Tang's Syndrome (Please follow, following is very important)

"Old fool, a single word of disagreement is more than enough."

"I can't be bothered to waste words with you—you lot aren't even worthy of listening."

"Since you came looking for trouble on purpose, the three of you, grandfather and grandsons, can just die here today!"

"Martial Soul Avatar, Eye of Time and Space!"

"Spatial Control, Spatial Strangulation!"

Xia Wuyou struck directly from zero frames.

Beneath his feet, the spirit rings of Three Purple, Three Black, One Red blazed with light.

In his left eye's pupil and behind his back, a spinning Platinum Clock appeared, the left eye radiating a fierce platinum glow.

Facing the direction of Taitan and his two grandsons, Xia Wuyou clenched his left fist, and a powerful Spirit Power fluctuation erupted violently.

Then, a terrifying spatial force condensed abruptly, spreading outward from Xia Wuyou as its center. The air seemed twisted, crushed, and torn by an invisible hand.

"Damn it! You inherently evil little brat."

"How dare you insult my master—you've already earned the path to death!"

Hearing his master insulted, Taitan flew into a rage.

"Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Eighth Spirit Skill, Great Strength Divine Fist!"

The seventh and eighth spirit rings beneath him lit up. Taitan's body suddenly swelled several times over, transforming into a towering phantom of a Great Strength Ape several zhang high. Every hair stood on end, muscles bulged like steel, and the ground beneath him cracked into a web of fissures.

Taitan's right fist gathered terrifying spirit power, the punch's wind howling as it tore through the air, carrying the force to shatter mountains as it slammed toward Xia Wuyou.

But before Taitan could take a single step, the three of them—grandfather and grandsons—changed expression sharply. Before they could react, a tearing pain wracked their bodies.

"Aaaah! It hurts! What the hell is this thing?"

Taitan and his grandsons couldn't help but cry out in agony, their bodies seemingly twisted, crushed, and torn by some invisible force.

"Old fool, on the road to the Yellow Springs, you'll have your son and grandson for company. You won't be too lonely—rest in peace, all three of you!"

In that moment, the Strength Clan's so-called high-attack, high-defense Great Strength Ape Spirit was rendered useless before Xia Wuyou's spatial power.

Weak. So weak. Far too weak.

A mere Soul Douluo like Taitan wasn't even worth a single move—he didn't even stir Xia Wuyou's interest in using his time power.

In an instant, Tailong, only a thirty-ring Soul Elder, was killed by spatial strangulation. Then came Taino, a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint, who followed right behind because he hadn't had time to activate his spirit or rings.

In the blink of an eye, father and son were both slain by spatial power, their very bodies devoured by invisible spatial rifts, leaving not even a corpse behind.

"Aaaah! Tailong! Taino!"

Witnessing his son and grandson die horribly, Taitan's eyes bulged with fury, his teeth grinding. His heart-wrenching roar shook the very air around him.

"Xia Wuyou, you inherently evil little brat! You dared to kill my son and grandson, and left them without even a corpse—what vicious malice you have!"

"My precious grandson suffered injustice at your academy. I, as his grandfather, only came to seek justice—just to ask for the secret of absorbing spirit rings beyond your level. What right do you have to slaughter the three of us!"

Taitan suddenly erupted with Tang's Syndrome, his eyes bloodshot, breathing like a raging bull, roaring up at the sky.

Staring at Xia Wuyou at the gate, the murderous intent in Taitan's eyes was impossible to hide.

"Oh? And then? Is that your final words? In that case, die in peace! Don't keep your son and grandson, who died without a corpse, waiting too long down there!"

"Since the three of you came to cause trouble at my Yanhuang Academy, then your whole family has to die here too! Since you came together in one piece, you'll report to the Yellow Springs together in one piece!"

Xia Wuyou's gaze was icy, his voice devoid of any warmth. He clenched his left fist again. The spatial power coiled around Taitan instantly turned violent, like countless invisible blades, shredding his vaunted defenses to pieces.

"Xia Wuyou, I'll haunt you even as a ghost! Just you wait—the other four single-attribute clans won't let this go, and my master, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, will avenge me! When that day comes, you and your entire Yanhuang Academy will be buried with me!"

On the brink of death, Taitan roared with his last shred of strength, his eyes filled with venomous resentment and unwillingness.

As the spatial strangulation consumed him, searing pain swallowed his consciousness. His massive body rapidly disintegrated under the tearing of invisible forces.

In the end, Taitan, like Tailong and Taino before him, simply vanished into the spatial rifts, leaving only the lingering Spirit Power fluctuation in the air to prove he had ever been there.

Shock, fear, awe, worship.

All kinds of emotions churned and surged in countless hearts.

A Seven-Ring Spirit Saint and an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo—both instantly killed by Xia Wuyou, a young man.

It made countless onlookers question their own reality.

Even if his spirit ring configuration was powerful, even if he could fight above his level, even if this Seven-Ring Spirit Saint and Taitan the Soul Douluo had fought to a standstill—they could have accepted that.

But what they couldn't accept was that Xia Wuyou hadn't even gone through a battle process. With a mere gesture, he had killed Taino and Taitan in an instant.

This was too absurd! So absurd that countless people present simply couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Tailong: "Wait!"

"Did I just get forgotten?"

Inside a private room in the teahouse, Snake Lance Douluo let out a bitter laugh.

"Young Master, it seems Ci Xue's earlier analysis was correct."

"This Lord Xia Wuyou might really be from a Hidden Clan!"

Xia Wuyou's soul ring configuration of Three Purple, Three Black, One Red had already made many things abundantly clear.

A force capable of hunting a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would need at least three Title Douluo above level ninety-five.

Aside from their Martial Soul Hall, which possessed that many Title Douluo, no other power on the Douluo Continent could match up.

They had a clear count of every Title Douluo on the continent and were intimately familiar with all the major and minor factions.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only had that old dragon Yu Yuanzhen.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a bit stronger, with Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

As for the Clear Sky Sect, once the number one sect under heaven—a bunch of brutes who only knew how to swing hammers—they had no right to possess Time and Space Attribute Spirits.

Yes, you didn't see wrong, and you didn't hear wrong.

When Xia Wuyou used his Martial Soul Avatar, they realized that this mysterious young man controlled the Time attribute, which appeared once in tens of thousands of years, and the Space attribute, which appeared once in centuries.

This dual-attribute Spirit of Time and Space was something they had only read about in legendary texts, suspected to be the Time-Space Power that only a Deity could perfectly master.

"It seems I need to adjust my mindset and plans as well."

Watching Xia Wuyou, who had become the center of everyone's attention, even Qian Renxue had to set aside her pride and re-evaluate this mysterious man of unknown origin.

Her Six-winged Angel Spirit was incredibly powerful, and her innate Soul Power of level twenty was enough to make her look down on everyone on the continent, but Xia Wuyou was an exception.