A snake suddenly darted out from the forest, moving extremely fast.
After seeing the group blocking its path, it sped up even more.
It looked like it wanted to charge straight through the crowd.
Its rapidly advancing body collided directly with Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing’s Nether Thrust slammed straight down toward the fleshy crest on its head.
The snake, in its panicked escape, twisted urgently to dodge.
Zhu Zhuqing’s claw struck its body, producing a muffled thud, but it did not cause much damage.
The Windtail Cockerel Crest Snake seemed startled.
It twisted its head, abruptly opened its mouth, and sprayed a mouthful of seven-colored thick mist at Zhu Zhuqing.
At the same time, the bright red fleshy crest on its head lit up, and its momentarily slowed speed increased once again.
Xue Lei Han inwardly cried “not good.” Although the seven-colored thick mist was not poisonous, the glowing crest signaled the prelude to a strangling attack.
His figure flashed.
With a glance, he saw Dai Mubai activate his third soul skill.
His body shot forward like an unsheathed sword, instantly leaping between the Windtail Cockerel Crest Snake and Zhu Zhuqing.
His foot was like the blade, his body like the hilt.
His body spun fiercely, and with one kick he sent the snake flying downward.
“Nice feel,” Xue Lei Han commented indifferently.
Dai Mubai laughed heartily.
The direction the snake fell was exactly where he was charging forward.
In his heart, he gave Xue Lei Han a thumbs-up for the coordination.
Ning Rongrong quickly used her soul skill.
A strand of light flew out from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand, and Dai Mubai’s running figure immediately became much faster.
Xue Lei Han used the recoil to steadily land on a tree to the side.
Seeing Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai and the others join the battle, his expression relaxed slightly.
If nothing unexpected happened, Oscar would obtain a thousand-year soul skill.
If nothing unexpected happened.
His gaze remained fixed on the direction from which the Windtail Cockerel Crest Snake had fled.
What person, or what soul beast, could injure such an agile Windtail Cockerel Crest Snake?
With his back to the group, his hand stayed on the hilt of his sword, his eyes continuously scanning every shadowed spot in the forest.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji took out a short blade from his waist and handed it to Oscar.
“The night is long and dreams are many.
Do it.
Stab in from this spot beneath its crest.
That will pierce its brain.
This soul ring will be yours.” Oscar excitedly accepted the short blade.
At this moment, this thousand-year soul beast was nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered before him.
His third soul skill was about to be obtained.
He was so excited that his hands trembled slightly.
“Who!” Xue Lei Han’s sharp eyes looked toward the forest on one side.
His hand had already gripped the hilt of the Azure Rose Thorn Sword.
He sensed the pressure of a Soul Emperor.
Although the team had a seven-ring Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji, it was best to eliminate such hidden dangers as quickly as possible.
“Stop!” A hoarse, stern shout rang out right after Xue Lei Han’s words.
Immediately afterward, two figures leaped out from the direction the Windtail Cockerel Crest Snake had come from and appeared before the group.
The two were an old woman and a young girl, both female.
The old woman appeared to be in her sixties or seventies.
Her full head of white hair was combed extremely neatly.
Although she was advanced in age, her spirit was exceptionally vigorous.
Her face had many wrinkles, but it was as rosy as a baby’s.
Her eyes shone with a sharp light.
In her right hand she held a three-meter-long snake-head cane.
Six soul rings moved up and down around her body.
Her body had not changed, but the soul rings showed that she had already released her martial soul.
There was no need to ask; the cane in her hand should be her martial soul.
Beside the old woman stood a beautiful young girl with short hair that reached her ears.
She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.
She wore a neat and agile outfit that tightly wrapped around her well-developed figure.
A pair of large dark brown eyes was firmly fixed on the Windtail Cockerel Crest Snake in Zhao Wuji’s hand.
She also held a snake-head cane in her hand, though it was shorter than the old woman’s, only two meters long.
She only had two hundred-year soul rings.
The old woman looked at Xue Lei Han standing on the tree with some surprise.
She had not expected her stealthy movement to be seen through by this young man at a glance.
The young girl was also staring fixedly at Xue Lei Han, her face slightly blushing.
Snake Granny, huh.
Xue Lei Han looked at her martial soul and silently nodded in his heart.
Together with her husband, they were known as the Peerless Dragon Snake.
When Xue Lei Han had read about them in books, he had thought both were Title Douluo and had even praised them a little.
He had not expected that upon meeting her, Snake Granny was only a Soul Emperor.
He estimated that Dragon Duke’s cultivation was probably not much higher.
He saw Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, a pair of Title Douluo, every day.
He was already used to Title Douluo, let alone a Soul Emperor.
Xue Lei Han had clearly overestimated their strength.
He then leaped down from the tree trunk and walked to the back of the group, listening as Zhao Wuji began negotiating with Snake Granny.
To be honest, Xue Lei Han felt there was no need to negotiate at all.
When hunting soul rings, was there any logic or rules?
Of course it was first-come, first-served.
Xue Lei Han had once explained this rule to the members of his Huangdou Battle Team, only to be praised by them for a whole week for being despicable.
Wanting us to spit out food already in our mouths?
How ridiculous.
Sure enough, the negotiation seemed to be breaking down.
They heard Zhao Wuji say: “If Senior doesn’t believe me, how about this?
