After the Saint Pinnacle Golden Horned Dragon was slain, its enormous body, like a golden mountain, crashed heavily into the dense forest.
The earthshaking crash sent a rumble through the mountains. Swathes of towering ancient trees snapped at their trunks, fragments of branches and leaves flew everywhere, and dust and fierce winds stirred by the dragon's might swept in all directions, lingering for a long time.
Shiheng walked slowly forward, not a speck of dust touching his robes.
He merely raised a hand and brushed his fingertips seemingly casually across the dragon's body. The hard scales that even ordinary Saint experts struggled to break, and the supremely tough flesh of the magical beast, were sliced open as easily as paper. Golden light surged from within, and a fist-sized Magicite Core, dazzling all over like the blazing sun and coursing with Saint Origin Energy of a heart-stopping purity, floated quietly above his palm.
Deep, ancient fluctuations of magical power wreathed him, every wisp of their aura enough to make an ordinary ninth-level expert tremble. This was truly the lifelong essence of a Saint Pinnacle magical beast, a supreme treasure countless experts in the world dreamed of obtaining.
As a Saint Pinnacle magical beast, the Golden Horned Dragon had condensed all its cultivation into its flesh.
Its meat was tender and firm, its grain resembling gilded jade. Every inch contained vast, pure vital essence and Dragon Origin Power that was violent yet exceptionally gentle. It was far beyond ordinary magical beast meat, a nourishing delicacy among the finest in the world. An ordinary martial artist needed only to swallow a sliver to undergo a complete transformation, cleansing their marrow and meridians. Yet to Shiheng, it was nothing more than an utterly ordinary meal.
As he looked at the enormous dragon before him,