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The Mirror Beast was secretly enjoying its meal using its abilities, never expecting to be discovered.
It was unclear who had struck it with their soul skill, but blue blood was seeping from its back.
However, the area around his mouth was covered in scarlet blood.
Just then, a human head with a ferocious face, filled with terror and resentment, rolled out of his mouth.
It was none other than Old Ma.
"Old Ma! Old Ma!"
One of his close teammates, a bearded man, suddenly wailed and burst into tears.
The others were equally upset, so they vented their anger on the Mirror Beast.
The Mirror Beast tried to run, but Haote was faster.
"Hmph, trying to escape? Second Soul Skill, Enveloping Mist!"
The Snow Soul Demon Bear spewed out a large breath, and a thick white mist rapidly spread outwards from Haote as the center.
The fog contained a bone-chilling cold, and even though the Mirror Beast was also of the cold attribute, the power of its soul skill would be greatly reduced.
But that's enough to slow its movements.
Haote showed no mercy, unleashing his next killing move: "Third Soul Skill, Ice Claw Tear!"
A bear's roar shook the forest, and a burst of icy light flashed!
Behind the crowd.
Dongfang Jing sat cross-legged, focusing all his energy on regulating his soul power.
Besides its stealth ability, the Mirror Beast is also very powerful in combat.
But in the end, they could not withstand the combined attack of Hao Te, the Soul King, and several other Soul Masters.
After a long while, it finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, barely alive.
The team members were all panting heavily, their soul power almost completely exhausted, before they finally managed to suppress the Mirror Beast.
They're really hard to kill!
The group looked at each other, all of them looking disheveled and covered in dust.
None of them expected that in the end, this beast would launch a counterattack in its dying moments, severely injuring three Soul Venerables.
Both of the Great Soul Masters had one arm bitten off.
Haote raised his hand, signaling his teammates to stop.
He hadn't forgotten that this spirit ring was meant for Dongfang Jing to absorb.
"Little mirror! Now's the time!"
Upon hearing the sound, Dongfang Jing opened his eyes, summoned his martial spirit, and the shattered mirror quickly condensed in the air into a gleaming flying knife.
He controlled them.
The blade shot through the air from a hundred meters away, delivering the final blow to the Mirror Beast with pinpoint accuracy!
All the team members, including Haote, stared in shock at what they saw.
This young man's control over his martial spirit is simply beyond imagination!
If it were them, they would definitely not be able to do that!
Chapter 20 Absorbing Soul Rings, Human Greed
Beside the corpse of the Mirror Beast,
Dongfang Jing crouched down to carefully examine his body shape and features.
"As expected, he has two thousand years of cultivation. He is not the same as before. I can now withstand this time limit!"
He slowly clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination.
Since that near-death experience in Sunset Forest.
Dongfang Jing has never slacked off for a single day.
He repeatedly entered the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors, pushing his body and mind to their limits.
Moreover, he had already absorbed a thousand-year soul ring once, and the resilience of his meridians and the capacity of his soul power had long surpassed the norm.
If we were to use an analogy—
Like an inflated balloon, it will shrink back after the air is released, but it can never regain its original tightness.
It will always be a bit looser than before, and the capacity will quietly expand.
For example, it's like a originally soft and narrow passage that has been forcibly widened.
cough cough.
In conclusion, Dongfang Jing has full confidence.
This time, it will not be like last time, where we faced death at the last hurdle.
Haote walked over at this moment, his rugged face showing worry: "Little Mirror, are you really going to absorb this soul ring? Your talent is indeed the best I have ever seen in my life, and the first soul ring in a thousand years is unheard of, but this is after all two thousand years. Are you really sure?"
Dongfang Jing gave him a reassuring smile: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Haote. I am ninety percent confident. Please protect me, Brother."
"Well, since that's how it is, I won't try to persuade you any further. Just focus on absorbing it. With me here, I won't let anything disturb you!"
After saying that, Haote did not go far.
