Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

"Congratulations, you are now a true Soul Master," Lin Yang said with a smile.

"Haha," Zhao Bufan said with a smile, patting Lin Yang's shoulder forcefully in a friendly tone.

"Thanks to you for stopping the Fierce Wolf."

"Don't worry, Lin Yang, we're brothers. I'll definitely help you find the most suitable soul ring."

Faced with this familiar address that was so different from before, Lin Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

At this moment, Zhao Zhuo, who had been waiting impatiently, propped himself up and stood up. The burns on his arm were still gruesome.

He looked at Zhao Bufan, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone.

"Nephew, now that you've obtained the spirit ring, shouldn't you give me the Soul Hunter's Token you promised?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bufan, without saying a word, took out the Soul Hunting Token from his pocket and tossed it to Zhao Zhuo, even putting on a show of consideration.

"Uncle, you're badly injured. Go out and get some treatment. You don't need to worry about the rest."

A strange light flashed deep in Lin Yang's eyes, and he glanced at Zhao Bufan out of the corner of his eye.

After absorbing the spirit ring, his roommate's attitude completely reversed, becoming a completely different person from before.

Not only did he readily hand over the Soul Hunter's Token, but he also seemed eager for Zhao Zhuo to leave as soon as possible.

Did he become a Soul Master simply because he absorbed a Soul Ring?

It's still because....

Lin Yang's gaze seemed to unconsciously drift towards the corpse of the Fiery Wolf beside him.

With a slight thought, the transparent world unfolds.

His perspective suddenly changed.

The corpse of the Fiery Wolf began to become transparent, revealing its fur, muscles, blood, and bones in turn.

At the location of the corpse's foreleg, a bone about the size of a palm was emitting a faint fluctuation.

In a transparent world, this slight fluctuation is like a candle flame in the darkness, extremely dazzling and bright.

"I see," Lin Yang thought, understanding dawning on him.

"As expected, the soul bone exploded..."

He was even a little surprised, wondering if Zhao Bufan was the real protagonist.

The first time I hunted a soul beast, I obtained a rare soul bone.

Although it is only a hundred-year-old soul bone, a soul bone is still a soul bone, and its value is immeasurable.

It's no wonder Zhao Bufan wanted Zhao Zhuo to leave as soon as possible.

Wealth can move people's hearts, let alone a treasure as precious as a soul bone.

Taking the Soul Hunter's Token, Zhao Zhuo weighed it in his hand and snorted coldly, "That's more like it."

After receiving the warrant, Zhao Zhuo did not leave immediately as Zhao Bufan had expected. Instead, he walked towards the corpse of the Fiery Wolf.

Zhao Bufan's pupils contracted slightly, and without hesitation, he took a step to the side, blocking the corpse.

His voice also carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Lin Yang sighed inwardly; he was still too young.

Aren't you just blatantly telling everyone that there's something fishy about this corpse?

Moreover, Zhao Zhuo is a seasoned veteran who has been working in the world of Soul Masters for many years.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhuo narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion in them.

"Nephew, I risked my life and did a lot of work for this Fiery Wolf, so I should be able to exchange it for some money, right?"

"this....."

A flicker of panic crossed Zhao Bufan's eyes, but he still feigned composure and said,

"Uncle, this is the first soul beast I've ever hunted, and I want to keep it as a memento."

"Is that so?"

A faint, ambiguous smile appeared on Zhao Zhuo's lips, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm definitely taking this corpse today... Get out of the way!"

Zhao Zhuo shouted sternly.

Zhao Bufan's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth, and stood firmly in front of the Fiery Wolf, refusing to budge an inch.

"Uncle, don't force me."

"Ha ha."

Seeing his nephew's reaction, Zhao Zhuo, now convinced of his own thoughts, was extremely excited.

Her face flushed, and her excited voice began to tremble.

"Is there... a soul bone inside this corpse?"

Although the words "soul bone" were spoken lightly, they struck Zhao Bufan like a thunderclap.

He never expected that Zhao Zhuo would so easily expose the existence of his soul bone, which he had tried so hard to hide.

