Tang San: You Bastard, Give Me Back My Datura Snake

Over a hundred Blue Silver Emperor Vines covered in scales trapped the Datura Snake, rendering it unable to move. Zu Zong gave a low shout. "Poisonous Devour."

Large amounts of purple corrosive venom spilled from the gaps between the scales on the Blue Silver Vines. The moment the Datura Snake came into contact with it, great swathes of its flesh were corroded away. That was not all. Zu Zong controlled the Blue Silver Emperor Vines to pry open the Datura Snake's enormous jaws, aiming them in Blanklin's direction.

Having done all this, Zu Zong pretended to be running out of strength and panted, "Dean, hurry! I can't hold on much longer!"

Seeing dust flying ahead and countless vines winding about, Blanklin could not make out the Datura Snake's exact condition at all. He only assumed that it was still struggling desperately. After all, the Datura Snake was an exceptionally formidable existence among century-old soul beasts.

"Good!"

Already prepared, three shining rings rose one after another around him, silently ascending—one white and two yellow. As the Soul Rings revolved, surging Soul Power formed a wave-like pressure that bore down upon them. The third yellow Soul Ring lit up. The horn atop his head had already gathered power, and a fist-sized ball of lightning condensed.

"Third Soul Skill—Super Horn Cannon."

The lightning ball shot out at high speed, gradually expanding until it was the size of a basketball.

Zu Zong immediately used the Blue Silver Vines to control the Datura Snake, putting on a perfect performance of catching a blast bare-handed—no, bare-mouthed.

Boom! Boom! The lightning ball entered the Datura Snake's mouth and exploded. The inside of the mouth was already one of the softest parts of any animal, filled entirely with tender flesh. With that one strike, a bowl-sized bloody hole was blasted through the Datura Snake's head. White brain matter mixed with blood flowed from the wound. The scene was as gruesome as it could get.

The entire process, from beginning to end, took less than three minutes. Every step had been meticulously planned and executed in one seamless flow.

Faint yellow motes gathered, forming a yellow ring above the Datura Snake's corpse. The Datura Snake was dead.

"Wow, Dean, your Soul Skill is so cool." Zu Zong gave Blanklin a double thumbs-up as he walked over to praise him.

Zu Zong was not merely flattering him. Blanklin's Third Soul Skill was genuinely impressive. As someone familiar with Douluo Continent, Zu Zong had some understanding of the power of most Third Soul Skills. It was indeed rare for a century-old Soul Ring to unleash such power as a third ring.

Blanklin rarely stood tall with pride, but when he saw Yu Xiaogang leading Tang San over, he resumed his usual stern expression.

"Thank you, Dean, for saving our lives. Otherwise, this child and I might have died here." Yu Xiaogang forced out a smile. Of course, on his already stiff face, that smile looked even worse than crying.

Blanklin waved his hand and pointed at Zu Zong, who stood nearby. "If you want to thank someone, thank this kid! If he hadn't discovered you, you really would have been in danger."

As he spoke, Blanklin glanced at Tang San beside him. Then, adopting the sternness of a Dean of Students, he began reprimanding Yu Xiaogang.

"This is your disciple, right? It's not my place to say this, but how could you bring a child to such a dangerous place? That's extremely irresponsible." His words were sharp and utterly merciless.

Yu Xiaogang smiled bitterly. The facts were right before him. What could he possibly say?

He had witnessed Zu Zong's performance just now. His newly acquired First Soul Skill was incredibly powerful, capable of easily suppressing the Datura Snake. Then Yu Xiaogang looked at the Datura Snake's mangled corpse and sighed. "What a pity. It would have been wonderful if it could have become Xiao San's First Soul Ring."

Meanwhile, Tang San and Zu Zong faced off once more.

The corners of Zu Zong's mouth curled up as he grinned. "Yo, Xiao San! You've gotten even more handsome after just a few days apart. I heard the gatekeeper locked you in the Small Black Room for most of the night the day before yesterday. Is that true?"

[Beep, Tang San's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 21%. Congratulations, the host has gained 100 Hatred Points.]

[Beep, Tang San's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 22%. Congratulations, the host has gained 100 Hatred Points.]

