Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 1333 - 545: Severing the Enemy’s Soul! Taking a Big Gamble!

"Su Ping! What are you doing?"

SLASH!

At that moment, Su Ping realized something: did the collision and shattering of souls actually produce a sound?

The Sword of Death embedded itself directly into Charles’s skull, cleaving a massive fissure into his soul mark. However, let alone the fact that this was merely a mark, even a true soul would be exceedingly difficult to completely obliterate with just a single attack like this.

Therefore, without a second thought, Su Ping raised the pitch-black Sword of Death and hacked down viciously once again!

"Su Ping! Stop! We are one! We are the reincarnation of the Netherworld God! How can you attack me? How dare you attack me? You will be completely devoured by the Netherworld God’s power and die! I am just a mark; even if you destroy me, it won’t change a thing!"

Charles maintained his composure, completely ignoring the fact that his soul’s skull had already been split in half.

Equally indifferent, Su Ping continued to hack away. At the same time, he said coolly, "Rest assured. When I finally meet your true body, I’ll hack it down exactly like this. I only hope your real skull is a bit sturdier than this soul mark!"

At this moment, Charles finally understood. "Su Ping, you tricked me? But let me tell you, I wasn’t wrong. Since you dare to accept and fuse with the Netherworld God’s mark and power, and since you dare to strike at me, the Netherworld God’s power will inevitably turn on you! When that time comes, you will undoubtedly die!"

"Then I’ll just wait for that day to come. If all else fails, you can always bring your true body to the Dragon Nation, and I can try killing you directly. That would fulfill your wish, wouldn’t it? Dying together sounds pretty good to me."

Su Ping spoke without ever pausing his movements. Wielding the Sword of Death like he was playing Whac-A-Mole, or perhaps like hammering a nail, he viciously smashed Charles’s soul mark to pieces. Finally, he sensed Charles’s aura and soul mark completely vanish.

In an instant, Su Ping let go, tossing the Sword of Death to the ground with a loud CLANG.

Instantly, the Netherworld God’s power within his soul severed its connection with the Sword of Death, and the sensation of possessing the power to dominate everything immediately dissipated.

Su Ping breathed a sigh of relief. This feeling was indeed intoxicating. That much was obvious from how Charles’s soul mark had been completely incapable of mounting even the slightest resistance just moments ago. But Su Ping knew this power did not belong to him.

Rather than holding onto it, it would be much better to convert this power into nourishment for the Myriad Spirit Beast Atlas. However, Su Ping wasn’t in a hurry. He allowed the Myriad Spirit Beast Atlas to reclaim and store this origin power, then turned his gaze toward the so-called Bone Throne.

In addition, he picked up the Sword of Death once more.

At this moment, severed from the connection to the Netherworld God’s Energy, the Sword of Death still emanated an indescribable, corrupting aura of death, but it had lost its former Spirituality and terror. It was freezing to the touch, yet still enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

Obviously, after all the marks and power of the Netherworld God had been absorbed, this Sword of Death was reduced to little more than an empty shell. At best, it retained a fraction of its former power and residual rules.

However, as he stared at the Sword of Death, Su Ping paused in slight surprise. He then blinked and looked over at Qian Yi, who had remained completely motionless without his orders.

The next moment, Su Ping broke into a wide grin. Looking at the Paperman Swordsman who had relentlessly followed by his side, he laughed and said, "Qian Yi, do you dare to make a massive gamble?"