Tang San and the Silkworm Baby

"Tang San, don't be angry. Anger lowers your intelligence. A person must be able to pick things up and put them down..."

Zhu Rong recited the Chancellor's classic words on the surface, but inwardly, he was overjoyed.

When you decided someone was your enemy, even if they said something correct, you would still pick faults in it.

Tang San was one of the best among such people!

He had no intention of listening to Zhu Rong's lecture, much less pondering the meaning behind those words.

But in Tang Hao's eyes, Zhu Rong was genuinely doing this for Tang San's own good!

"Zhu Rong!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. He no longer cared about Tang Hao's teachings. All he wanted was to knock down the person in front of him, who was still babbling on and trying to lecture him!

Killing him was out of the question for now, but beating him up was not a problem.

Tang San wanted to prove through his actions that even though Zhu Rong had awakened his Martial Soul, Tang San was still the Tang San who had beaten him up for two years!

"Oh, oh! Little San, you're already..."

Before Zhu Rong could continue mocking him, Tang San clenched his fists, stepped into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and charged at Zhu Rong.

His punch held no regret, driving forward without hesitation.

From Zhu Rong's current perspective, Tang San looked like a monkey hopping and leaping about!

When Zhu Rong had first reached the mountaintop, he had locked onto Tang San with his spiritual power once he came within twenty meters of him.

No matter how Tang San twisted and swayed now, in Zhu Rong's view, he was merely a monkey performing acrobatics!

"Tang San, you can't blame me for this. You made the first move!"

Zhu Rong narrowed his eyes, his gaze carrying thirty percent mockery, thirty percent coldness, and forty percent indifference.

He slowly spread his hands, and two Blades of Sanction burning with eternal flames appeared in his grasp.

"Eternally burning... Against a Tang San who's only level eight, that line doesn't fit. Better save it for later."

Zhu Rong shook his head, casting aside the thought of showing off as he considered how to deal with Tang San's attack.

Should he just auto-attack, or fight in close combat?

If he fought at close range, his current lack of Soul Power would put him at a disadvantage!

"Forget it. It'll be exposed sooner or later. I should just auto-attack!"

With that thought, Zhu Rong slightly raised his right hand and slashed at Tang San, who was more than ten meters away!

"???"

"???"

Tang San, who was charging toward Zhu Rong, and Tang Hao, who was watching from nearby, were both dumbfounded!

No, even if you didn't know how to use a sword, you wouldn't swing it at an enemy from this far away, would you?

It was Tang Hao's first time seeing the Blades of Sanction, and he felt that the two swords seemed strangely familiar!

Especially the attributes emanating from the swords, which involuntarily reminded Tang Hao of his battle with Qian Xunji six years ago!

Fortunately, the Blades of Sanction differed somewhat from the Angel Holy Sword. The Blades of Sanction resembled two long spikes, with relatively slender blades.

The Angel Holy Sword, a soul skill released by the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, was different. Its blade was wider, more like a greatsword.

"Holy attribute, fire attribute! I never expected this brat's Martial Soul to possess the exact same attributes as the Angel Clan!"

Tang Hao frowned at this thought, but he quickly relaxed.

The Angel Spirit was the Angel Spirit. Zhu Rong's Blades of Sanction had come from a mutation; their attributes merely happened to match those of the Angel Spirit.

One could be considered a "beast" Martial Soul, capable of Martial Soul Possession.

The other was a "tool" Martial Soul, incapable of Martial Soul Possession.

No matter how he thought about it, Zhu Rong's Martial Soul could not possibly have mutated from the Angel Spirit.

How could a "beast" Martial Soul mutate into a "tool" Martial Soul? No matter how it mutated, it couldn't change that drastically!

Besides, Zhu Rong's second Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer!

"Zhu Rong, Zhu Rong, I nearly misunderstood you!"

Tang Hao shook his head, clearing away the stray thoughts in his mind as he focused on watching the two children's "soul duel."

Yet Tang Hao did not know that Zhu Rong's Martial Soul truly was an Angel Spirit!

It was simply not a Six-winged Angel. His Martial Soul was Judgment Heavenly God Kail.

The Blades of Sanction before him were merely Kail's weapons.

Back to the scene: when Tang Hao saw Zhu Rong swing his sword at Tang San from afar—

"No, even if Zhu Rong doesn't know how to use a sword, he wouldn't swing it from this far away..."

"Holy shit!!!"

Before Tang Hao could finish complaining, he realized something was wrong!

"Ah..."

Golden flames erupted from Tang San's body, burning his clothes. The scorching heat made Tang San scream instantly!

It was too bizarre!

Zhu Rong had merely swung his sword from afar, yet flames had burst out on his body.

"Little San, didn't expect that, did you? My Mutated Sword Martial Soul can attack from range!"

"Little San, feel the cleansing of Sacred Fire!"

After sneering at him, Zhu Rong swung the Blade of Sanction in his left hand at Tang San once more.

At the same time, the already meager Soul Power in his body diminished further.

If Zhu Rong were in peak condition, he could probably use around a hundred "normal" attacks. But things were different now; he only had about one-tenth of his Soul Power left.

After using two normal attacks, the Soul Power in Zhu Rong's body was nearly depleted!

But Tang San did not seem capable of enduring until he used a third normal attack!

After Zhu Rong used the normal attack, golden flames silently appeared out of thin air on Tang San's body!

No matter how Tang San rolled on the ground or slapped at the flames, it was useless. The golden Sacred Fire seemed determined not to stop until it had cleansed Tang San.

Zhu Rong still knew his limits. He had not directly applied the Sacred Fire to Tang San's body, but to Tang San's clothes instead!

"Damn it! What kind of flames are these? Why can't they be put out?"

After struggling for more than ten seconds, Tang San finally gave up on his clothes...

"This brat..."

Tang Hao's old face twitched incessantly.

With his cultivation, he naturally knew Zhu Rong had held back. Otherwise, Tang San would not still be alive and kicking.

"Little San, now you know how formidable I am, right!"

Zhu Rong was quite surprised as well. He had never properly tried attacking with the Blades of Sanction before.

After these two attacks, Zhu Rong had gained some experience.

As long as the locked-on target did not leave his "attack range," he could hit wherever he pointed with incredible precision.

Each time the Blades of Sanction used a normal attack, the minimum consumption was roughly one percent of Zhu Rong's current Soul Power reserves.

He could also increase the Soul Power output to enhance the quality of the Sacred Fire. Enhancing its quality naturally meant increasing the Sacred Fire's power.

Seeing Tang San's "miserable" state, Zhu Rong curled his lip disdainfully and gave Tang San the nickname "Silkworm Baby."

"Back on Sea God Island, Dai Mubai and the others said Tang San was well-endowed. They must have been fooling Tang San, right? After all, Tang San had limitless prospects, so they couldn't afford to offend him..."

"Wait, could it be that they're even smaller than this Silkworm Baby, Tang San..."

At that thought, Zhu Rong subconsciously called out to Tang San:

"Silkworm Baby!"

Hearing Zhu Rong's words, Tang San froze slightly. At a loss, he glanced in the direction of Zhu Rong's gaze...

Tang San: ...