Chen Ping was not worried that Wu Feng would be unable to absorb this Soul Bone.
Wu Feng's physical constitution was now stronger than that of many Soul Ancestors. Otherwise, she could not have taken down several of the Soul Ancestors assigned to her during the tournament.
If Wu Feng's soul power level were raised to forty now, she might be unable to absorb a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring because of her spiritual power, but she could still try one around seven or eight thousand years old.
Holding the dark golden palm bone, Wu Feng looked as though she wanted to speak but hesitated.
"Ah, young people these days."
Xuan Zi sat on the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's corpse and grumbled.
"All right, all right, stop dawdling. Hurry up. Young Chen is doing this for your own good."
Wu Feng wrestled with herself where she stood for a while longer before sitting down a short distance away, mobilizing her soul power to draw the Soul Bone into merging with her.
They could clearly see the right palm bone seemingly liquefy under the influence of her soul power, turning into a pool of golden liquid that seeped into her right hand.
"Absorbing a Soul Bone of this quality should hurt a little. Activate your Dragon Transformation. It should help you absorb this Soul Bone to some extent."
Chen Ping did not speak loudly, but Wu Feng did hear him. She simply could not answer him for the moment.
As the liquid formed from the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Right Palm Bone flowed into her palm, she initially found it very comfortable, as though a warm liquid had enveloped her right hand.
But that warmth soon became a burning heat.
Although the soul power within her body circulated rapidly, it could not intervene in