Zhi Lin, the Soul Douluo, showed no restraint at all.
Right from the start, he unleashed �-level Soul Power suppression.
Tang San felt as though his entire body was being squeezed from all sides by shields, and a pained expression appeared on his face.
Rage rose in his heart. How was this testing his strength? This was clearly personal! Zhi Lin wanted to force him to his knees in one go.
Tang San gritted his teeth and roared, directly activating his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
"Hm?"
Zhi Lin, the Soul Douluo, was slightly taken aback. Tang San's response had clearly exceeded his expectations. His gaze turned cold as he directly increased his Soul Power by � levels. The suppression of Level 43 Soul Power crushed down on Tang San from all directions.
Master's expression darkened as he snorted. "This is going too far! Such a sudden surge in Soul Power will damage Xiao San's foundation!"
"A genius must naturally accomplish what others cannot! Otherwise, why would we give you so many special privileges?"
The corner of Zhi Lin's mouth curled up. Dragon Duke and Snake Grandma's arrogance, along with Little Jiu's dismissive attitude, had already angered him. He intended to make things difficult for them, so his actions were no longer quite so fair.
Tang San's body swayed rhythmically, and the Blue Silver Grass in his hand moved along with it. He unexpectedly deflected the force with ease, looking even more relaxed than before.
Zhi Lin, the Soul Douluo, stared in astonishment, clearly struggling to accept reality.
Little Jiu, however, understood that this was a technique of using four ounces to redirect a thousand pounds.
Little Jiu took a sip of the tea Meng Yiran had brought over and mocked, "Hey, old man, did you skip a meal or