A Mere Tang Hao-Why Should I Shrink from His Edge? (Three Thousand Words)

"Hmph!"

"Cut the crap!"

"I'll show you what I can do!"

Tang San had noticed the mockery in Li Wuyou's eyes as well.

His face darkened, and the Soul Power around him began to stir.

Even Xiao Wu could fight Dai Mubai, a level thirty-eight Battle Soul Elder, despite the gap in their levels. He, Tang San, could likewise fight Li Wuyou despite the gap in theirs.

"He really doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"

Standing beside Li Wuyou, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help twitching at the corners of her mouth. She looked with pity at Tang San, who had dared to challenge Li Wuyou.

Others might not know what Li Wuyou was capable of, but how could she, who had seen it firsthand, not know?

Even without using a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, he could rely on an Angel Holy Sword condensed from Soul Power alone to slaughter ten level forty Soul Ancestors and one level fifty Soul King as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

Wouldn't Li Wuyou make short work of Tang San, a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster with a mere two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings?

Wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

Something wasn't right.

This was very wrong.

On a scale of one to ten, it was twelve degrees wrong.

Why had she called them a mere two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings?

Didn't all level twenty Soul Grandmasters have a Soul Ring Configuration of two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings?

It was clearly an optimal configuration of two Soul Rings, so why did she look down on Tang San's two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings?

Her own Soul Ring Configuration was two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings too, so what right did she have to look down on someone else's?

Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment and fell silent.

When... had she started to change?

She turned her head and saw Li Wuyou, wearing a handsome smile just like the readers in front of their screens.

Uh...

All right!

Now she knew the answer!

So it was Li Wuyou who had changed her values.

Ever since she had grown accustomed to seeing Li Wuyou's four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, she had gradually come to look down on yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings and even feel a little disdain for purple Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

Seeing Tang San challenge him, Li Wuyou unleashed a terrifying surge of Soul Power like mountains toppling and seas overturning. The Soul Power pressure of a level forty-four Soul Ancestor descended on Tang San, pinning him beneath it.

"Little Third, since you've put it that way, I'd look like I was afraid of you if I didn't accept your challenge."

As Li Wuyou finished speaking, the terrifying Soul Power around him swiftly condensed into a long, ornate, translucent Angel Holy Sword with a gilded finish.

Black, black, black, black.

Four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings slowly appeared beneath Li Wuyou's feet. A terrifying pressure of Soul Power swept across the entire hall, covering the sky and blotting out the earth. Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu, who were still fighting, froze and stopped attacking.

"Li Wuyou, Martial Soul: Six-Winged Angel."

"Level forty-four Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor. Please enlighten me!"

Once Li Wuyou had completed the formalities of a Soul Master duel, the entire Rose Hotel fell utterly silent.

Just then, however, Li Wuyou, whose spiritual power had increased by leaps and bounds after he absorbed a hundred-thousand-year Angel Head Soul Bone, keenly detected a trace of killing intent hidden in the shadows. That intense killing intent was firmly locked on him.

As a transmigrator who knew the entire plot, he naturally knew who was directing that killing intent at him.

Clear Sky Douluo—Tang Hao.

Tang San's drunkard father.

"Just as I expected. Tang Hao really is hiding in the shadows, peeping."

After that remark, Li Wuyou secretly became more vigilant.

Apart from Tang Hao, who could pose some threat to him, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Tang San were all trash.

He alone could take on ten of them.

Of course, after he had thrashed Tang San and Xiao Wu, then extorted Dai Mubai, he wouldn't mind exchanging a few moves with Tang Hao if he got the chance.

First Soul Skill: Holy Angel, 11,111 years. It could summon a Holy Angel energy clone with the combat power of a level ninety-one Titled Douluo.

Second Soul Skill: Seraph, 22,222 years. It could summon a Seraph energy clone with the combat power of a level ninety-two Titled Douluo.

Third Soul Skill: Ice Angel, 33,333 years. It could summon an Ice Angel energy clone with the combat power of a level ninety-three Titled Douluo.

Fourth Soul Skill: Life Angel, 44,444 years. It could summon a Life Angel energy clone with the combat power of a level ninety-four Titled Douluo.

With four Angel Clone Soul Skills, each possessing Titled Douluo-level combat power, plus Simulation, a hundred-thousand-year Angel Head Soul Bone skill, he might well be able to take Tang Hao on.

Of course, even if he couldn't beat Tang Hao, it wouldn't matter. He still had the Angel God's inheritance realm as a way out. He was practically born invincible.

That was precisely why Li Wuyou dared to reveal his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul without restraint.

A mere Tang Hao—why should I shrink from his edge?

Since he had decided to start stirring things up and show the world the power of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, Tang Hao was the perfect opponent.

While Li Wuyou was lost in thought, Tang San looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"F-four... forty-fourth level Soul Ancestor?"

