Blue Silver Whip, Please Advise

Tang San's hands immediately surged with dense blue Soul Power. At the same time, he cut off the Soul Power supply to the Blue Silver Grass binding Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji immediately felt the sensation of his Soul Power being devoured vanish.

Curiously, he thought, Does this devouring effect require a huge amount of Soul Power to maintain? After this fight, I need to ask Tang San properly. If it consumes more Soul Power than it devours, then this isn't merely a useless soul skill—it's a suicidal one.

Which idiot had chosen this Soul Ring for him?

A faint smile appeared on Tang San's lips as the pale yellow Soul Ring behind him lit up.

The vine in his hand, originally as thick as a baby's arm, immediately grew thicker and longer, becoming even thicker than an adult's arm. Yet of the original four or five vines, only one remained.

It was not that Tang San did not want to create more; he simply did not have enough Soul Power.

Tang San performed another gentleman's bow. Where he came from, not just anyone could use such etiquette; only those of the highest status and rank were entitled to it. No one in this world knew that, so Tang San used it whenever he pleased.

"Teacher Zhao, Second Soul Skill, Blue Silver Whip, please advise!"

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, the Blue Silver Grass vine in his hand shot high into the air, reaching a height of four or five meters above the ground. Then Tang San shouted.

"Fall!"

The enormous vine came crashing down at Zhao Wuji below with enough force to destroy a small tree. Tang San felt that this move, paired with his First Spirit Ability, Blue Silver Entanglement, was simply invincible.

One control, one attack. Who could stand against that?

Zhao Wuji had originally thought Tang San's second soul skill might bring him some surprise, but now that he saw it, he found it rather ridiculous.

Wasn't this just using a Martial Soul to smash someone?

His Soul Power trembled lightly, and the Blue Silver Grass that had been tightly wrapped around him immediately shattered and fell to the ground. Zhao Wuji then stood still without moving.

Tang San was so frightened that he shouted!

"Teacher Zhao, run!"

Tang San thought Zhao Wuji had been scared senseless by his soul skill and was standing there frozen. If it struck Zhao Wuji directly on the head, wouldn't it kill him on the spot?

Although killing a Soul Sage with the strength of a Level 21 Soul Grandmaster would be enough to become the first glorious feat of his conquest of the world, if he really killed Zhao Wuji, he definitely would not be able to join this academy.

Adoptive Mother had said this academy contained something he needed. As long as he found it, he could continue raising his level quickly. Yu Xiaogang's recommendation alone was not enough to make him give up such a glorious achievement.

The spectators also tensed up. Although Zhao Wuji was a Soul Sage, a Soul Master's strength lay in possessing Soul Power, and their powerful defense also came from the Soul Power shields they condensed.

Soul Masters themselves were extremely fragile. Even a Titled Douluo could truly be killed by a soul skill unleashed by a Level 20 Soul Master if they made no defense at all.

Zhao Wuji stood motionless with a confident smile on his face. Even Li Chen had no idea what Zhao Wuji was planning.

But an instant later, everyone's eyes widened as far as they could go.

Tang San was not long enough!

He really was not long enough!

He fell just a little short, barely missing Zhao Wuji.

The thick vine swept past just one centimeter in front of Zhao Wuji before slamming heavily into the ground.

Silence fell over the scene.

Tang San clenched his fists tightly. He had already used all his strength, pouring every bit of his Soul Power into that attack. He had thought he could at least cause Zhao Wuji some trouble and injure him slightly, but he could not accept this outcome!

He was actually too short?

"Hahaha!"

"I'm dying of laughter! What kind of move was that?"

The few people taking the test tried their best to restrain themselves. After all, they were still teammates for now—sharing both glory and disgrace. But Dai Mubai, who was watching from the side, had no such reservations.

Dai Mubai was already in a bad mood. He had come to watch in hopes of seeing something entertaining, but he had never expected to witness such a hilarious scene.

When Tang San saw Dai Mubai clutching his stomach in laughter, his face immediately turned livid.

A barely concealed smile hung on Zhao Wuji's lips as he tilted his head toward the sky, trying hard not to laugh.

Boom!

An explosive blast rang beside everyone's ears. Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in shock as he saw something fiery red suddenly emerge from Li Chen's Martial Soul and fly toward him at a speed he could not react to at all.

Zhao Wuji had no time to activate his defensive soul skill. He could only barely condense an earthen-yellow Soul Power shield around his body.

The fiery red shell struck the shield. The seemingly solid Soul Power shield immediately turned to ash, and Zhao Wuji staggered several steps backward before falling onto the ground on his backside.

Once the ash on the ground dispersed, everyone finally saw Zhao Wuji's condition. His already messy hair had practically turned into a bird's nest, while his clothes were scorched black in many places.

It took Zhao Wuji half a minute to recover his senses.

In a flash, Zhao Wuji went from sitting on the ground to standing up, then rushed to Li Chen's side.

He grabbed Li Chen by both shoulders as though he had found some great treasure.

Zhao Wuji stared at Li Chen with blazing eyes. "What is this soul skill called? Its attack speed has reached the level of a Soul Douluo, and its power matches the full-force strike of a Soul Ancestor! If I weren't a defensive Soul Master, I really would have suffered badly under that hasty attack!"

"What? Attack speed at the level of a Soul Douluo!"

"A Soul Ancestor's full-force strike!"

Everyone gathered around in astonishment. Ning Rongrong in particular was closest to Li Chen, and she immediately grabbed his little face and examined it again and again.

Ning Rongrong swore that although she had seen many formidable Soul Masters, she had never seen such an outrageous Soul Grandmaster.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand as he looked at the exhausted Li Chen. "Don't crowd around him. If Li Chen's attack had not only been at the Soul Ancestor level, and if he truly were not a twelve-year-old child, I would have thought some Soul Douluo had disguised himself as a child to assassinate me."

"Good boy, why is your Martial Soul's attack speed so fast?"

Ning Rongrong cut in again, "Why is your Martial Soul's attack power so strong?"

"Don't rush, everyone. I'll answer your questions one by one," Li Chen said weakly.

He had been so high-profile this time partly so that Shrek Academy's teachers would see his extraordinary talent. Then they would praise Tang San as well, raise Tang San to an even higher position than him, and finally send him crashing down.

"Teacher, my Second Soul Skill is called Big Daisy Flower. It is a fire-attribute offensive soul skill."

"My Martial Soul is rather special. Its name is Soul Cannon."

Li Chen glanced at Zhao Wuji and asked with a smug expression, "Teacher, does that mean we passed this test?"