"Don't be hasty, Elder Qian Daoliu. I know these are crucial to your Spirit Hall's inheritance. At worst, I promise—if a new Angel God candidate appears, we'll return it during the ninth test. How about that?" Tianlin's words confirmed Qian Daoliu's suspicions.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wanted to control the Worship Hall's godly inheritance.
"Jun Tianlin, Ning Fengzhi, it's impossible. But I can offer something else—a 100,000-year soul bone. I guarantee to procure one for your clan in exchange…" Qian Daoliu tried to bargain.
But Tianlin's face turned cold:
"Since you show no sincerity, the exchange is canceled. One 100,000-year soul bone is nothing compared to Golden Crocodile Douluo's life. He possesses a 100,000-year bone and all six soul bones. I'll just kill him—it's more profitable than what you offer."
With that, Tianlin undid the dark gold seal, and summoned his Demon Sword:
"Let's see you die once, Golden Crocodile!" and stabbed through Golden Crocodile Douluo's heart.
"Grandpa Golden Crocodile!" Qian Renxue screamed, never expecting Tianlin to be so ruthless. For the first time, she looked at Tianlin with hatred. "Why? We could have negotiated. Why be so cruel?"
"Cruel? Qian Renxue, didn't you forget something? Golden Crocodile came to wipe out my entire sect. I'm sure you took part in the Soul Hunt plan. Didn't you think about cruelty when you gave the order?" Tianlin sneered, then flicked Golden Crocodile's corpse aside. "Gu Ran, watch this old man's corpse. Strip all his soul bones for yourself later."
Qian Renxue was speechless. Yes, she had wanted to wipe out his entire clan. Now he had spared Jiang Mo and Qian Daoliu. She had no right to complain.
Gu Ran was about to act, but someone was even faster—Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan. He checked Golden Crocodile's body—heart stopped. When no one was looking, he emitted a black light from his palm, confirming Golden Crocodile was dead. Greed flashed on his face.
"Second brother, what are you doing?" Yu Yuanzhen asked sternly.
"Big brother, you also helped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. These soul bones should be partly ours—Golden Crocodile has six high-level soul bones. We only want two. Isn't that right, Sect Master Ning?" Yu Luomian smiled at Ning Fengzhi.
"Makes sense!" Ning Fengzhi nodded. "I'll remove Golden Crocodile's two arm bones for you later."
Yu Luomian was overjoyed, but Yu Yuanzhen was furious:
"Nonsense! Second brother, the clan owes the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect everything. Without their help in defeating three Worship Hall members, we'd be finished. I don't want a single bone."
"Big brother!" Yu Luomian was angry.
But Yu Yuanzhen cut him off:
"My mind is made up. Sect Master Ning, I apologize for my brother. Please take the soul bones as you wish."
"Yes, Second Grandpa, we already owe them too much. How could we take their soul bones?" Yu Tianheng agreed—he was clear about gratitude and grudges.
"In that case, I'll gladly accept." Ning Fengzhi ordered, "Gu Ran, take Golden Crocodile's body inside."
"Yes, Sect Master." Gu Ran complied, carrying Golden Crocodile away.
Qian Renxue and She Long looked grim. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect were dividing up Golden Crocodile's soul bones—they couldn't even get the corpse.
To remove soul bones, you had to destroy the body part. Golden Crocodile was doomed to die without a whole corpse.
Only Qian Daoliu felt something was off, but he kept a poker face and said angrily to Tianlin:
"Good, young man, you're ruthless—worthy of Deathgod. We're leaving. I'll keep my word, but I will avenge Golden Crocodile. Jun Tianlin, be careful—don't let someone kill you one day."
With that, he left with Qian Renxue, She Long, and Jiang Mo. Though seriously wounded, he was not someone others could stop, and Jiang Mo was already waking up. With a Super Douluo, plus She Long and Qian Renxue's Title Douluo-level strength, they were in no danger.
"Heh, what an old fox!" Ning Fengzhi and Tianlin thought. Qian Daoliu's last words meant he'd guessed their plan. To be a High Priest, he had to be more than just a brute.
"Sect Master Ning, we'll be leaving too. Our clan needs rebuilding." Yu Yuanzhen had wanted to stay longer, but after Yu Luomian's stunt, he had to go. Who knew what trouble his brother might cause?
His brother's talent was mediocre, not even a Soul Douluo at seventy-nine—almost surpassed by his daughter, Liu Erlong. Yet he was always greedy and lustful, only holding an elder's position thanks to his brother.
Yu Luomian still looked disgruntled. He couldn't understand why Yu Yuanzhen refused such an opportunity—two high-year soul bones! With one, he might break through rank eighty.
He'd long lost all brotherly feelings, now only jealousy and resentment.
"Well, I won't see you off. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect always welcomes you." Ning Fengzhi smiled.
"Xiao Tian, we're leaving too. Take care and don't fight anyone until you recover!" Dugu Yan brought Yu Tianheng to Tianlin, warning him not to fight again. She treated Tianlin like a brother—his dangerous battle had terrified her.
"Don't worry, Sister Yan. I promise not to fight until I'm healed." Tianlin promised, pulling Ning Rongrong over. "Let your sister-in-law watch me. If I fight again, she can tattle on me."
"Mm, Sister Yan, don't worry. I'll watch Sword Brother closely. If he fights again, I'll ignore him for three days!" Ning Rongrong vowed.
Dugu Yan smiled wryly.
"That's it? Xiao Tian, your Rongrong listens to you no matter what. What's the point?"
She pulled Ning Rongrong aside and lectured her on being a wife, sometimes needing to be firm with her husband. Someone watching was better than no one.
Meanwhile, Tianlin quietly slipped Yu Tianheng a note, looking serious. Years of brotherhood let Yu Tianheng know something important was up.
He nodded slightly, clenching his fist to hide the note.
After seeing off the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Tianlin and Ning Fengzhi returned to the main hall.
Golden Crocodile should be waking up soon.