Tang San's Withdrawal

The Blue Silver Overlord Spear, brimming with terrifying energy, shot straight at the bound Tang San!

Master Yu's face instantly turned pale as paper. He immediately understood Yao Yan's intention—he was forcing him to make a choice!

If he did not block this attack, Tang San would surely become estranged from him in the future.

But if he stepped forward to stop it, even if he survived, he would be half-crippled!

Just as Master Yu hesitated, a delicate figure darted out from the side. Ignoring the sharp thorns, she threw her arms around Tang San.

"Xiao Wu, get out of the way!" Tang San said anxiously.

He did not dare struggle, afraid the thorns would hurt Xiao Wu even more.

"No, Brother!" Xiao Wu stubbornly shook her head, tears glimmering in her eyes.

Watching this scene, Yao Yan felt somewhat moved. No matter what Xiao Wu's temper was like, her feelings for Tang San were indeed the most sincere.

His gaze shifted. Everyone around them had already retreated more than ten meters away, while Master Yu still stood where he was, wavering indecisively.

The corners of Yao Yan's mouth curved up slightly. The Blue Silver Overlord Spear abruptly changed direction in midair and shot straight toward Master Yu.

"Yao Yan, you bastard!" Seeing the spear coming at him again, Master Yu cursed loudly.

He hurriedly turned to flee, but several Blue Silver Vines silently drilled out of the ground. Like venomous snakes, they crawled up his body and instantly bound him into a dumpling, leaving him unable to move.

"Yao Yan! If you dare hurt my teacher, I'll never forgive you!" Tang San roared, his eyes bloodshot.

Yao Yan ignored him. Soul Power circulated through his hand, and the Blue Silver Overlord Spear did not slow in the slightest.

Today, he would thoroughly beat these two into submission, lest they cause endless trouble later!

"Luo San Pao!" Master Yu shouted urgently.

A Martial Soul with purple fur, oversized ears, and an appearance somewhere between a pig and a dog emerged from his body.

Two Yellow Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. Just as he was about to activate the first Soul Ring—

Yao Yan stomped his foot. The surrounding Blue Silver Vines instantly crawled over Luo San Pao's body, their sharp thorns piercing into it.

"Awoo—"

Luo San Pao let out a miserable scream, and unable to bear the pain, Master Yu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

And that was not all—the Blue Silver Overlord Spear had arrived!

Master Yu was now like a lamb awaiting slaughter, able only to watch helplessly as the Spear Tip stabbed toward him.

Mang Tianchi could no longer hold back and charged forward. A ruler appeared in his hand, and four Soul Rings beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

The students had all closed their eyes, their bodies trembling slightly. They did not dare imagine the bloody scene that would follow.

Just as Mang Tianchi was about to reach Master Yu, a Vine burst from the ground beneath his feet. With a light trip, he lost control and fell to the side.

It was already too late for rescue.

Master Yu closed his eyes in despair, yet the attack did not fall for a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, the Spear Tip had stopped just three inches from his brow!

Chilling waves of cold radiated from the Spear Tip, making his hair stand on end as cold sweat streamed down his face.

Everyone opened their eyes. Upon seeing this sight, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.

The Spear Tip hovered three inches away—what terrifying control!

This person was truly terrifying!

"Yu Xiaogang, you'd better behave yourself in front of me. Otherwise, it won't be this simple next time," Yao Yan said coldly, casually waving his hand.

The Blue Silver Overlord Spear traced an arc and crashed into the open ground of the Back Mountain!

"Boom—"

Smoke and dust billowed, rising into a three-meter-high mushroom cloud. When the dust settled, a deep pit five meters wide had appeared in the clearing!

Everyone stared blankly at the sight.

Was this really a Soul Skill unleashed by a Soul Master?

Tang San stood dumbfounded, not even noticing when the Vines around him had receded.

