Tang San Falls Short Against Meng Yiran, Zhao Wuji Seizes the Soul Ring by Force

"What is it?"

Zhao Wuji stood with his arms folded across his chest and spoke blandly, his Seven Soul Rings pulsing up and down, radiating an overwhelming sense of intimidation.

Snake Dowager Chao Tianxiang quickly said, "Respected Soul Sage, this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is ours, and we were the ones who began hunting it."

"There are two wounds on the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's abdomen, inflicted by my cane. There are also wounds beneath its wings."

"All of this proves it."

Zhao Wuji lowered his head for a look, and sure enough, it was true.

But there was no way he would hand over the Soul Beast just because of that.

Zhao Wuji swiftly asked for the other party's identity. The moment he learned that she was one half of the famed Peerless Dragon Snake, he was instantly shocked.

His eyes involuntarily swept the surroundings, searching for any sign of Dragon Duke Meng Shu.

But if Meng Shu had been here, he would have stepped out long ago.

Chao Tianxiang then asked Zhao Wuji for his name. When she learned that he was the notoriously infamous Immovable Ming King, she too froze for a moment.

A wave of lingering fear rose in her heart. Luckily, she had revealed the Peerless Dragon Snake's name first. Otherwise, he might have simply killed them outright.

Next, the Two People continued arguing over ownership of the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.

Finally, Chao Tianxiang proposed the customary solution of the Soul Master World: let their disciples compete for it.

Oscar was a Support System Soul Master and had no Combat Ability.

At that moment, Tang San stepped forward on his own initiative, intending to fight in Oscar's place with his Level 28 Soul Power.

Just like in the original plot, Chao Tianxiang naturally agreed.

If her granddaughter could not even defeat someone whose Soul Power was two levels below hers, then she would have nothing to say.

Both sides swiftly retreated, clearing a space for Tang San and Meng Yiran to fight.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level 29, two-ring Battle Soul Master."

"Meng Yiran, Martial Soul: Serpent Cane. Level 30, two-ring Battle Soul Master."

The instant Meng Yiran finished speaking, a strand of Blue Silver Grass suddenly burst from the ground and lashed toward her body.

Tang Sect Secret Skill, Sneak Attack!

He had mastered this move to perfection.

Thick blue-black Blue Silver Grass surged up from the ground without warning, instantly binding Meng Yiran tightly.

Spikes protruded from the Blue Silver Grass as the Paralysis Toxin activated at once.

"You've lost!"

Tang San was extremely confident.

Meng Yiran's first and Second Soul Rings flashed. Her body slipped swiftly out from the Blue Silver Grass like a swimming snake.

The Snake Blade extended from the Serpent Cane in her hand and shot straight toward Tang San.

Tang San lowered his body and dodged the Snake Blade.

Then he struck Meng Yiran in the chest with his palm.

"Ah!"

Meng Yiran let out a shriek, filled with Shame and Anger.

Several People from Shrek Academy stared wide-eyed, especially Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar.

"He just went ahead and touched her?"

"Tang San's got some moves."

"I should go too."

Ma Hongjun grinned lewdly, drool spilling from his mouth.

"Die!"

Meng Yiran cried out sharply.

Her Serpent Cane suddenly thrust upward.

Tang San immediately tried to dodge again.

But his Soul Power was insufficient. Compared to the original plot, he was ultimately still one level lower.

His speed was just a fraction too slow.

With a muffled bang, the Serpent Cane grazed past him and heavily struck Tang San's right arm.

The Snake Blade spat out, and blood streamed down. The sleeve on his right arm was instantly dyed red with blood.

"Tang San!"

Zhao Wuji cried out in alarm at the sight.

Meng Yiran stepped forward again. Planting her Serpent Cane against the ground, she leaped into the air and launched a kick straight at Tang San's face.

Bang!

The kick struck solidly, sending Tang San flying before he crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Hah!"

Meng Yiran let out a long breath. Her brows lifted slightly, the corners of her lips curling upward, her face brimming with satisfaction. She had finally vented her anger properly.

Zhao Wuji and the others swiftly surrounded Tang San.

The sleeve over his right arm had been soaked through with blood, and a huge shoeprint had appeared on his face.

The pattern was crystal clear. Anyone who did not know better might have thought a shoe had grown from his head.

"Quick, eat my Big Sausage."

Oscar hurriedly pulled out his Big Sausage.

"Yue!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Tang San, already somewhat weak, immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Everything went without saying.

Though Tang San had not said a word, Oscar felt as though he had suffered ten thousand points of critical damage.

"Second Brother, hurry and eat some grass."

Tang Lin hastily stuffed a strand of Blue Silver Grass into Tang San's mouth.

Then, gripping Tang San's chin and head, she pressed and shoved them around in a flurry.

"Te! Te! Te!"

Tang San mumbled indistinctly through his mouthful.

"Second Brother, what are you saying?"

Tang Lin asked in confusion, releasing him.

Tang San was finally able to speak normally.

"Sister, I'm not dead. I'm still alive—I can eat by myself."

"You held down my head to help me eat, and I bit my tongue."

"Teng! Teng! Teng!"

Tang Lin smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry, I thought you were dead. I was just flustered because I was worried about you."

Once a Blue Silver Grass Leaf entered his stomach, its pure Life Energy swiftly healed Tang San's injuries.

His right arm, which had been bleeding profusely, visibly returned to normal. However, the shoeprint on his face did not disappear.

It would probably be there for a while.

"Zhao Laodi, it looks like you've lost."

Snake Dowager Chao Tianxiang's previously furrowed old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

"Your disciple has already lost."

"Then shouldn't this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent be given to us?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the thing in his hand, let out a cold laugh, then shook his head.

Snake Dowager Chao Tianxiang's smile had not even lasted a few seconds before it suddenly froze.

"Immovable Ming King, what do you mean by this?!"

"We agreed just now that, according to the rules of the Soul Master World, whichever side's disciple won would receive this Soul Ring!"

Zhao Wuji's face twitched.

"Sorry, I'm not from the Soul Master World. I don't follow that rule."

Snake Dowager Chao Tianxiang stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji.

Her voice was Ice Cold.

"Zhao Laodi."

"My old man is nearby. Do you need me to have him come and talk with you?"

Zhao Wuji smiled without any warmth.

"If Dragon Duke were here, I don't think there would be any of these so-called Soul Master World rules today."

"I would definitely present the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent with both hands."

"But you said it yourself—Senior Dragon Duke isn't here right now."

"Isn't the rule of the Soul Master World that whoever has the bigger fist has the right? If I weren't the one standing here today, would there still be any so-called rules of the Soul Master World?"

Snake Dowager clenched her silver teeth.

"Fine!"

"I will remember what happened today!"

As though he had not understood Chao Tianxiang's threat at all, Zhao Wuji casually tossed the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent to Oscar.

"Brat, hurry up."

Oscar was instantly overjoyed. He drew his knife and plunged it into the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's vital spot.

"Grandmother!"

Meng Yiran stamped her foot.

"Let's go. We'll find Grandfather first!"

Chao Tianxiang snorted coldly and swiftly departed with Meng Yiran.

"Immovable Ming King, the green hills remain and the waters flow on. We'll meet again."