Junior Brother Han felt that if it had been anyone else, as long as they used their brains and calmed down and thought about it carefully, they would feel that something wasn't right. After all, it was really hard to associate a third-class green-furred akita with a silver-haired young man, since spirit beasts in human form usually had something in common with their original bodies.
But given the current situation, this Junior Brother Han couldn't get a word in edgewise.
There was nothing he could do about it … apart from strength, the cultivation circle was a circle that valued seniority even more. Some old seniors liked to give pointers from the perspective of a "senior," which was very frustrating. Senior seniors were more willing to look at problems based on their experience, and most of them were pedantic and stubborn people who clung to dogma.
Although Junior Brother Han felt that this was a trap, he indeed couldn't find any other reason to refute his senior brother's words. Because the idea of transferring the soul mark was really a little whimsical … in theory, it was indeed impossible to achieve.
Little Silver stood on the empty construction site and had already confirmed that there was no one else there.
He could clearly sense that the two cultivators from the Demon Hunters Association who had been tracking him were standing outside the iron gate. One was at the Soul Formation stage, the other at the Nascent Soul stage …
After detecting their realms, Little Silver instantly felt a deep sense of loss … They were too weak, not enough at all!
Generally speaking, when there was a disparity in realms, the most difficult thing to do was the legendary "show mercy." But it seemed that Little Silver didn't need to consider this problem at all today … He remembered that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had instructed him to kill these two elders of the Demon Hunters Association without exposing his identity.
This also meant that he could kill these two elders without any worries.
As for whether he had to find the president of the Demon Hunters Association through these two elders, that had nothing to do with Little Silver.
Then, how should he make these two people die a miserable and painful death?
Little Silver narrowed his eyes and cupped his chin as he pondered with a slight smile on his face.
News of the Demon Hunters Association had spread like wildfire in the last two days, and there was no way Little Silver wouldn't know about it. The reason why holy beasts had gone extinct was precisely because of organizations similar to the Demon Hunters Association, which disregarded life for the sake of profit, killed indiscriminately, and regarded living creatures as worthless grass.
This kind of people really should be put to death.
While Little Silver was thinking this, his ears suddenly twitched. Outside the iron gate, a bright ball of light suddenly shot through the air like a monkey.
The next moment, this light instantly scattered and turned into several hooked claws that shot at him.
"A trap-ball?"
Little Silver recognized this ball of light at one glance.
It was a single-use magical beast catching ball, a common magical treasure used to capture spirit beasts. However, if the capture failed, this magical treasure would become useless. Furthermore, this type of magic treasure also had a written rule that only a person with a pet trainer qualification certificate could possess and use it normally.
Also, there was a rule that this kind of magic treasure could be used. Little Silver's face was as calm as an ancient well, and he blinked his slender eyelashes with a very helpless expression. He didn't even wait for the beast-catching ball's outstretched claw to grab it, and directly stretched out his hand to grab it.
In the end, the beast-catching ball that the old Taoist had just taken out didn't even have a chance to do anything before Little Silver crushed it to death in the air.
The light from the trap-ball disappeared, indicating that the capture had failed.
The two elders of the Demon Hunters Association immediately rushed through the iron gate after taking out the trap-ball, but Little Silver was too fast. As soon as they landed, they saw that the trap-ball they had taken out earlier was already in the silver-haired young man's hands.
"What a piece of trash …"
Little Silver sighed in his heart and directly crushed the trap-ball into powder.
The old Taoist was stupefied. "That's impossible!"
This trap-ball was an advanced product among trap-balls; even if it was a second-class spirit beast, it had an eighty-five percent chance of successfully catching it.
Little Silver pursed his lips and was speechless.
It was just a broken ball and it wanted to catch him … where on earth did he get his confidence from?
The old Taoist stared at Little Silver. "You're a good green-furred dog, you do have some skill."
Little Silver: "Why am I a dog???"
The old Taoist: "Hmph! Don't think that just because you ate a meatball that can turn you into a human, you can pretend to be a first-class spirit beast … This old man is quick-witted, I've already seen through everything! "
Little Silver: "…"
On the side, Junior Brother Han's heart trembled when he saw this scene. To be able to catch the trap-ball so easily already proved that this young man's identity wasn't ordinary.
"Senior brother, I think there's something strange about this person. Why don't we retreat first and make a decision later?"
The junior brother kindly reminded him, but the old Taoist wasn't willing to listen. "Let's do it again! This time, my venerable self definitely won't let it escape! "
As he spoke, the old Taoist made a hand seal, and another ball of light flew out of his hand.
"My venerable self doesn't believe that I can't catch you this time!" The old Taoist grinned maliciously. This was an upgraded version of the trap-ball from before; not only was it faster and had a higher chance of catching spirit beasts, but more importantly, it had an "invisibility" effect.
This ball was clearly the old Taoist's prized possession, and he wouldn't use it unless it was a critical moment. An ordinary trap-ball cost one thousand immortal gold bars. Little Silver surmised that this old Taoist was offering a collector's edition now would cost more than ten thousand immortal gold bars to buy one …
Trapping spirit beasts was also a money-burning game.
However, to the old Taoist's surprise, less than half a second after the ball was taken out, this silver-haired young man actually caught it again.
The old Taoist was so startled that he took a step back. "You …"
"Don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" Little Silver looked at the old Taoist a little disappointedly.
This was definitely the most dreamless Soul Formation cultivator Little Silver had ever seen. Relying solely on one-time-use magic treasures to burn money to fight, Little Silver felt that there was no future in this!
"That's impossible! You're just a spirit beast! When dealing with spirit beasts, a trap-ball is more useful than any magic treasure! "The old Taoist was so angry that his whole body trembled." Junior brother! Take out our trump card! "
"Senior Brother Canglan …"
"I'll bear all the losses!"
Now that things had come to this, the old Taoist knew that there was no way out, and he roared.
Then, the Junior Brother beside him had no choice but to take out a beast-catching ball embedded with crystals from his storage pouch. This was their final trump card. This beast-catching ball was also the highest grade of beast-catching balls — Master Ball! Even if it was a first-class spirit beast, its success rate was as high as one hundred percent!
"Go! Master ball! "the old Taoist roared!
Little Silver: "…"
A resplendent light shone from the master ball.
Then, Little Silver sighed, stretched out his hand again, and strangled the light to death …
"Impossible … that's impossible!" The old Taoist's eyes widened. This master ball was already his and his junior brother's final trump card! How could it be fended off so easily with a one hundred percent success rate?
Holding the master ball in his hand, the corners of Little Silver's mouth couldn't help twitching.
Indeed …
The master ball was very powerful and very rare.
It could even capture a first-class spirit beast with a one hundred percent success rate …
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