"And he has a configuration of four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!"

"Th-this... how is that possible?"

Li Wuyou's Soul Power Level and his earth-shattering configuration of four Soul Rings made Tang San question his whole life.

His lips trembled, his face went pale, and he staggered back several steps in terror, cold sweat beading on his forehead in drops as large as beans.

He had graduated this year as a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, already a genius Nuoding Academy saw only once in a century, with talent far surpassing everyone his age.

Yet Li Wuyou, standing before him, looked at most a few years older than him, but his strength had reached the astonishing level of a level forty-four Soul Ancestor.

Being crushed in Soul Power Level was one thing, but what truly blew his mind was the other man's Soul Ring Configuration.

A configuration of four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings—was that something a fucking human could achieve?

Wasn't this Li Wuyou fucking cheating?

Report him!

I want to report him.

Someone's cheating here!

"Hiss..."

"A level forty-four Soul Ancestor!"

"And a configuration of four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!"

Seeing a level forty Soul Ancestor so young for the first time, along with that earth-shattering configuration of four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, even Xiao Wu couldn't help sucking in a breath of cold air, making an outstanding contribution to the warming of the Far North.

At that moment, even the fearless and unruly Xiao Wu knew that she and Tang San had kicked an iron plate.

"Fuck!"

"Li Wuyou has already reached level forty-four so quickly?"

"How the hell does that bastard cultivate?"

The corners of Dai Mubai's mouth twitched as well.

He wasn't surprised by Li Wuyou's configuration of black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. After all, he had seen them in the Great Spirit Arena long ago!

What truly surprised him was that Li Wuyou cultivated far too quickly. Just two days ago, he had been a level thirty-nine Soul Elder, yet now he had shot straight up to a level forty-four Soul Ancestor.

Outrageous. It was simply too outrageous.

Was this the boost brought by the energy of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?

"A Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings... Could this handsome young man be the Angel people have been talking about in Suotuo City these past two days?"

At the sight, the twin sisters' hearts shook, and they suddenly recalled the Angel whose name had spread through every street and alley of Suotuo City over the past two days.

They had always believed that Dai Mubai, a level thirty-eight Soul Ancestor, was already one of the most outstanding geniuses of the younger generation, a powerful man worthy of their attachment and allegiance.

But only after seeing Li Wuyou with their own eyes—his awe-inspiring presence and striking good looks—and witnessing his strength as a level forty-four Soul Ancestor and his heaven-defying configuration of four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings did the sisters truly understand what a favored son of heaven was.

The sisters stared blankly at Li Wuyou's flawless, handsome face, then compared it with the hideous, glaring scar that crossed Dai Mubai's face. The contrast in their hearts instantly reached its peak.

"Big sister, what do you think?"

"Little sister, you know what I mean!"

The twin sisters secretly exchanged a glance and saw each other's little thoughts in their eyes. They instinctively edged to the side, quietly putting some distance between themselves and Dai Mubai instead of clinging to him as they had before.

Looking at Li Wuyou's handsome face, the sisters felt heat rush through their curvaceous bodies. They wanted nothing more than to devour this wealthy patron down to the last scrap.

Of course, if they could bear his children, the sisters would rise in status through them.

If they weren't after a little money, neither sister would have been willing to play along with Dai Mubai, a three-second weakling.

The sight of the hideous, terrifying scar on Dai Mubai's face killed their appetite, leaving them unable to muster the slightest interest in bed.

Meanwhile, Tang San kept shaking his head wildly.

"Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

"How is this possible!"

"According to teacher's Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls Theory, there's no way anyone in this world could possess such a terrifying Soul Ring Configuration."

"Could teacher's Ten Martial Soul Theories be wrong?"

At that moment, Tang San couldn't help questioning Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul Theory, his faith in it shaken.

It couldn't be helped; he couldn't be blamed for reacting this way.

The impact of Li Wuyou's configuration of four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings was simply too powerful, the blow too great. It shattered the understanding of Martial Soul Theory that Tang San had held firmly in his heart and regarded as gospel all these years.

According to Yu Xiaogang's teachings, Soul Rings had to be acquired step by step, and their ages had to match one's Soul Power Level. Absorbing an older Soul Ring beyond one's level was extremely risky, a near-certain brush with death.

For a level forty Soul Ancestor, absorbing a five-thousand-year Soul Ring was already the limit. A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was something one wouldn't even dare contemplate.

Yet Li Wuyou stood before him, a level forty-four Soul Ancestor whose four Soul Rings were all black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, forcibly shattering that ironclad rule.

Tang San's head buzzed. The fighting spirit he had felt earlier had long since vanished, and the convictions in his heart continued to crumble.

His unwavering understanding of Soul Rings had been brutally overturned right before his eyes.

Tang San stared blankly at Li Wuyou's four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, standing rooted to the spot in a daze.