Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 886 - 377: Charles’s Gift? The Arrival of the Legend! (Part 3)

However, Charles remained utterly indifferent, as if devoid of any emotional response, even at this critical juncture:

"Little one, you are not suitable, or rather, you are not worthy!"

His words, delivered with a calm smile, instantly ignited the fury of Ray Saint!

A torrent of violent spiritual power erupted, spreading like a raging wildfire. The crimson flames that had been burning moments before dwindled, leaving behind only scarlet embers. Beneath these dying sparks, a stark white skull, completely devoid of flesh, was revealed.

Su Ping tightened his lips, his gaze fixated on this apparition, or more precisely, on the figure standing far across the distant ocean behind it.

Yet, the skull continued to speak, its voice resonating with a persistent vibration: "Little one, don’t say it’s you; even if my idol, the Legendary Lord, were to appear, they couldn’t stop me from sending this gift!"

"Arrogant fool!"

Bang!

A sharp cracking sound reverberated, signifying the complete shattering of the consciousness that had manifested in this form. However, just as everyone present, including Su Ping, began to breathe a sigh of relief, a wisp of gray flame appeared with astonishing speed, hurtling directly towards Su Ping.

The speed of this flame was beyond comprehension. No, it wasn't merely speed; the flame seemed to instantaneously teleport from its origin to a position directly in front of Su Ping in the very next moment.

The color gray consumed Su Ping’s entire field of vision for that instant. Yet, just as quickly, it vanished without a trace, as if it had never been there at all.

Su Ping found himself in a state of bewilderment, even questioning if what he had witnessed was merely an illusion. What was this situation? What was this entity?

He hadn't perceived any internal changes whatsoever. Despite this, the bizarre occurrence undeniably sent a jolt of alarm through him.

Meanwhile, Mu Hang’s body finally succumbed to exhaustion, collapsing backward with a heavy thud. The last vestiges of fragmented spiritual power slowly coalesced in the void, forming a spectral phantom. This phantom, a faint human visage, paid no heed to the onlookers, its gaze locked intently on Su Ping, a perpetual, infuriating smile gracing its features.

"Su Ping, accept this gift I have bestowed upon you. From this moment forward, we are no longer adversaries!"

Su Ping didn't probe further, ready to face whatever consequences might arise. Moreover, he still possessed the Immortal Dragon Soul as a hidden trump card.

Calmly, he met the gaze of this colossal face, formed from the final remnants of spiritual power, and reiterated his earlier declaration, word by deliberate word: "Lord Charles, I stated that I would definitely kill you!"

"Hahaha, as your Dragon Nation proverbs say, I am prepared for the slaughter! I shall depart now..."

The illusory face, nothing more than a fleeting mental imprint, dissipated, and even Ray Saint was powerless to intervene. To linger any further would only hasten its demise.

Yet, at this precise moment, a peculiar yet steady voice echoed through the area: "Hold on!"

The voice was level but carried an undeniable aura of command, as if it had momentarily frozen the very fabric of time and space.

The spectral face, on the verge of dissipating, abruptly reformed, halted by these words. Charles's countenance contorted in a myriad of expressions at this moment.

For, at some point unknown, a figure had materialized within the scene. This figure stood present, yet its form seemed perpetually indistinct.

"You come and go as you please?"

The placid voice, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, seemed to resonate within the minds of all who heard it.

Su Ping stared at the figure, a sense of disbelief washing over him, rendering him momentarily unable to react.

"Oh, my idol! I truly never anticipated you would personally grace this occasion. To behold you once more, as your most devoted follower, is a profound blessing..." The illusory face exclaimed with theatrical flair.

At this juncture, every person present in the venue was utterly astounded. They had initially believed they were attending a fairly standard conference; had it not been for subtle hints from higher authorities regarding its significance, some might not have bothered to attend.

But upon arrival, Su Ping had delivered two earth-shattering revelations. Following this, the globally infamous undead breeder, Charles, had made an appearance. And now, in the climactic finale, this enigmatic figure had arrived in person.

The figure, almost indistinguishable in its vagueness, disregarded the exaggerated pronouncements of the spectral face and stated plainly: "What is that? Extract it." The voice was imbued with an irrefutable authority.

The illusory face, however, responded with a hint of unease: "Lord, I informed that young one earlier that even with your presence, you could not prevent me from gifting Su Ping. Now, I must inform you that neither I nor you can extract this imprint."

Silence. A profound silence descended upon the venue, and Su Ping was seized by a sense of premonition. What exactly had this ancient entity bestowed upon him?

Following the silence, Charles inquired further: "As for what that is, I can only surmise it is connected to the Heavenly Tomb."

Connected to the Heavenly Tomb? An imprint?

A subtle ripple of emotion flickered across Su Ping’s eyes.

"Very well, I shall retrieve it myself when the opportune moment arrives. As for you..." The shadow cast an indifferent gaze upon Charles’s illusory visage. "Do you truly believe that by employing such methods to arrive, I am incapable of taking action against you?"

"Where did that notion come from? You are renowned as the most formidable Beastmaster in all of human history, and I place my trust in your methods. However, the times are destined to shift, and a new epoch will surely emerge! Furthermore, the true essence of Death Descend is..."

The speaker's words abruptly ceased."

The figure then slowly uttered four words: "Tracing back to the source."

Across the vast ocean, within the unsettling tomb research institute.

As Mu Yu, filled with anxious confusion, gazed at the dark television screen, his teacher, seated nearby on a couch, suddenly jolted upright. Fiery red flames erupted and enveloped him, nearly consuming his entire being.

"Ah..."

Terrible screams pierced the silence of the expansive tomb.

Mu Yu watched the scene unfold with disbelief; his once invincible teacher was like a shrimp ablaze in a raging inferno, utterly defenseless.

He didn't even know who the assailant was.

Moreover, at this precise moment, in the city center on the other side of the ocean, an eagle's cry, unlike any heard before, resonated throughout the grand tomb.

In the following instant, the furious soul flames engulfing Charles's body gradually subsided. Yet, even so, the breeder, who had been so confident moments before and had transformed into a lich-like legendary undead beast tamer, found his soul fire flickering like a dying candle.

Following this, a frigid voice boomed throughout the tomb research institute:

"Your soul... hmm... so you had a contingency? But since you dared to provoke us, prepare to face the ramifications. This is far from over."

The colossal power emanating from the voice compelled Mu Yu to his knees instinctively, his body wracked with tremors.

Meanwhile, back in the Dragon Nation.

Within the venue, it seemed as if nothing had transpired; the phantom figure and Su Ping had vanished.

Only Qin Erlong let out a sigh of resignation, observing the disarrayed venue, unable to comprehend how it had concluded thusly:

"Alright, let's get this area cleaned up. Additionally, everyone present today must sign a non-disclosure agreement."

Concurrently, in the backstage area, Su Ping occupied a sofa. However, before he could even properly examine the figure before him, the individual extended a finger and calmly stated:

"You should rest now."

Almost as soon as these words were uttered, Su Ping was overcome by an immense, inexplicable drowsiness, drawing him into the depths of sleep.