As soon as Du Gubo finished speaking, Chrysanthemum Pass immediately began to vent his grievances.
The injuries on his body were all caused by the mad wolves behind him.
At the beginning, he had not sustained a single injury.
He didn't even know how it happened later on.
"So what if they went mad, weren't you boasting that you're a Hyper Douluo? A grand Hyper Douluo can't deal with these things?"
Du Gubo still wore a mocking expression.
Of course, seeing Chrysanthemum Pass unharmed, he also breathed a sigh of relief inside.
"You! If you're so capable, then you come and try!!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was directly angered by the comment.
This guy simply didn't know what the situation was like here!
"Chrysanthemum Uncle, don't mind that Old Poison. He's just deliberately spouting nonsense," Ye Feng said to Chrysanthemum Douluo when he saw the two of them starting to bicker again.
He knew that Old Poison was still very concerned about Chrysanthemum Uncle.
After all, the Old Poison had directly followed him earlier.
His expression was full of worry.
Now that he had arrived here, it was probably just to sate his addiction to verbal sparring.
Sometimes, Ye Feng indeed found it hard to understand this kind of relationship.
"I can't be bothered with him, but Little Fengfeng, why did you come over? Did the hundred-thousand-year soul beast not attack you, or did it give up halfway?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked Ye Feng curiously.
Honestly, he had no idea how Ye Feng managed to pull it off.
They actually escaped from the grips of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
And they successfully found him here.
Even as a Level 95 Super Douluo, Du Gubo did not have the confidence to do that in the face of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
Okay, even if Ye Feng, that fellow, was extremely fast and managed to escape the pursuit of the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, how did Old Poison achieve that?
The latter's speed was not remarkable at all.
In the world of Titled Douluos, he was only known for his poison.
When it came to speed, he was seriously inferior.
Just now, even he was not able to escape from the eight-ten-thousand-year soul beasts in their frenzied state, let alone from a hundred-thousand-year soul beast that went berserk—I doubt he would be able to run away!
"A hundred-thousand-year soul beast? Of course, it was killed, so it didn't come after us," Ye Feng responded.
At the same time, he wore a very confident smile on his face.
Because he indeed had killed the hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
"What? Killed? Little Fengfeng, you can't be joking about this!"
Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo showed disbelief.
How could the two of them possibly kill a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?
It was utterly preposterous.
Honestly, even with him included, it would have been very difficult to kill that beast in such a short amount of time.
"Since you say the soul beast isn't dead, Chrysanthemum Uncle, then why do you think the hundred-thousand-year soul beast didn't come after us?"
Ye Feng looked at him.
It couldn't be that the soul beast became generous and let them go, could it?
That's virtually impossible.
"This..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's confused expression intensified.
He truly didn't know what was going on.
It was all too abnormal.
If Ye Feng and the others hadn't killed so many Wolf Soldiers and Wolf Generals before, then it might be possible that the beast chased them too far and decided to give up.
But just now they had slain so many of the beast's subordinates.
Normally, the beast would absolutely not let Ye Feng and his group off the hook.
"So you see, only by killing the beast could it not chase after us, and we could also find you so quickly and safely, right?"
Ye Feng spread his hands.
He knew Chrysanthemum Douluo might have a hard time believing this; after all, it sounded too exaggerated, but that was the truth.
An undeniable fact!
"Old Poison, what on earth happened? Could it be that the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, Golden Patterned White Wolf Emperor, is truly dead?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo turned to Du Gubo.
Honestly, even though Ye Feng looked very serious, and what he said seemed logical, he still couldn't believe it was true.
Because it was too improbable.
Just the two of them, how could they have done it?
And in such a short time!
"Indeed it was killed, but with the help of external forces. At that time, this Flayer lured it underneath volcanic magma and then pushed it into the magma, burning it alive," Du Gubo explained.
Du Gubo replied.
There was no need to beat around the bush regarding this matter.
What had happened, had happened.
"Ah? Burnt to death??"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was dumbfounded!
They had actually killed the target.
But these two were truly mad, especially Little Fengfeng, who craftily pushed the other party into the magma.
"Shocked, aren't you? Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it either! It's like listening to one of those tall tales from the storytellers at Tianxia Bridge."
This was no joke from Du Gubo.
It was the truth!
If he hadn't witnessed it himself, he wouldn't have believed it, no matter how convincingly someone else described it.
Because it simply defied all logic.
"Ah, it's a pity about the Soul Ring though."
Ye Feng might have been somewhat incredulous, thinking that the other person could be joking with him, but now that Old Poison had repeated the story, he knew it must be true.
It was just a pity about the Soul Ring.
After all, pushing a soul beast into the magma meant that its Soul Ring would naturally be left hovering above the lava surface.
What normal Soul Master could absorb a Soul Ring from above the surface of magma?
Even he couldn't do it.
"Pity the Soul Ring? Do you think Flayer would let the Soul Ring go?"
Upon hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo utter those words, Du Gubo gave a clearly annoyed response.
That Flayer, Ye Feng, could strip anything bare, especially things he had his sights set on.
Like this Soul Ring, for instance.
That magma plan must have been in the works even before they entered the cave.
The only miscalculation was probably the soul bone.
Flayer truly didn't expect that, and it was burned to ash by the magma.
"Ah? So you brought the Soul Ring back with you?"
Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo was utterly shocked and immediately began looking around, yet found nothing.
His confusion grew by the moment.
If they had said they wouldn't let the Soul Ring slip away, then where was it now?
Could it have dissipated??
That didn't make sense.
If Ye Feng had obtained the Soul Ring, he should have absorbed it right then and there.
Even if he kept it with him, it wouldn't be for more than an hour, because after one hour the Soul Ring would dissipate on its own.
"Of course it was absorbed."
Du Gubo replied.
"Old Poison, can't you be serious for once? It's only been about four hours since you left, and you're telling me it was absorbed? Do you think it's a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo vented his annoyance while battling the frenzied wolves.
Did they really take him for a three-year-old child?
Absorbing a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring takes a considerable amount of time.
At least a few days! In mere hours, not even a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring could be absorbed, let alone a hundred-thousand-year one.
Especially for someone advancing from Soul Emperor to Soul Sage.
Of course, he knew Ye Feng was an abnormality.
But it certainly couldn't be this quick.
"You don't believe it? Frankly, I don't either, but what can I do when such freaks of nature appear in this world!"
Du Gubo was helpless!
Honestly, he didn't want to complain at all!
But sometimes, certain individuals love to deal him a blow, always making him question life.
"No way, Little Fengfeng, you didn't really absorb a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, did you?"
Looking at Du Gubo's expression, for some reason, Chrysanthemum Uncle felt his heart waver slightly for the first time.
But it had only been about four hours. To slay a hundred-thousand-year soul beast and then absorb its Soul Ring—wasn't that speed a bit too astonishing?
"Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe!"
Ye Feng's wrist twitched slightly.
The next second, streaks of Soul Light appeared on his body.
First purple, then black, and finally, a bright red Soul Ring.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes went round.
It was actually a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring!!
"Awooo—" At that moment, something eerie happened, and the pack of wolves began to howl furiously!!