Mo Chen arrived at the corpse of Tang Hao with an air of unbridled arrogance.
The man who had once dominated the Douluo Continent, the Haotian Douluo whom countless people revered, now lay lifelessly on the ground. Mo Chen frowned in disgust and poked the corpse with his foot, as if prodding something repulsive.
His gaze quickly fell upon the four Soul Bones laid out beside Tang Hao. They emitted a faint glow, appearing particularly eye-catching in the gloomy surroundings. Mo Chen tucked the four Soul Bones into his bag one by one. As he picked each one up, he could not help but toy with it for a moment, savoring the powerful fluctuations of energy emanating from them, a smug grin spreading across his face.
Chapter 39