Looking at the five-meter-wide pit, a sense of helplessness rose in his heart. It seemed that even if he used Hidden Weapons, he still would not be able to defeat Yao Yan.

But why was the difference so great when they both possessed Blue Silver Grass?

Yao Yan raised a hand and waved. The Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet turned into Green Light, helping Tang San heal his injuries.

If Tang Hao had not been lurking in the shadows, he could not have been bothered!

The Green Light instantly enveloped Tang San, and he immediately felt an immense vitality spreading through his body.

The injuries across his Whole Body gradually healed, leaving not even a trace of a scar.

Tang San quietly watched Yao Yan, his thoughts churning. Why could his Blue Silver Grass both attack and heal? Could Teacher's theory... really be wrong?

Naturally, Yao Yan did not know what Tang San was thinking. Even if he did, he would not care.

He now had something more important to do—collect his reward!

That was a Storage Soul Tool, something only top-tier nobles could possess!

He strode forward to Mang Tianchi's side and held out his hand. "Headmaster, I've already won. It's time to honor the wager, isn't it?"

Mang Tianchi glanced at Yu Xiaogang and handed over his own Soul Tool.

He wanted to leave his old friend a little dignity!

But Yao Yan had no such intention. This Master Yu had provoked him time and again; he had to grind his dignity beneath his feet.

Though this Master seemed not to have much dignity to begin with.

Otherwise, why would he steal Spirit Hall's theories and shamelessly put his own name on them?

"Headmaster, we agreed earlier. I want that one." Yao Yan pointed at Tang San's Soul Tool, Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night.

"Hey! You brat..." Mang Tianchi immediately grew irritated.

This kid would not even give the headmaster any face.

"Headmaster, a bet is a bet. Everyone agrees, right?" Yao Yan turned toward the students, rallying public support.

Someone nearby chimed in, "That's right! A bet is a bet. What was agreed upon is what should be given."

Seeing the students stir up a commotion, Mang Tianchi could only hand the Soul Tool to him. Helplessly, he said, "Untie Xiao Gang already."

Looking at Master Yu, bound layer upon layer.

Yao Yan slapped his forehead and feigned embarrassment. "I nearly forgot about this Theory Master!"

He put heavy emphasis on the words "Theory Master."

Master Yu's face instantly turned livid, yet he did not dare lash out. That five-meter-wide pit was still right before his eyes.

Yao Yan snapped his fingers lightly. The Vines around Master Yu slowly contracted, burrowing underground and vanishing.

After finishing this, Yao Yan took the Soul Tool and turned to head down the mountain.

Wherever he passed, the students stepped aside one after another, clearing a path for him.

The river of stars glittered in the sky, and a full moon hung overhead, spilling moonlight that stretched his shadow long behind him.

"Yao Yan! Xiao San will defeat you one day!" Master Yu clutched his bloodied arm and shouted unwillingly, trying to salvage a shred of dignity for his disciple.

Yao Yan paused and looked back over his shoulder. "Enemies defeated by my hand have never been considered opponents. I'll give you time to catch up—until you can no longer see me even from afar."

With that, he walked away beneath the moonlight and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Back Mountain fell silent. Everyone was shaken by those words, staring in the direction he had left for a long time, unable to recover.

Then, with a thud, someone fell from a tree. "Ow! That was such a badass line. Full marks from me!"

Everyone came back to their senses and immediately burst into laughter. The Back Mountain was filled with cheerful laughter.

Tang San stepped forward. Seeing Master Yu's bleeding arm, he asked with concern, "Teacher, are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Master Yu shook his head. Seeing his disciple's dejected expression, he comforted him, "Xiao San, don't take a temporary victory or defeat to heart. I believe that in the future, you—"

"Teacher, don't say any more," Tang San interrupted. "If you're all right, I'll return to the dormitory first."

He directly took Xiao Wu's hand and went down the mountain.

Master Yu watched their backs and sighed inwardly. This blow was too severe. I need to find a way to talk him through it...