Making Trouble?

"Bastard!"

"How dare you hurt Xiao Wu!"

Tang San roared, soul rings flashing around him.

Blue Silver Grass shot straight toward Qian Renxue.

"First Soul Skill:"

"Entangle!"

Entangle?

Qian Renxue froze for a moment.

This kind of thing could count as a soul skill?

Wasn't this something Blue Silver Grass could do on its own?

It was her first time hearing that one needed to specifically waste a soul ring just to control Blue Silver Grass and bind an opponent.

What kind of divine logic had produced such a setup?

If something like this could be considered a soul skill, Qian Renxue felt that her Self-Created Soul Skills could be counted by the heap.

A swing of the Angel Sacred Sword could be called a Self-Created Soul Skill: Slash.

Flying with angel wings could be called a Self-Created Soul Skill: Soar.

There were countless examples.

Could there be some other amplifying effect?

Qian Renxue still found it hard to imagine that someone could truly be foolish enough to waste a soul ring slot on such a skill.

She swung the Angel Sacred Sword in her hand.

The Blue Silver Grass Tang San had unleashed was sliced apart as easily as chopping vegetables beneath the Angel Sword's edge, severed cleanly and decisively.

Fine, it really was nothing more than an ordinary Entangle.

Sensing that the Blue Silver Grass's toughness had not changed in the slightest, Qian Renxue was certain that the person before her was truly such an oddball, capable of pulling off something beyond her comprehension.

The last remaining member of the Shrek Seven Devils was this much of an oddball?

Qian Renxue was puzzled.

Why had Luo Li, for once, specifically reminded the Imperial Dou Team to be wary of this team?

Though she felt the Imperial Dou Team's talent was merely passable, far inferior to hers and Luo Li's.

But from what she could see now, dealing with these so-called Shrek Seven Devils was effortless.

She could not find a single thing worth being cautious about.

Seeing his Blue Silver Grass prove so utterly vulnerable before Qian Renxue's sacred sword, Tang San knew that relying on his useless martial soul was no longer an option.

He raised a hand, and the Soul Tool at his waist flashed.

One Hidden Weapon after another flew out, hurled by Tang San using the Tang Sect's unique Hidden Weapon techniques.

They traced bizarre arcs through the air as they flew toward Qian Renxue.

"What are these?"

Qian Renxue paused slightly as she watched the Flying Daggers, Poison Needles, and various other oddly shaped Hidden Weapons flying toward her.

She had never seen such peculiar throwing techniques before.

Was this why Luo Li had reminded the Imperial Dou Team?

Indeed, Qian Renxue could tell that these various Hidden Weapons posed a genuine threat to soul masters with cultivation levels no higher than those of the Imperial Dou Team.

But...

Before absolute suppression by strength, every method was merely a futile struggle!

Divine light blazed within her golden eyes.

Qian Renxue raised the Angel Sacred Sword in her hand.

Her soul rings flashed.

This was the first time she had used a soul skill in this spirit battle.

Blazing Sacred Flame enveloped the golden sacred sword, and the air beside its edge churned and rolled from the heat.

The sacred sword swung.

The sword radiance, carrying Sacred Flame of light, swept out like a crescent moon and met the dense barrage of Hidden Weapons Tang San had thrown.

The blazing Sacred Flame swallowed the dense rain of Hidden Weapons in an instant.

The Hidden Weapons forged from ordinary iron had no ability whatsoever to resist the angel's Sacred Flame.

In an instant, it was reduced to nothingness within the Sacred Flame.

The Crescent Sword Beam, carrying Sacred Flame, did not stop there. It continued flying toward Tang San.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and he could not help crying out in disbelief:

"How is this possible?!"

This golden-haired female Soul Emperor was far too powerful.

Tang San had imagined that since he had once exchanged blows with Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint,—

—even if he was no match for this golden-haired female Soul Emperor, he should at least have been able to cause her some trouble and avenge Xiao Wu.

Why were his Hidden Weapons so utterly useless?

In the stands—

Seeing Tang San's incredulous expression, Zhao Wuji slapped his forehead.

