A sphere radiating black light shot out of the water and hurtled toward Xiao Yan with lightning speed.
At the sight, a cold smile curled Xiao Yan's lips, and he swiftly retreated several steps.
As though sensing his rapid retreat, the black sphere emitted a ripple of emotion that resembled mockery.
Then, with a snap, an aged hand reached out and caught it.
"Buzz, buzz!" The black sphere spun rapidly, but it could not escape the aged hand. It trembled uneasily twice before finally emitting ripples of terror.
"I was wondering where this Magical Beast's magic core had gone. So it was hiding in this blood pool." Watching the black sphere struggle helplessly in Xiao Wen's hand, Xiao Yan revealed an amused smile.
After the black sphere struggled for a while, the soul of a middle-aged man dressed in black finally flew out of it.
"Who exactly are you people? How could Half-Saint experts appear in a place like this?" He stared at the three before him in terror.
He had assumed the youth was, at most, a Dou Emperor. Never had he imagined that the two elders behind him possessed such terrifying strength.
"Are you qualified to know who we are?" Xiao Wu snorted coldly and moved to snuff out his soul.
The soul of a mere Eighth-Rank Magical Beast held little value.
"Elder Wu, wait." Xiao Yan suddenly waved a hand and walked up to the middle-aged man.
"Tell me, where did you get these two Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python scales?"
"You think someone like you deserves to know about the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python... Aah!" A cold smile had only just appeared on the Netherworld Demon Serpent's face when a pitch-black Soul-Striking Whip lashed him viciously.
He turned around and discovered that the stern-looking elder was staring