Tang San Gets Blasted

"A flying snake?" Zhao Wuji was slightly taken aback and continued asking, "What does it look like?"

He had naturally been the first to notice something approaching, then had Zhu Zhuqing climb the tree to scout.

Very soon, Zhu Zhuqing's voice came again. "It isn't flying very high, only about three meters above the ground. There's a fleshy crest on its head, seemingly even larger than its head, crimson like blood. Its tail is rather unusual, shaped like a fan."

Zhao Wuji's eyes immediately lit up. "It's a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. Oscar, you're in luck. This is the best possible choice for your third Spirit Ring."

Tang San then used Zhu Zhuqing's description of the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent to estimate that it was between thirteen hundred and eighteen hundred years old, making it just right for Oscar.

"It's here."

Before long, the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent crossed the vast distance and arrived before them.

For a moment, all kinds of strange colors flashed. Everyone unleashed a Soul Skill, and the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent was quickly held in Tang San's Blue Silver Entanglement.

But the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent suddenly became slippery, slipping free of Tang San's vines in an instant and darting more than ten meters away.

"Trying to run? Is it really that easy?"

Zhao Wuji sneered as his third Spirit Ring flashed. The Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's gravity abruptly increased severalfold. Its body stiffened for a moment, and its speed plummeted.

Zhao Wuji then used his fourth and fifth Soul Skills, completely restraining the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. Finally, he extended a bear paw and flicked its fleshy crest hard, knocking it unconscious on the spot.

Zhao Wuji handed Oscar a short blade. "Stab it in right beneath its fleshy crest. That will pierce its brain, and this Spirit Ring will be yours."

Oscar excitedly took the short blade and raised his hand to stab the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's fleshy crest.

Even now, Mu Zhe merely watched quietly, showing no reaction whatsoever despite Oscar about to steal Meng Yiran's Spirit Ring.

Sure enough, the scene from the original story appeared in the next moment.

"Stop."

A hoarse shout suddenly came from the distance. Immediately afterward, two figures rushed out from the direction the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent had flown from.

The Shrek group was slightly startled. An old woman and a young girl stood opposite them, glaring at them furiously.

What mildly surprised them was that six Spirit Rings circled beneath the old woman's feet. She was actually a Soul Emperor.

Meng Yiran glared angrily at the group, but when she saw Mu Zhe behind them, she froze for a moment before delight appeared on her face.

"Mas..." But just as she was about to call Mu Zhe by his title, a powerful yet warm stream of Soul Power landed upon her, instantly calming her down.

Then, a melodious voice entered her ears.

"Pretend you don't know me for now. Keep your expression natural."

"Your target has appeared. Defeat that handsome brat. Remember, use the Dragon Whisker Needles to hit him there..."

After Mu Zhe described the target area, Meng Yiran could not help looking at Tang San with a strange expression.

Her Master actually wanted her to use Dragon Whisker Needles to shoot that brat's little brother. It would not kill him, but he would probably never be a man again.

Hiss! How terrifying.

Over the past two days, Meng Yiran had obediently listened to Mu Zhe and practiced her hidden weapon techniques properly, especially the techniques for using Dragon Whisker Needles.

She naturally understood how terrifying Dragon Whisker Needles were.

But what choice did she have? This was her Master's mission.

Who told that brat to be so blind as to provoke her Master?

"What do you want?" Zhao Wuji glanced at the Snake Crone. Seeing the Serpent Cane in her hand and the Spirit Rings beneath her feet, he recalled someone, and his expression became somewhat gentler.

Dragon Duke and Snake Crone. Since the Snake Crone was here, the Dragon Duke was likely nearby as well.

But if they wanted him to hand over the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, they could keep dreaming.

"This old woman is Chao Tianxiang, known in the soul master world as the Snake Crone. My husband is Meng Shu, known as the Dragon Duke. This Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is the third Spirit Ring we hunted for my granddaughter. Return it to us at once."

The Snake Crone stepped forward, her voice somewhat cold.

Her cultivation was an entire major realm below Zhao Wuji's, yet she still dared speak so arrogantly. Her confidence did not come entirely from the Dragon Duke, but from Mu Zhe standing behind them.

As Mu Zhe's servant, Mu Zhe would surely side with her.

She was merely puzzled about why Mu Zhe was in this group.

Could it be... The Snake Crone suddenly had a faint suspicion.

Based on Mu Zhe's scattered words yesterday, perhaps Mu Zhe wanted the three of them—grandfather, grandmother, and granddaughter—to deal with these people.

"Immovable King, Zhao Wuji."

Zhao Wuji's tone also turned cold. After announcing his identity, he continued, "You claim you hunted it first. How will you prove it?"

