Shocking the Clear Sky Sect
The commotion in the square alerted the nearby Clear Sky Sect disciples, and many people gathered from all directions, standing at the edge of the square, watching the scene with curiosity.
The Seventh Elder stood tall and looked down at Tang San with a disdainful smile.
"Boy, I won't use my Martial Soul Avatar or my eighth and ninth Soul Skills. I don't want people to say I'm bullying the weak."
Tang San said calmly, "No need. Please go all out; I can handle it."
His calm tone made the Seventh Elder feel a sense of humiliation he had never experienced before.
The Seventh Elder had lived for nearly a hundred years and had dominated the continent for most of his life, yet he had never been so disrespected by a junior.
His face flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his teeth were grinding together; he looked like a volcano about to erupt.
"Good! Good! Good!"
The Seventh Elder said "good" three times in a row, each time with greater emphasis than the last.
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, and nine Soul Rings rose from his feet—two yellow, two purple, and five black—the standard nine Soul Ring Configuration for Titled Douluo.
The pressure of Titled Douluo was released without reservation, like a mountain descending from the sky and crushing towards Tang San.
The disciples at the edge of the plaza paled and retreated, not daring to approach.
But Tang San stood still, motionless.
He raised his right hand, palm facing up.
Blue-gold light surged from his palm, condensing into a giant Blue Silver Emperor.
At this moment, the Blue Silver Emperor no longer resembled a blade of grass, but rather a lush, ancient tree, exuding a rich life force.
Seven Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet: one yellow, two purple, one black, and three red.
The three red, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings shone brightly in the sunlight.
The red was deep and rich, like congealed blood, pulsating in concentric circles, exuding a heart-pounding sense of oppression.
The moment the three red Soul Rings lit up simultaneously, the air in the entire plaza seemed to freeze.
The entire room fell silent.
All eyes were focused on the three red Soul Rings, mouths slightly agape, eyes wide open, the pupils reflecting the three dazzling red lights.
Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
That is a legendary existence, a supreme realm that countless Soul Masters across the entire continent could never reach, even if they devoted their entire lives to it.
On the entire continent, the number of Soul Masters with Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings can be counted on one hand.
Tang San, a young man not even twenty years old, actually possessed three.
The visual impact was indescribable.
The Seventh Elder, along with the other four elders, suddenly contracted their pupils, their disdain froze, and were replaced by an incredulous shock.
"Soul Saint! How old are you? Your Soul Power has already broken through to the Soul Saint level!"
The Seventh Elder's voice was somewhat dry, with a tremor he himself was unaware of.
Tang San looked at him and said calmly, "Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Emperor, Level 78 Battle Soul Saint. Seventh Elder, please enlighten me."
The Seventh Elder took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.
He couldn't show weakness in front of a younger person, nor could he lose face in front of so many people.
He straightened his chest, raised his chin slightly, and snorted coldly, his tone carrying a deliberate disdain.
"Hmph, you don't even have the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, how can you be considered a disciple of my Clear Sky Sect!"
Tang San's lips curled up slightly, and he raised his left hand, a thought forming in his mind.
A small, jet-black hammer emerged from the palm of the hand, with blue arcs of electricity dancing across its surface.
That innate, domineering aura stood in stark contrast to the Blue Silver Emperor's life force.
One on the left, one on the right; one green, one black; one soft, one hard—two completely different powers coexist perfectly within Tang San.
"Who says I don't have the Clear Sky Hammer?"
Tang San's voice rang out calmly.
The Seventh Elder's pupils contracted again, and his mouth opened even wider.
"Twin Martial Souls! You actually possess Twin Martial Souls!"
Only Tang Hao and Tang Xiao Clear Sky Sect knew that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls; even the sect elders never revealed it.
The other four elders standing at the entrance of the main hall were also shocked.
Their gazes fell on Tang San, a complex light flashing in their eyes.
Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, a level 78 Soul Saint before the age of twenty, and three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings...
Each of these words, taken individually, is enough to shake the entire Soul Master World.
When these traits appear simultaneously in one person, the shock is unimaginable.
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao stood aside, watching the shocked expressions on the five elders' faces, and the corners of their mouths curved slightly.
Especially Tang Hao, whose usually expressionless face now showed a barely perceptible smile.
Although he never said anything, at this moment, an indescribable sense of pride welled up in his heart.
At the edge of the square, the Clear Sky Sect disciples who were watching whispered among themselves.
"That's Tang San? The son of Clear Sky Douluo?"
"A level 78 Soul Saint, with three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings... That's terrifying!"
"How old is he? Nineteen? Twenty?"
"No wonder the sect leader values him so much. With such talent, even the former sect leader, Tang Chen, probably couldn't match him."
Tang San put away the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, leaving only the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul slowly pulsating in his palm.
He looked at the Seventh Elder, his tone calm and composed.
"Seventh Elder, let's begin."
After saying that, he raised his right hand and made a "please" gesture.
The Seventh Elder took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
His gaze sharpened again, like two drawn swords piercing straight at Tang San.
Having lived for nearly a hundred years, what storms haven't I weathered? If I let a junior disturb my peace of mind today, wouldn't all these decades of cultivation have been for nothing?
"Tang San," the Seventh Elder spoke slowly, his voice regaining its usual composure, "I admit, your talent is indeed astonishing."
He paused, gripping the Clear Sky Hammer tightly in his right hand. "However, talent is talent, and real combat is real combat. I've roamed the continent for seventy years, and the battles I've experienced are more numerous than the salt you've eaten. Today, I'll show you what a true Clear Sky Hammer is all about."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Seventh Elder's body trembled violently, and the aura of Titled Douluo was released without reservation.
The air in the square seemed to freeze.
Tang San's gaze also turned serious.
He knew that although the Seventh Elder had a fiery temper and spoke harshly, his strength was genuine.
With his Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, Soul Power level of 92, and mastery of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, the Seventh Elder is no ordinary person.
Tang San took a deep breath, his Soul Power surging wildly within his body.
The Fifth Soul Ring, which had been around for 100,000 years, lit up.
Fifth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Overlord Spear!
A golden spear materialized in Tang San's palm.
Unlike the Blue Silver Overlord Spear from a few years ago, the Blue Silver Overlord Spear is now entirely a dazzling gold.
The spearhead was sharp, radiating an extremely fierce edge, as if it could pierce even space itself.
The addition of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring more than doubled the power of this spear.
Tang San gripped the spear handle, channeled his Soul Power into it, and a sharp whistling sound erupted from the spear tip.
Soul Breaking Spear Technique.
The spear thrust out, swift as lightning, aiming straight for the Seventh Elder's chest.