Luo Baiwei merely watched quietly, a smug smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Then she muttered to herself.
"I understand now. I finally understand. Tang Fei, who died that day, really did die."
Tang Ao immediately roared.
"Impossible! Impossible! You can't possibly be stronger than me! You must be cheating! There's no way I can lose!"
A fierce killing intent erupted from his body. He glared coldly at Tang San and shouted.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Wind and Thunder Intercourse."
The sky suddenly darkened with dense black clouds, and enormous bolts of lightning began gathering overhead.
Holding a miniature Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Ao flew into the thunderclouds.
Clearly, Tang Ao was about to unleash his ultimate move.
A cold smile appeared on Tang San's lips. How could he possibly give Tang Ao the chance?
He raised his enormous Clear Sky Hammer, charged straight into the thunderclouds, and shouted.
"Eighth Soul Skill, One Hammer Sets the Universe."
When the enormous Clear Sky Hammer smashed into the thunderclouds, they shattered like an eggshell.
Tang Ao, stunned within them, was sent flying. This time, he was blasted so far away that he vanished from sight.
Tang San then slowly withdrew his Martial Soul Avatar and landed on the ground.
The surrounding disciples immediately erupted into cheers. After all, among soul masters, strength was still deeply respected.
One disciple immediately said.
"Tang Fei, you're incredible! You should be our Senior Brother."
Another disciple followed up.
"That's right, be our Senior Brother!"
A third disciple said as well.
"Tang Ao isn't worthy of being Senior Brother. If you lead us, we'll definitely have a bright future."
Tang San froze for a moment. He had not expected these people to be so tactful and acknowledge him as their Senior Brother.
That was a good