Originally, he had held some slight reservations toward the Snake Crone's husband, the Dragon Duke. But he had not expected this old woman to show a Soul Sage like him no respect at all, even daring to order him to hand over the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.

Zhao Wuji immediately became somewhat angered.

The Shrek principle was that whatever reached their hands belonged to them. If anyone wanted them to hand it over, they had better bring greater strength.

But clearly, the Dragon Duke was not here. The Snake Crone was no match for him at all. By the time the Dragon Duke arrived, Oscar would have long finished absorbing the Spirit Ring.

Would the Dragon Duke and Snake Crone really hunt them down over an already absorbed Spirit Ring?

Besides, the Star Dou Great Forest's terrain was complicated. Hunting them down was hardly realistic.

"Look at the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's abdomen. There are two wounds there, inflicted by my cane."

"According to the rules of the soul master world, before a soul master has lost their ability to fight, other soul masters cannot forcibly steal their soul beast. We tracked it here, so even if you have subdued it, it still belongs to us."

The Snake Crone's tone remained icy, but that completely enraged Zhao Wuji. "Heh. You want to talk rules with me? There is another rule in the soul master world: the strong are respected. I have the right to dispose of this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent."

The Snake Crone's attitude had completely clouded Zhao Wuji's judgment.

He had even dared fight a Titled Douluo head-on.

Not to mention that, in his mind, the Dragon Duke's Soul Power Level might not even be higher than his.

What he truly feared was only the Dragon Duke and Snake Crone's Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"Are you truly unafraid of my husband, the Dragon Duke? Will you still insist on keeping this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent by force?"

The Snake Crone's eyes were cold as she rebuked him. When she saw the smile at the corner of Mu Zhe's lips, her confidence grew even stronger.

"Don't use the Dragon Duke to scare me. He definitely isn't here. Otherwise, you would not be wasting words with me, and he would have shown himself long ago."

"But I'm willing to give the Dragon Duke some face. We'll each send out a young person to fight. Whoever wins gets the serpent."

Even in the face of the Snake Crone's threat, Zhao Wuji still refused to yield.

However, he did not dare act too tough either. Once the enemy became overly forceful, he could not help becoming somewhat timid.

By shifting the conflict onto the younger generation, he could keep himself out of it.

But he believed in Tang San and the others' strength. They could easily defeat Meng Yiran.

"A duel between youngsters?" The Snake Crone narrowed her eyes, looking somewhat hesitant.

But then she saw Mu Zhe nod lightly, and her doubts vanished.

No wonder Mu Zhe had made Yiran practice that strange technique yesterday. So it had been for today's duel.

Still, she was shocked. Why did Mu Zhe seem to have foreseen this scene? He had clearly been standing behind everyone the entire time, doing nothing.

"Fine. We'll do as you say. A duel between youngsters. Whoever wins gets the serpent. But if you lose, don't go back on your word."

"Of course. I, Zhao Wuji, always keep my word."

Yet Zhao Wuji sneered inwardly. Tang San could even exchange several moves with him. How could he possibly lose?

Even if Tang San lost, Zhao Wuji would never hand over the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. This match was merely to make the Snake Crone accept the result.

"Tang San, you'll handle this match. If you dare lose, then hunt Oscar's third Spirit Ring by yourself."

Zhao Wuji then looked at Tang San, his voice cold.

Tang San nodded. Even if Zhao Wuji had not chosen him, he had intended to fight. The girl before him was exactly level thirty, while he was only level twenty-nine, making him the most suitable choice.

"Little San, we're counting on you."

"Don't worry. We're brothers. This Spirit Ring will definitely be yours."

As he spoke, Tang San stepped forward. "Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, level twenty-nine, two-ring battle Soul Grandmaster."

"Meng Yiran, Martial Soul Serpent Cane, level thirty, two-ring battle Soul Grandmaster."

Meng Yiran likewise announced her identity. Her eyes were icy as she stared at Tang San.

Leaving aside Tang San's attempt to steal her Spirit Ring, she could not possibly hold back because of Mu Zhe's command alone.

Meng Yiran's Soul Power suddenly surged. A serpent blade burst from her Serpent Cane, tearing through the air and arriving before Tang San in an instant.

Yet Tang San remained calm. He possessed several peerless techniques, and Meng Yiran's Soul Skill posed no threat to him whatsoever.

Sure enough, after they fought for only a short while, Meng Yiran began to show signs of decline and was gradually suppressed by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.

Meng Yiran's eyes burned with resentment, and she felt deeply unwilling to accept it. She had never expected Tang San, a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, to suppress her like this.

Fortunately, she had the weapon her Master had given her.