I’ll have these children release their martial souls so Senior can see.
Shrek members, release your martial souls and show your soul rings to this Senior Snake Granny.” Following Zhao Wuji’s order, everyone released their martial souls.
Xue Lei Han’s Azure Rose Thorn Sword was slightly unsheathed.
Immediately after, one purple and two black soul rings gradually appeared around the sword.
“How is that possible?
How can he have thousand-year and ten-thousand-year soul rings?” the young girl tugged at Snake Granny and shouted.
Snake Granny, however, was slightly stunned.
Seeing Xue Lei Han’s soul ring configuration, she couldn’t help but gasp.
“This is impossible!” Snake Granny stepped forward, her sharp eyes staring fixedly at Xue Lei Han.
Zhao Wuji moved slightly forward, shielding Xue Lei Han and the others behind him.
Xue Lei Han felt as if his entire body was being seen through.
He calmly met Snake Granny’s gaze and said, “There’s nothing impossible about it.” Xue Lei Han sheathed his sword, and the soul rings disappeared.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back.
That hair-raising feeling was one he had only experienced when surrounded by a wolf pack in the extreme north.
Xue Lei Han’s eyes instantly glanced behind him.
In the shadows of the bushes, several pairs of glowing eyes were quietly watching them.
Although he didn’t know if these wolves were related to Snake Granny, if they were, wouldn’t they be wiped out here?
Xue Lei Han gritted his teeth.
His long sword unsheathed with a flash, and he darted into the bushes on the side.
Because Zhao Wuji and the others were negotiating with Snake Granny, no one noticed Xue Lei Han leaving.
“One, two, three… A total of fifteen Nether Wolves.
Seven ten-year and eight hundred-year.” Xue Lei Han leaped up from a tree and charged toward the wolf pack.
If they had nothing to do with Snake Granny, then they had unknowingly entered their territory.
While in the air, he had already dodged the bloody maws of two ten-year Nether Wolves.
Xue Lei Han gave a soft snort.
The Azure Rose Thorn Sword carrying bone-chilling cold nailed the two wolves to a tree with one strike.
The one that looked like the pack leader, a hundred-year Nether Wolf, opened its sharp mouth.
Xue Lei Han’s heart tightened.
If it howled, it would be bad, the entire wolf pack would come and fight them to the death.
The long sword left his hand.
Without even looking at the thrown Azure Rose Thorn Sword, his palms immediately slapped onto another wolf’s forehead, instantly causing blood to gush out as the wolf fell to the ground.
This palm technique was the royal body-strengthening fist taught to him by his second brother Xue Beng when he was young.
Xue Lei Han had slightly modified it and named it the Xue Beng Palm.
The flying sword accurately harvested the life of that hundred-year Nether Wolf.
Seeing their pack leader dead, the wolves’ eyes flashed with hatred and they pounced toward Xue Lei Han one after another.
Xue Lei Han suddenly felt pain in his left leg and right shoulder at the same time.
Without looking, he backhanded one wolf away.
His right palm turned into a fist and hammered another wolf still in the air heavily to the ground.
He ran a few steps, pulled the sword from the hundred-year-old Nether Wolf’s corpse, and instantly turned back with a slash, cutting the three wolves following behind into six pieces.
Xue Lei Han breathed slightly.
He looked at the remaining wolves.
His figure moved instantly.
He slapped the hundred-year Nether Wolf that was about to howl to death.
The Azure Rose Thorn Sword in his right hand accurately stabbed into another hundred-year-old Nether Wolf’s throat.
He stomped down fiercely with soul power on a ten-year Nether Wolf’s head.
Finally, with one sword strike he killed the last ten-year Nether Wolf that was trying to escape.
Fortunately, he had not encountered a well-trained hundred-year Nether Wolf pack.
Otherwise, even Xue Lei Han would have perished in that deadly group attack.
After briefly treating his wounds, he flicked the Azure Rose Thorn Sword, leaving a splash of ink-like bloodstains on the ground.
He sheathed the sword and looked at the white ten-year and yellow hundred-year soul rings covering the ground, shaking his head helplessly.
Then he began burying the wolves’ corpses.
After burying the corpses, Xue Lei Han patted his hands and quickly returned along the way he had come.
“Where did you go just now?” Zhao Wuji asked when he saw Xue Lei Han slowly walking out from the forest on the side.
For a student like Xue Lei Han, Zhao Wuji would rather believe he had been kidnapped than believe he had gone off to play in the Star Dou Great Forest.
“You’re injured?” Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his voice and said fiercely, “I didn’t expect someone like Dragon Duke to even kidnap juniors.
It looks like I should kidnap their granddaughter too.” “Teacher Zhao, I wasn’t kidnapped.” Xue Lei Han looked at Zhao Wuji somewhat speechlessly, inwardly admiring his imagination.
“After killing that Windtail Cockerel Crest Snake earlier, I sensed movement behind us.
Sure enough, it was wolves.” “And then?” “I took care of them.” Xue Lei Han acted as if nothing had happened.
Zhao Wuji sucked in a breath through his teeth and asked, “How many?” “Fifteen.” “Snow kid, you’re really a freak.” Zhao Wuji watched Xue Lei Han slowly walk back to the group and then sit down cross-legged.
For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Wuji thought gloomily to himself: What a monster.