Tang San's Darkened Path Ahead

"Lu Yuan, do you dare fight me?" Tang San held the Clear Sky Hammer level in his left hand, his body radiating intense battle intent.

When he wielded Blue Silver Grass, he was cautious and prudent. Upon seeing Lu Yuan, he would immediately distance himself, hide behind his teammates, then secretly launch skills for sneak attacks.

But when he held the Clear Sky Hammer, a spark of battle intent rose within him. That powerful strength made him want to rush out and fight Lu Yuan for hundreds of rounds.

That was how different Martial Souls affected a person's mindset.

Take Lu Yuan, for instance. The Golden Dragon Spirit bloodline had an extraordinary influence on him. Not only had it made his personality more arrogant, but even his mentality had changed somewhat. He could not even be bothered to spare the weak a glance.

Yet he had never possessed such a mentality in the past.

"Looks like you're quite confident. Is it because of those five Soul Rings of yours, the lowest being only twelve thousand years and the highest not exceeding twenty-five thousand?"

"Twin Martial Souls have truly gone to waste in your hands."

"What Twin Martial Soul master waits until becoming a Titled Douluo before adding Soul Rings to their Second Martial Soul? Even the worst would seek Soul Beasts over fifty thousand years old, while the best would aim for the hundred-thousand-year level."

"And yet you hastily chose five Soul Rings of such low quality, completely strangling the boundless potential of Twin Martial Souls. You're even smug about it. You're making me laugh my head off. Is this what your teacher taught you?"

"Oh, right. With his strength at only rank twenty-nine, perhaps he thinks ten-thousand-year Soul Rings are already incredible. After all, with such poor strength and