This kid... hadn't he really gotten too full of himself because of that entrance examination?

The gap between level twenty and level seventy was an enormous chasm.

The reason he had traded blows with Tang San back then, and had even been put at a disadvantage, was not because Tang San's Hidden Weapons could truly deal with a Soul Saint like him.

A large part of it was because, as the examiner, Zhao Wuji had needed to restrain himself and could not go all out.

But Qian Renxue did not need to do that!

This was the Great Soul Arena. She was his opponent in a spirit battle, not some examination teacher.

Qian Renxue did not care whether he was injured or not.

At most, since this was Luo Li's territory, she would avoid taking a life.

What was more, although Qian Renxue's cultivation was lower than Zhao Wuji's, her God-tier Martial Soul, the Six-winged Angel, made her combat power no weaker than his.

With a massive thirty-level Soul Power gap between them, it was only natural that Tang San's so-called Hidden Weapon techniques would be utterly vulnerable.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

Tang San reacted quickly. The moment he saw the Angel Sword beam carrying Sacred Flame flying toward him, he prepared to evade with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

But that strike was simply too fast!

Before he could make a move, the sword beam had already reached him.

The sword beam slashed heavily across Tang San's body, knocking him off the stage.

The Sacred Flame clinging to it scorched his body, leaving his skin like cracked charcoal.

Tang San crashed heavily onto the ground. His eyes were shut tight, and he had already lost consciousness.

"Xiao San!" Seeing his disciple in such a miserable state, Yu Xiaogang cried out and scrambled down from the spectator stands.

Tang San was his hope of proving his theories. Nothing could happen to him!

After his brief shock, Linde, the host, came to his senses and announced the result of the spirit battle.

"Imperial Dou Team wins!"

Yet Yu Tianheng and the others of Imperial Dou Team, despite being the victors, showed no excitement on their faces.

This spirit battle had basically had nothing to do with them.

They had gone onto the stage only to watch from the side, with no sense of participation whatsoever.

From beginning to end, Qian Renxue had taken on every enemy herself, leaving them no chance to act.

Qian Renxue showed even less excitement. Instead, she seemed somewhat disappointed.

The Hidden Weapons Tang San had used at the end were mildly interesting, but that was all.

Sure enough, in this Soul Master world, he was still the only one who could excite her.

Qian Renxue looked toward the figure on the high platform, resting his cheek on one hand as he watched the show. A certain emotion in her beautiful eyes grew increasingly intense.

Luo Li had long expected this outcome.

From the moment Qian Renxue wanted to enter the arena, the result had already been decided.

He withdrew his gaze and prepared to rise and leave, but the sudden commotion below drew his attention once more.

Seeing Tang San, in whom he had placed such high hopes, in such a miserable state, Yu Xiaogang had no intention of letting the matter end there.

"Flender, are you just going to watch as your student gets bullied?"

His eyes bloodshot, he looked at Flender.

He had completely failed to realize that when Ma Hongjun had suffered like this, he had not shown the slightest thought of caring for a student.

But Flender, his ultimate best bro, could always instinctively overlook such facts that were unfavorable to Yu Xiaogang.

Provoked by Yu Xiaogang, Flender—who already had the protective temperament of a street thug—remembered Ma Hongjun's miserable state, and his blood surged.

Seven soul rings appeared around him as he angrily attacked Qian Renxue, who had yet to leave the spirit battle stage.

"You vicious junior! Injuring my student won't end so simply!"

Zhao Wuji and the other teachers immediately joined the fray.

They were all the type to fiercely protect their own, and they did not care whether their side was in the wrong.

Austere's words made the Great Soul Arena's person in charge look grim.

He was only a Soul Emperor and no match for three Soul Saints. Even if he wanted to stop them, he was powerless to do so.

These bastards simply had no regard for the Great Soul Arena!

But the voice that suddenly rang out instantly put him at ease.

"Is that so?"

Two simple words rang clearly throughout the vast Great Soul Arena.

The invisible Spiritual Power made Flender and the others pause mid-action.

Under countless gazes.

A figure in white drifted down.