Yin Zhang smiled and said, "With Xiao Jin's current strength, it should be able to defeat Dugu Bo."
As Yin Zhang's Martial Soul, the Golden Sacred Dragon shared his infinite soul power and was no longer restricted by soul power limitations.
Although the Golden Sacred Dragon possessed only two soul skills—and both were hundred-thousand-year soul skills with extremely high consumption—it didn't matter in the slightest. With inexhaustible soul power as support, even soul skills that normally drained enormous amounts of energy could be used endlessly.
In other words, it only had two soul skills—but that alone was more than enough.
It was in no way inferior to other Soul Douluos. In fact, its strength was comparable to that of a true hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
As a true dragon-level dragon Martial Soul, once the Golden Sacred Dragon activated True Dragon Transformation, it was essentially indistinguishable from a real soul beast in practical combat. If it were to face Poison Douluo head-on, it could completely withstand Dugu Bo's poison. At most, the poison would cause superficial damage—while Dugu Bo himself would likely be torn apart long before that.
This absorption of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring was an unprecedented, massive boost for the Golden Sacred Dragon.
Hearing this, Hu Liena cried out in surprise.
"Poison Douluo? You mean Dugu Bo? Didn't Brother Zhang say he's already cultivated to Rank Ninety-Two?" she asked.
Yin Zhang laughed.
"That's right. Elder Poison is powerful, but compared to the Golden Sacred Dragon, he's still lacking. My soul power is infinite, and Xiao Jin shares it completely. Even with only two soul skills, it can use them without restraint…"
He explained his thoughts on the Golden Sacred Dragon's combat capabilities to Hu Liena in detail.
After hearing this, Hu Liena immediately became excited.
She clenched her small fist and said enthusiastically, "I never imagined that just one soul ring could cause such a huge change in Xiao Jin! From a mascot to a being with the combat power of a Title Douluo—strong enough to defeat one at that! If I get bullied in the future, I won't even need to look for you, Brother Zhang. I'll just let Xiao Jin handle it!"
Yin Zhang smiled helplessly.
Why did it feel like she was more interested in the Golden Sacred Dragon than in him?
After all, the Golden Sacred Dragon was his Martial Soul and couldn't stray too far from him. If Hu Liena really needed help, Xiao Jin could assist her—but if he stood by and did nothing, his conscience wouldn't allow it.
"Alright, alright," Yin Zhang said with a sigh. "If you run into trouble in the future, you can look for Xiao Jin. Just remember—it's still my Martial Soul and can't go too far away from me. You'll need to keep that in mind."
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu, huddled in a corner under Hu Liena's watchful gaze, had witnessed the entire transformation of the Golden Sacred Dragon.
She was completely shaken.
This… this was almost indistinguishable from a real dragon.
Xiao Wu began to waver. Judging from everything she'd seen, Yin Zhang truly was terrifyingly powerful. He had told her before that if she made a sacrifice, she could live forever.
Was that… really true?
Doubt crept into her heart.
But at the same time, Yin Zhang had also clearly stated that Hu Liena's teacher—the Pope of Spirit Hall—was the one who had killed her mother.
Conflicting emotions tore at her.
It had to be said—this was exactly how this rabbit was.
At that moment, Yin Zhang reached into Chi Yan's body and extracted a soul bone.
"It's a spine!" His eyes lit up. "Excellent—what incredible luck!"
Among all soul bones, spinal bones, skull bones, and external soul bones were the most precious.
A skull bone greatly enhanced spiritual power. Yin Zhang himself planned to find a suitable skull soul bone in the future to further elevate his mental strength.
As for spinal bones, they provided enormous benefits in strengthening the body itself.
Holding the hundred-thousand-year spinal soul bone in his hand, Yin Zhang played with it appreciatively.
Suddenly, heat surged from his right palm.
Firewing Dragon Palm Bone (68,000 years): Storage, Illusion, Dragon's Might.
Yin Zhang hadn't had many opportunities to use the Firewing Dragon Palm Bone, but it had always been extremely important to him.
Its age was still fixed at sixty-eight thousand years.
Yet now, it was glowing faintly.
Guided by instinct, Yin Zhang turned his gaze toward the massive, blazing corpse of the Crimson Roaring Tiger King.
Although the soul ring had drained most of its soul power, the corpse still contained incredibly dense fire-attribute energy.
Realization dawned on him.
Just like Tang San's Eight Spider Lances in the original story, his external soul bone was attempting to absorb external energy—using the rich fire-attribute power to evolve and increase its own age.
"So that's how it works?" Yin Zhang laughed aloud.
It seemed he could evolve the Firewing Dragon Palm Bone by absorbing energy from other soul beasts.
The thought excited him—before another sigh escaped his lips.
When Chi Yan's eldest son, Chi Hu, had been killed earlier, the Firewing Dragon Palm Bone hadn't reacted at all to the intense fire-attribute energy from his body.
Did it really require a hundred-thousand-year fire-type soul beast?
"What kind of sins have I committed to end up with such a picky eater?" Yin Zhang muttered helplessly.
Tang San's Eight Spider Lances could devour spiders of far lower age—yet his palm bone ignored even eighty-thousand-year soul beasts?
Only hundred-thousand-year ones caught its interest?
Still, the path to increasing its age was right in front of him.
Yin Zhang no longer hesitated.
He summoned the Firewing Dragon Palm Bone and thrust his entire right palm deep into the Crimson Roaring Tiger King's corpse.
As the suction force intensified, the massive, mountain-like body rapidly shriveled and withered. The once-vivid patterns on its skin dimmed and faded.
Yin Zhang glanced at his personal attribute panel, watching as the age of the Firewing Dragon Palm Bone climbed rapidly.
[Firewing Dragon Palm Bone: 70,000 years… 73,000 years… 75,000 years…]
Several minutes later, the Crimson Roaring Tiger King's corpse had completely dried up, reduced to a withered husk.
Yin Zhang smiled.
The Firewing Dragon Palm Bone finally stopped at 83,000 years.
From sixty-eight thousand to eighty-three thousand—an increase of a full fifteen thousand years.
That was already remarkable.
If another Crimson Roaring Tiger King appeared, and the absorption was fast enough, the Firewing Dragon Palm Bone could likely be upgraded directly to the hundred-thousand-year level.
Even if not—it would be extremely close.
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