Despair

Xiao Die frowned, worried about Ye Lan. "Big Brother, good luck!"

Ye Lan's lips curled slightly as he said confidently, "Dealing with this trash won't take thirty seconds!"

Golden light emerged from Ye Lan's body, and eighteen strands of Golden Blue Silver Grass coiled around him.

A deep yellow Soul Ring and a purple Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.

"Ye Lan, Blue Silver Grass, a level twenty-one Life System Soul Master!"

When more than a dozen golden vines nearly thirty centimeters thick sprang forth, Wang Gao and the other two were already thoroughly shocked.

"What kind of martial soul is that? Why does it feel like it's on a completely different level?!" Wang Gao swallowed hard.

Just as Zhao Li asked Wang Gao what they should do, the three of them saw the yellow and purple Soul Rings slowly rise from the blond youth's feet.

Dense beads of sweat instantly broke out from their pores, and their palms turned pale.

"A second Soul Ring at the... thousand-year level?" Li Zhuang stammered out a fact the three of them could scarcely believe.

The ordinary onlookers did not understand the significance of a purple second Soul Ring.

"Can this young man win? How can two Soul Rings fight seven Soul Rings?"

"Hard to say. The vines he summoned are clearly extraordinary! Vines this thick would leave anyone black and blue if they got hit!"

"But I heard that young man is only a level twenty-one Soul Grandmaster. He definitely can't beat a level thirty-one Soul Elder!"

Before even a few seconds had passed, while the crowd had yet to reach a conclusion—

Wang Gao's face twisted as he lost control and roared furiously, "What kind of joke is this?! Blue Silver Grass? A thousand-year second Soul Ring?! You're a Soul Elder in disguise, aren't you?! Which Sect or family are you descended from?!"

Ye Lan could not be bothered to answer Wang Gao's barrage of questions. He merely enjoyed watching the three of them break down.

Meanwhile, Li Zhuang had been so frightened by Ye Lan's Soul Ring configuration that he stood completely frozen in place.

The fat Zhao Li's face darkened, and he steeled himself. "Boss, what's there to fear? Soul Rings can't be hidden! He's only a level twenty-one Soul Grandmaster, while you're a Soul Elder! Are the three of us really afraid we can't beat one person?"

"Think of Sister-in-law! No matter what, we've already offended him. We might as well cripple him and flee to Star Dou! We're Soul Masters—wherever we go, won't we live well?"

Wang Gao gradually calmed down from his fright. He felt that Fatty was right, so he decided to go all the way!

"Fatty, Skinny Man, attack together! Use your strongest Soul Skills!"

Only a few seconds had passed since Ye Lan summoned his Blue Silver Grass, yet the trio of Soul Elders had already finished discussing their plan.

During those few seconds, Ye Lan enjoyed their moment of panic while also guarding against them doing something desperate.

If the three of them attacked the bystanders indiscriminately to threaten him, Ye Lan would have to hold back.

Wang Gao charged ahead first, and the yellow Soul Ring closest to the thousand-year level lit up.

Wang Gao's black eyes instantly turned blood-red. The pair of Bull Horns atop his head shone white, their tips seeming like sharp round daggers!

The Bronze Bull lowered its head and bent forward, aiming the tips of its horns at Ye Lan while its hooves stomped incessantly against the ground.

"Wild Bull Charge!!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!!

Li Zhuang charged alongside Wang Gao. His yellow Soul Ring lit up, and the wooden stick in his hand instantly turned into black iron, growing half again as long.

"Metalization!"

"Tiger Roar Ripple!" Zhao Li remained where he was and used his yellow Soul Ring skill. Opening his bloody mouth, he spat out white ripples in an attempt to restrain Ye Lan.

Ye Lan watched as the three finally made their move, all of their attacks aimed directly at him.

He no longer had any reservations. He could not feel the slightest threat from the three of them.

"Azure God Prophet!"

Ye Lan used six strands of Blue Silver Grass to summon two Blue Silver Priests.

He then used the remaining Blue Silver Grass to weave an impenetrable net, directing it at the white "Tiger Roar Ripple."

