard who deserves a thousand cuts hunted down the Blue Silver King?!"
In the Dense Forest, Tang Hao could no longer contain his fury and roared at the sky.
His voice carried far into the distance, startling countless birds into flight.
"What? The Blue Silver King is dead?!"
"Dad, is-is that really true?"
Beside him, Tang San looked stunned when he heard this.
Instinctively, he neither wanted nor could bear to accept it.
"Is it possible the Blue Silver King simply left?" he asked tentatively, hope in his eyes.
"No. That's impossible. The Blue Silver King was your mother's most loyal subordinate. He promised me he would wait here for you."
"So he would never leave."
"Since we can't find him now, there's only one possibility left: he's dead!"
Tang Hao's tone was utterly firm.
"Then..."
"The Blue Silver King really was hunted down?"
Tang San's face paled, much of its color draining away.
Tang Hao's words had undoubtedly crushed his last hope of a lucky escape.
"But the Blue Silver King was still Blue Silver Grass, after all. Who could be so desperately hungry that they wouldn't even spare Blue Silver Grass, hunting him down for a soul ring?"
"That's downright inhuman."
Tang San was on the verge of tears as he spoke.
Just how deranged did someone have to be to hunt Blue Silver Grass for a soul ring?
With so many soul beasts in the world, how far off the deep end did someone have to go to hunt Blue Silver Grass?
"Why wouldn't they?" Tang Hao said gravely. "It's perfectly normal for someone to choose the Blue Silver King as a soul ring.
Have you forgotten what I told you? The Blue Silver King was an eighty-five-thousand-year soul beast. Even if