Instead, he turned around and stood firmly behind Dongfang Jing like a mountain.
Seeing this, the boy felt a warmth in his heart.
He then calmed himself down and stopped thinking about it.
He summoned the Shattered Mirror Martial Soul and used his soul power to guide the purple soul ring that was floating above the corpse of the Mirror Shadow Beast.
Just as Dongfang Jing was concentrating on absorbing the soul ring...
The rest of the team were also resting and treating their injuries nearby.
The dark-faced man, who had previously argued with Haote, stared intently at Dongfang Jing's seated figure, his eyes filled with undisguised envy and jealousy.
The other teammates also whispered among themselves, their voices filled with bitterness.
"Sigh, it's infuriating to compare yourself to others. Some people break through to level 20 of soul power before they are seven years old, while I am over thirty and I can't even touch the threshold of Soul Master."
"Who can argue with that? Besides, that kid's first ring takes a thousand years. If he completes the second ring, won't he be able to ascend to the heavens?"
"Damn, I'm so envious! I've only been at the first ring for ten years!"
Listening to the surrounding discussions, the resentment in the dark-faced man's heart grew stronger.
His eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Hey, do you guys think that kid might be hiding some secret technique that allows him to absorb soul rings beyond his level? This first soul ring in a thousand years, even the direct descendants of the three upper sects probably can't do that, right?"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and after a moment, they all nodded in silence.
"Perhaps? Maybe he's a member of some hermit family."
"But if he really is a member of a family, why would he need our help to absorb a spirit ring? Doesn't the family provide him with a powerful protector? Or is it..."
"He's not from a noble family at all! He just got incredibly lucky and stumbled upon a stroke of good fortune!" The dark-faced man's voice suddenly turned fierce.
The air fell silent instantly.
All eyes were focused on the silver-haired boy who was absorbing the soul ring with his eyes closed.
Deep within everyone's heart, a seed called "greed" has quietly sprouted and is growing wildly.
a long time,
Suddenly, one of the men rubbed his eyes, pointed at Dongfang Jing, and whispered, "Look! What's wrong with that kid? He looks like he's in a lot of pain?"
Upon hearing this, a gloating and sarcastic expression immediately appeared on the faces of the group.
"Serves you right! You dared to absorb two thousand years' worth of energy on the second ring? Just wait until your body explodes and you die!"
"Exactly, if you got lucky the first time, would you get lucky again the second time? That would be so unfair."
"Something's not right. The way he's acting doesn't seem like he's bursting with soul power; it's more like he's enduring something else?"
Several people stood up one after another, their minds filled with doubts.
"Holy crap! A soul bone!"
Someone cried out in surprise first.
Instantly, everyone's breathing became heavy and rapid, their chests heaving violently—
Because they all saw it clearly...
The mask on Dongfang Jing's face shattered inch by inch amidst the streams of light, turning into dust and scattering away.
But they had no time to be surprised by the excessively young face beneath the mask.
All eyes were drawn to the boy's suddenly opened eyes!
Those eyes were bursting with dazzling, ever-changing seven-colored light, making the surrounding snow look magnificent!
"This...this is a soul bone?!"
"It should be, but why is it an eye? Shouldn't soul bones appear on the corpses of soul beasts?"
"Brothers, this is just a thousand-year-old soul beast! Isn't it said that only ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts have a very small chance of producing soul bones?"
"Where did you hear that nonsense? What if there are exceptions?"
They were discussing intensely, their eyes wide open, their hearts pounding so hard they felt like they were going to burst out of their chests.
The dark-faced man abruptly interrupted them, his voice hoarse and shrill with excitement: "Stop arguing! What do we do now? We clearly killed the soul beast together, and that kid already got the soul ring. Does he have to take this soul bone too?"
His cold gaze swept over his teammates.
His sharp, knife-like gaze made others afraid to look him in the eye.
But their eyes,
Yet it remained stubbornly attached to the "soul bone" that emitted an alluring light.