Ye Lan now possessed the passive Soul Skill—Eight-Faced Exquisite Heart. In the past, he would not have been capable of controlling the Blue Silver Grass with such precision.

But things were different now. Weaving a dense net was effortless for Ye Lan.

The Blue Silver Priests burst from the ground in the directions Wang Gao and Zhao Li were charging from. Wang Gao was extremely confident in his Wild Bull Charge!

Wang Gao planned to smash straight through the Blue Silver Priests before him. After all, he had rammed through plenty of thick trees in the past, so he did not believe vines less than half a meter thick could offer much defense.

Li Zhuang, meanwhile, chose to go around the Blue Silver Priests before him, intending to attack Ye Lan directly, where no Blue Silver Grass surrounded him.

On the other side, the yellow ripple energy sphere Zhao Li released was stopped by the dense net Ye Lan had woven. Only a small amount of white energy seeped through its tiny gaps and reached Ye Lan.

As for the remaining white "Tiger Roar Ripple," Ye Lan felt only as though a breeze had brushed past him!

After being filtered through the Blue Silver net Ye Lan had woven, the "Tiger Roar Ripple" had become so weak that Ye Lan could not even tell what Zhao Li's ripple was supposed to do.

But since he had already blocked it, Ye Lan activated the Eight-Faced Exquisite Heart and instantly dismissed the net.

Once it was dismissed, more than a dozen strands of Blue Silver Grass surged toward Zhao Li, engulfing him. As Zhao Li watched the dozen-plus strands race toward him—

His small round eyes widened at his Boss. Zhao Li was at a loss; his strongest Soul Skill had actually achieved no effect at all!

Zhao Li turned and ran, intending to abandon Wang Gao.

Unfortunately, Zhao Li was completely within the Blue Silver Grass's range of control.

Zhao Li was neither an Agile Attack Soul Master nor possessed any Soul Skill that could boost his speed.

Before long, Zhao Li was wrapped up by more than a dozen strands of Blue Silver Grass, bundled into a Blue Silver Grass mummy.

If Ye Lan had not wanted to keep the scene from becoming too bloody and had not held back the Blue Silver Grass's strength, Zhao Li would have been instantly crushed into a pulp of blood.

Even the Thousand-Year Soul Beast Ancient Beast's Touch could not withstand such treatment, let alone a mere Zhao Li.

Meanwhile, Li Zhuang, who had gone around the Blue Silver Priest, was congratulating himself on making the right decision. He assumed the thicker golden vine was simply a stationary, living target.

Li Zhuang's right foot was suddenly hooked by the bent end of the Blue Silver Priest.

The Blue Silver Priest was thickest at its roots, while its tip was the thinnest and most flexible.

Like an Octopus Tentacle, the Blue Silver Priest's tip tightly gripped Li Zhuang's ankle.

Li Zhuang felt as if something had wrapped around his ankle and was about to turn around to look. Suddenly, he felt his balance completely collapse. In his vision, the ground flipped into the sky, and every point of reference shattered apart.

After wrapping around Li Zhuang, the Blue Silver Priest had instantly lifted him into the air.

Li Zhuang was lifted upside down, head toward the ground and feet toward the sky, but the Blue Silver Priest did not stop. It kept swinging him around as though shaking the bell on a cat teaser wand.

Hanging in the air, Li Zhuang felt as though he was undergoing fighter pilot training. The Metalized Wooden Stick he had been gripping tightly had long since slipped from his hand.

Having never experienced a roller coaster before, Li Zhuang's mind was completely flooded with fear.

No, it could not be called a roller coaster. A roller coaster was nowhere near this exciting.

Ye Lan looked at the mischievous Blue Silver Priest and sighed helplessly.

Perhaps because Li Zhuang posed too little threat to Ye Lan, the Blue Silver Priest had treated him as a toy.

Wang Gao, the other one facing the Blue Silver Priest, was different.

Wang Gao charged confidently at the upright Blue Silver Priest, imagining himself smashing through the vine and ultimately crippling Ye Lan.

In reality...