[Beep, Tang San's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 23%. Congratulations, the host has gained 100 Hatred Points.]

Hearing the Hatred Points in his mind continually rise, Zu Zong could not have been happier. He became even more cutting toward Tang San.

"You really are stupid. It was obvious at a glance that that gatekeeper—"

With the "Silent Sleeve Arrow" tucked inside his sleeve, heaven knew how badly Tang San wanted to fire it.

Throughout Zu Zong's battle with the Datura Snake, Tang San had activated his Purple Demon Eye and seen everything clearly.

Zu Zong had clearly subdued the Datura Snake long ago, yet he still allowed the Dean of Students to use his Soul Skill to kill it. He simply did not want to leave it for Tang San!

Tang San gritted his teeth. "You bastard, give me back my Datura Snake!"

The good show was here! Zu Zong lowered his head, the corners of his lips curling upward. He forcibly squeezed out a few tears and cried to Yu Xiaogang, "Dorm Warden, look at your disciple Xiao San! He wants me to give him back his Datura Snake!"

Then he tugged at Blanklin's sleeve. "Dean, look at Tang San! He actually wants us to give him back the Datura Snake!"

When Blanklin heard that, he was stunned. What? The two of them had saved them, yet this brat actually wanted them to give him back the Datura Snake? Had he forgotten how he had been chased down? He immediately roared sternly at Yu Xiaogang, "Look at the fine disciple you taught. He actually wants us to give him back the Datura Snake!"

As for the words "Dorm Warden," Blanklin automatically ignored them.

Yu Xiaogang's already stiff face turned even greener. He had merely sighed over it. Yet Xiao San had actually done something like this. No, as his teacher, he had to properly educate his disciple and set him on the right path.

Yu Xiaogang sternly shouted, "Xiao San, apologize to Zu Zong!"

Tang San wanted to argue and reveal what he had seen, but how could he explain it afterward? That he had concealed his abilities and ignored Yu Xiaogang's safety? If that happened, the bond between master and disciple would likely come to an end. Yu Xiaogang had shown him kindness, and he did not want to lose this teacher.

"Teacher, I—"

"Apologize, now!" Yu Xiaogang shouted sternly again.

"I'm sorry," Tang San said softly and aggrievedly.

"Louder! Say it: 'Zu Zong, I was wrong!'"

Tang San shook his head. Asking him to call Zu Zong "ancestor"? He would rather die than agree to that. How could that be possible?

Seeing Tang San shake his head and refuse to apologize, Yu Xiaogang raised his size-forty-four foot and kicked Tang San in the backside.

"Say it! 'Zu Zong, I was wrong!'"

Tang San still shook his head!

Yu Xiaogang kicked him again.

"Say it! 'Zu Zong, I was wrong!'"

Tang San was so aggrieved that he was nearly crying, but Yu Xiaogang was unexpectedly firm. He fully displayed his style of being ruthless toward his own while weak and powerless toward outsiders, kicking him three times in a row.

At last, unable to endure any longer, Tang San's eyes turned red. He stared fiercely at Zu Zong, bowed to him, and shouted, "Ancestor, I'm sorry!" If looks could kill, Zu Zong would have died a hundred and eight thousand times already.

Yu Xiaogang kicked him again. "What else?"

"Ancestor, I was wrong!"

"Louder! Shout it with me!"

"Zu Zong, I'm sorry!" ×2

"Zu Zong, I was wrong!" ×2

[Beep, Tang San's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 27%. Congratulations, the host has gained 100 Hatred Points.]

[Beep, Tang San's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 28%. Congratulations, the host has gained 100 Hatred Points.]

[Beep, Tang San's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 29%. Congratulations, the host has gained 100 Hatred Points.]

[Beep, Tang San's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 30%. Congratulations, the host has gained 100 Hatred Points.]

"Pfft!"

Zu Zong admitted that this time, he could not hold it in and burst out laughing like a pig.

Patting Tang San's little cheek, he said, "Good boy, your ancestor forgives you. Hahahaha."

Hearing that Zu Zong had forgiven Tang San, Yu Xiaogang should have been happy, yet he felt that something was off. He was utterly baffled.

Yu Xiaogang: Why do I keep feeling like I've been played?