Suddenly, Meng Yiran's gaze turned ice-cold. Just as Tang San's Blue Silver Grass spread wildly toward her, several cold flashes burst from her hand and shot toward Tang San with lightning speed.

Tang San was slightly stunned. These... were several throwing darts?

Someone on Douluo Continent actually used hidden weapons too?

Though surprised, he did not take such crude darts and such immature techniques seriously at all.

A strange vortex of energy swirled around his hand. In the next instant, the darts all veered away at bizarre angles.

For no apparent reason, despite their slight change in direction, they all brushed past Tang San.

Seeing Tang San evade her darts, Meng Yiran did not lose heart. Mu Zhe's voice had been continuously sounding beside her ear.

Mu Zhe had already arranged how she should fight.

A smile curled onto Tang San's lips. Daring to play with hidden weapons in front of him was simply showing off before an expert.

But when he looked at Meng Yiran again, his pupils abruptly contracted.

Fuck!

He had failed to notice several faint golden flashes concealed behind those darts!

He had judged wrong. This woman's techniques were actually so practiced and sinister!

And those were fucking Dragon Whisker Needles!

At the thought of Dragon Whisker Needles, Tang San's body trembled uncontrollably. For some inexplicable reason, ever since encountering Dragon Whisker Needles several times at Shrek Academy, they had become a psychological shadow for him.

First, Mu Zhe had used Dragon Whisker Needles to frame him. Then he had used Dragon Whisker Needles to blast his brother Dai Mubai's balls.

And now, fuck! Meng Yiran was trying to blast his balls too!

Noticing the Dragon Whisker Needles' trajectory, Tang San's face instantly darkened. He could not help clamping his legs together, while an urge to urinate rose from below.

But just as Tang San wanted to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to evade, he was horrified to discover that the angles of those Dragon Whisker Needles were incredibly exquisite.

Moreover, they were remarkably similar to the techniques recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record...

In that case, avoiding all of them with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track alone would be somewhat difficult.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Pfft!" The sound of a Dragon Whisker Needle piercing flesh rang out. Tang San's face instantly turned livid, and his blood and qi surged violently for no reason.

Just then, he had used both Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

But unfortunately, Meng Yiran had planned ahead while he had not. He still failed to evade them all, and one Dragon Whisker Needle struck the root of his thigh.

"You actually used such a vicious weapon in a duel."

Tang San spoke angrily, his voice extremely cold. He glared hatefully at Meng Yiran, a trace of killing intent flashing through his eyes.

With Meng Yiran's attack just now, only he could barely evade it. If it had been anyone else, after taking five Dragon Whisker Needles, they would likely already be lying on the ground waiting to rot.

She had been aiming to kill!

"There is no distinction between good and bad weapons. What matters is the person using them. I'm fighting with everything I have for my future. What's wrong with that? Besides, before the duel, no one said weapons other than Martial Souls were forbidden."

But Meng Yiran replied coldly, without the slightest embarrassment.

It was merely a little lacking in martial ethics. But even if Mu Zhe had ordered her to kill the people before her, she would not have hesitated in the slightest.

"You..."

Tang San was furious, but he could not find any reason to refute her. After all, he often did this sort of thing himself.

He then nodded repeatedly and said coldly, "Fine. Since you said hidden weapons can be used, then I won't hold back either."

But before his words even fell, several more golden flashes appeared before him.

"You... you're utterly shameless!"

Tang San nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. He had never expected Meng Yiran to fire several more Dragon Whisker Needles while he was speaking.

If this had been his previous life, he would never have been ambushed by such a clumsy tactic.

But after twelve years of being influenced by Douluo Continent, he still had some martial ethics.

At the very least, without an absolute conflict of interests, he would never attack someone while they were speaking.

What shocked him even more was that Meng Yiran had so many Dragon Whisker Needles, tossing them out as if they cost nothing.

In his previous life, encountering even a single Dragon Whisker Needle had been immensely difficult. Throwing them around so extravagantly was something he would never have dared imagine.

Thus, he was ambushed once again.

But Mu Zhe felt no guilt whatsoever. He understood that there was an enormous gap between Meng Yiran and Tang San. If he did not let her use a few underhanded methods, it would be difficult for her to pose any threat to Tang San.

For a time, Tang San had no opportunity to take the hidden weapons from his Soul Tool. He could only scramble to dodge.

"Pfft!"

But this time, something that shattered Tang San's mind happened.

"Little San!"

"Third Brother!"

"Tang San!"

The Shrek group cried out in alarm from nearby.

Tang San's face was twisted in agony. Clutching his crotch with both hands, he curled up painfully on the ground. As though he had thought of something, two streams of tears could not help running down from the corners of his eyes.