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Dai Mubai suddenly leapt forward, diving straight into the wide-open mouth of the Phoenix-Tail Cockscomb Snake.

"Pfft..."

Bald White was swallowed whole by the snake right on the spot.

Everyone froze.

"What... just happened? Why did Boss Dai dive headfirst into the snake's mouth? Is he insane?"

Ma Hongjun stood there dumbfounded, mouth wide open.

"Yeah... I'm baffled too!"

Oscar, about to hand out sausages, thought Dai was going to punch the snake, but instead, he dove right in. It stunned him completely.

He was petrified on the spot.

"This Dai Mubai really is... unhinged!"

Even Zhao Wuji couldn't bear to look.

"Tiger dives into snake's mouth?" Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.

"Shrrrip..."

Zhang Fan suddenly activated his thoughts, and with a flash of purple light, a sword wrapped in crackling purple lightning appeared in his hand. The lightning flickered dazzlingly.

It was so cool, illuminating the surroundings.

"Wah… Brother Fan… how did your sword martial spirit get so cool all of a sudden?"

Xiao Wu was shocked.

"Wah… don't tell me Brother Fan's martial spirit mutated?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

"Now this is interesting..."

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly. This guy's sword martial spirit was already powerful before. It didn't feel like some rusty tetanus blade at all.

Looks like this is its true form?

It really was flashy, badass, and totally over-the-top.

"Clang—"Zhang Fan, wielding the Purple Thunder Sword, swung it fiercely forward.

"Pfft—"

A long gash tore open along the snake's belly.

"Splooosh…"Blood gushed out nonstop.

"Bang—"

The Phoenix-Tail Cockscomb Snake fell from the air.

"Pfft—"

Dai Mubai slid out of the snake's belly along with a flood of blood.

Covered in goo, he looked utterly disgusting.

"Boss Zhang is awesome!"

Ma Hongjun didn't expect Zhang Fan's trash martial spirit to suddenly become so flashy and powerful.

And he hadn't even used a soul ring or soul skill—yet one slash was enough to rip open the snake's belly effortlessly.

"Interesting!"

Zhao Wuji walked over and flashed to Zhang Fan's side, staring at his martial spirit.

"What's up with your martial spirit? Still calling it Sky-Rotten Sword?"

"It mutated. Now it's called Skyfall Sword." Zhang Fan replied calmly.

"Damn impressive!"

Zhao Wuji almost turned into stone from shock.

This guy's martial spirit used to be total junk, and now it had mutated into something this powerful?

"How did you pull it off?"

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu all rushed over to crowd around and admire Zhang Fan's ultra-cool sword.

They completely forgot about Dai Mubai's life-or-death status.

"It just suddenly mutated," Zhang Fan said flatly.

"Alright then."

Zhao Wuji was clearly impressed. He then turned to Oscar:

"Drag Dai Mubai over, feed him two sausages, and finish off that soul beast."

"Got it!"

Oscar walked over, pulled out two sausages, and fed them to the suicidal Dai Mubai.

Fortunately, he wasn't dead—

Just soaked in the Phoenix-Tail Cockscomb Snake's stomach acid and blood, looking utterly revolting.

"Boss Dai seriously lost his mind, jumping straight into a snake's mouth like that!"

Ma Hongjun couldn't make sense of it no matter how hard he tried.

"..."

Tang San stood aside, face dark as ever. Once again, Zhang Fan had stolen the spotlight.

That damn guy's martial spirit had mutated into a powerful and flashy sword—it made him insanely jealous.

He thought about his own two martial spirits: One was a Blue Silver Chicken—plant chicken—utterly ridiculous.

The other was a Clear Sky Dog, with a black dog head and a strange ring pattern. Dark and creepy.

Both were poultry-type—he was left speechless and disgusted.

They couldn't compare to Zhang Fan at all!

"Boss Dai is seriously cursed with bad luck..."

Oscar fed Dai Mubai and prepared to deliver the finishing blow to the Phoenix-Tail Cockscomb Snake with a dagger.

"Stop."

A hoarse, old woman's voice came from not far away.

"Whoosh—"

In the next moment, two figures flashed and appeared before them.

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One old, one young—both women.

The elderly woman looked about 60 or 70, with neatly combed white hair and a face full of wrinkles, yet her spirit was strong.

She held a serpent-headed cane in her right hand, and six soul rings swirled beneath her feet.

That serpent cane was her martial spirit.

Next to her stood a pretty girl, about sixteen or seventeen, with short ear-length hair.

She wore a grey short skirt, revealing a curvy figure and long, fair legs. She also held a serpent-headed cane, with two century-old soul rings circling below her feet.

Their arrival made Zhao Wuji and the others frown.

Zhang Fan remained calm—he already knew their background and purpose.

Zhao Wuji didn't back down either. His soul rings rose beneath him—seven glowing soul rings.

"Soul Saint!"

The old woman's heart sank. She hadn't expected their side to have a Soul Saint.

"What do you want?"

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and calmly faced the old woman.

"Cough cough..."

The old woman's earlier arrogance vanished, replaced by respectful eyes.

"Respected Soul Saint, could you let us have that Phoenix-Tail Cockscomb Snake? We found it first, but it ran over here unexpectedly."

"Just because you saw it first means it's yours?"

Oscar nearly laughed out loud.

"Don't believe me, little one? That snake has two wounds on its belly and some on its wings—see for yourself. My granddaughter just reached Level 30 and urgently needs this soul ring. Her martial spirit is the Serpent Staff, a perfect match with the Phoenix-Tail Cockscomb Snake."

The old woman smiled.

"Let me see."

Zhao Wuji walked to the snake and examined its belly. Sure enough, there were wounds—also on the wings.

But letting go? Not happening.

"I am Chao Tianxiang, also known as Snake Granny. My husband is Meng Shu, the Dragon Duke. Those children by your side clearly can't absorb a thousand-year soul ring!"

She looked over Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ma Hongjun and made her judgment.

"So it's the famed Dragon-Snake duo. I am Zhao Wuji." Zhao Wuji replied warmly.

"Ah, the Immovable King! Truly, seeing is believing!"

Chao Tianxiang's expression shifted.

"I brought these academy students to broaden their horizons. This snake is ours—we have a food-type Grand Soul Master, Oscar, who just hit Level 30!"

As Zhao Wuji said this, he patted Oscar.

"A rare food-type? Remarkable talent. These students of yours look about fifteen, some even just twelve or thirteen, and already hitting Level 30?"

Chao Tianxiang was shocked.

"Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing—show your soul rings! Let the senior see your levels!" Zhao Wuji smiled.

"Buzz—"Xiao Wu's three soul rings flared.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's two soul rings lit up.

"Even a Level 31 Soul Elder? No wonder they're disciples of the Immovable King."

Chao Tianxiang sighed.

"In that case, we can only settle the Phoenix-Tail Cockscomb Snake's ownership with a duel. You pick a student to fight my granddaughter. Winner takes the snake. How about it?"

"Alright then—Zhang Fan..."