A pang of regret welled up in my heart, but it was quickly overwhelmed by an even stronger sense of crisis.

Since the soul bone has been exposed, it absolutely cannot be handed over.

He knew very well that even if he handed the soul bone to Zhao Zhuo, Zhao Zhuo would not allow anyone else to leave alive in order to keep this secret.

Soul bones are priceless treasures. Once the news leaks out, he, a second-ring soul master, certainly won't be able to protect them.

Only by silencing them can we eliminate future troubles.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Zhao Zhuo stopped wasting words, let out a roar, and gray light enveloped his entire body once again.

His first and second spirit rings lit up simultaneously, and he actually used all his strength to attack Zhao Bufan.

In his view, only Zhao Bufan, a one-ring Soul Master, posed a real threat.

"Lin Yang, join forces with me to kill him."

At this moment, Zhao Bufan also roared as he completed the Martial Soul Possession. His eyes were bloodshot, and he said urgently,

"As long as Zhao Zhuo is killed, we will split his soul bone equally."

"A fool is a fool."

Zhao Zhuo chuckled, his attacks continuing unabated.

"A newly promoted one-ring Soul Master and another without a Soul Ring, do you two dare to stop me?"

"Just leave your life and soul behind!"

At this moment, just because of a century-old soul bone, the uncle and nephew, who are related by blood, turned against each other and revealed their murderous intent.

Greed is a deadly thing!

In the face of a spirit bone, what difference is there between a human and a demon?

As an observer, Lin Yang saw things most clearly at this moment.

Regardless of which of the two of them survives to the end, he will be the most obstructive "witness".

Even though he wasn't very interested in this century-old soul bone.

"Fine, I'll take this gamble!"

Lin Yang murmured to himself, and with a "whoosh," Fei Jian appeared in his hand.

On the other side, Zhao Bufan had just absorbed a soul ring, and his soul power was only level eleven.

With such shallow combat experience, how could he possibly be a match for the seasoned Zhao Zhuo?

The moment the two clashed, a tremendous force struck, causing Zhao Bufan's arms to go numb and sending him flying backward in a disheveled state.

puff!

Zhao Bufan felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he dared not hesitate for a moment, and the century-old yellow spirit ring beside him instantly shone brightly.

"First Soul Skill, Blazing Impact!"

A fireball, slightly smaller than the one spewed by the Fierce Wolf, hurtled towards Zhao Zhuo like a cannonball.

"A trivial skill."

Zhao Zhuo scoffed and suddenly increased his speed by three points, dodging the fireball with a lazy roll.

The spot where he was standing was instantly blasted into a charred crater.

Immediately afterwards, he gathered strength in his leg muscles, and two deep craters suddenly blasted into the ground.

His figure sprang up like a ghost, arriving in front of Zhao Bufan in the blink of an eye.

He raised his right hand, his sharp nails now transformed into a death scythe, lashing out with lightning speed towards his neck with a gust of bloody wind.

If he had grabbed Zhao Bufan firmly, his neck would probably have been broken in two on the spot.

"It's over——!"

A hint of despair flashed in Zhao Bufan's eyes.

They could only watch helplessly as the shadow of death grew larger.

"Haha," Zhao Zhuo grinned maliciously, his ferocious face resembling a terrifying demon.

Just as the sharp claws were about to touch Zhao Bufan's neck...

A streak of red flame, with a graceful arc.

Like a startled swan, like lightning, it cut in from the side without warning.

Zhao Zhuo's face suddenly stiffened, and then he felt his vision begin to spin.

At the edge of his rotating field of vision, he suddenly glimpsed his headless body falling forward due to inertia.

"What...what is that?"

As his last thought faded, his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.

boom!

His head hit the ground and rolled a few times in the dust.

His wide eyes seemed to still hold a hint of astonishment!

Under Zhao Bufan's extremely shocked gaze, Lin Yang slowly sheathed his sword, and a faint trace of flame seemed to remain in the air.

"Sun Breathing - First Form - Waltz!"