Tang San's Defeat! Doubting His Life Once More

"If you want to witness my brilliance, that depends on whether you have what it takes!"

Hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Ma Hongjun immediately muttered, "This guy is pretty arrogant."

"If you had his strength, you'd be even more arrogant than him!"

At that, Dai Mubai shot Ma Hongjun a glance.

Though he was a little older, Feng Xiaotian was still a Soul King—an exceptionally powerful one at that.

At such a level, he stood head and shoulders above the rest in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.

Dai Mubai might have been proud and acted as though no one was worthy of his attention, but he was not stupid.

There would be no teachers backing him up during the tournament, so it was better to show some respect when facing an opponent like Feng Xiaotian.

Even Dai Mubai was like this, let alone the other Shrek Seven Devils. Only Xiao Wu watched Tang San on the Arena, a trace of concern flashing through her eyes.

After hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Tang San snorted. "You'll find out what I'm made of soon enough."

At that moment, following the Referee's command, Tang San began his attack.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Silver Prison!"

Tang San first summoned his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and unleashed his strongest control-type Soul Skill at present, Blue Silver Prison!

In an instant, several layers of black Blue Silver Grass formed a cage around Feng Xiaotian, as though they intended to trap him to death within.

After his battle with Shui Wuchen, Tang San had realized that Blue Silver Prison was still far too fragile against an expert of Shui Wuchen's level and could be broken with ease. Thus, when he faced a formidable opponent like Feng Xiaotian once more, he did not hesitate to cast several layers at once.

"Got him!"

Seeing Feng Xiaotian trapped, Tang San was overjoyed. He immediately switched his Martial Soul to the Clear Sky Hammer and charged toward Feng Xiaotian.

Yet, faced with the Blue Silver Prison that had enclosed him layer upon layer, Feng Xiaotian merely flicked it lightly with a finger.

Crack~

The next moment, countless tiny cracks rapidly spread across the black pillar he had flicked, soon covering the entire strand of black Blue Silver Grass.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian nodded slightly. "Pretty sturdy."

That strike of his had been comparable to the full-force blow of an ordinary Soul Ancestor, yet it had failed to break the Blue Silver Prison. This showed that an ordinary Soul Ancestor would still need to spend some effort to shatter Tang San's Blue Silver Prison.

"But..."

Suddenly changing his tone, Feng Xiaotian's yellow Soul Ring emerged and faintly lit up. "If you think this is enough to trap me, Feng Xiaotian, you're still far from it!"

A phantom of a green wolf's head appeared above his left shoulder. As his first Soul Ring lit up, sharp wolf claws extended from both hands, and he casually swept them forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

Ten half-moon-shaped green wind blades shot forth with piercing shrieks through the air.

Tang San's prized Blue Silver Prison was instantly pierced through by the attack. Countless strands of black Blue Silver Grass fell to the ground and turned to ash.

Moreover, after breaking through the prison, those wind blades did not vanish. Instead, they continued toward Tang San.

"What?"

Seeing the wind blades suddenly appear before him, nearly sealing off every path of escape, Tang San was greatly alarmed.

He had never expected one of his greatest supports, the ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass Soul Skill, to be broken so easily.

For a moment, Tang San even began to doubt whether he should continue cultivating his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

However, the thought vanished in an instant, because he had something more urgent to do—defend against Feng Xiaotian's nearly lethal attack.

Tang San then shifted his feet lightly, pushing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit as several wind blades passed straight through his afterimages.

"Interesting footwork. But this doesn't seem to be a secret technique of the Clear Sky Sect, and your Soul Rings didn't light up either. Could this be a Self-Created Soul Skill?"

Seeing Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Feng Xiaotian could not help but praise him.

Even Feng Xiaotian was seeing a Self-Created Soul Skill like this for the first time, one that relied entirely on neither Martial Soul nor Soul Skill.

Yet even Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track could not truly evade Feng Xiaotian's wind blade assault. After dodging several, the remaining wind blades still reached him.

Clear Sky Hammer, Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique!

The hammer shadows in Tang San's hand swung out, immediately knocking away most of the remaining wind blades. Yet two or three still broke through his defense.

"Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique is a fine hammer art, but your level is too low."

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian shook his head and turned to slowly walk off the Arena.

Just as he had taken a few steps, Tang San's voice came from behind him. "Where are you going?"

"You can still speak?"

Feng Xiaotian turned around in surprise. Behind Tang San, eight dark purple spears resembling spider legs had appeared.

It was these suddenly appearing spears that had blocked the potentially fatal attack for Tang San.

"Oh? Another new Self-Created Soul Skill?"

But Feng Xiaotian quickly realized something, his pupils shifting slightly. "No, that's not right! Could this be an External Soul Bone?"

"What? An External Soul Bone?"

After hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air and stared in Tang San's direction in shock.

At the same time, greed flickered in the eyes of quite a few people looking at Tang San.

An External Soul Bone was an exceptionally rare type of Soul Bone. It could even grow stronger along with its Soul Master, and its value was no less than that of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Such a treasure was on the body of a mere Soul Ancestor. Was that not a complete waste?

Tang San naturally sensed those greedy gazes. Though he had long anticipated the current situation, his expression still darkened as he snorted inwardly.

Then, aided by the Eight Spider Lances of his External Soul Bone, Tang San's speed surged as he charged toward Feng Xiaotian.

"Good!"

Feng Xiaotian's fighting spirit rose at the sight of a worthy opponent. Green light flared around him, and the green wolf head above his left shoulder let out a howl. Then, his body turned into an afterimage as he met Tang San head-on.

Seeing this, Tang San circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill with all his strength. The Clear Sky Hammer and Eight Spider Lances were both poised to strike, ready for a peak battle against Feng Xiaotian.

In an instant, Tang San's shadow and Feng Xiaotian's green afterimage passed through one another, stopping more than ten meters apart.

"I won..."

However, before Tang San could finish speaking, the Eight Spider Lances behind him shattered into fragments that scattered across the ground. Tang San lost consciousness as well and fell face-first toward the ground.

Seeing this, a trace of disappointment flashed through Feng Xiaotian's eyes. Before an absolute gulf in strength, even Twin Martial Souls and an External Soul Bone could do nothing.

Even his casual attack had already exceeded Tang San's limits.