Each Harboring Ghosts

Bai Yuan looked toward Tang San and met a pair of venomous eyes.

Six years ago, Bai Yuan had nearly killed Tang San, and Tang San had held a grudge ever since. Just now, Bai Yuan had nearly killed him once again.

Tang San now intended to settle both old and new grudges at once, utterly kill Bai Yuan and Bai Yu, and have them wanted by the entire world!

However, Tang San, whose eyes had been blinded by hatred, failed to notice the change in how Xiao Wu looked at him.

Whether Bai Yuan and Bai Yu were Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts who had reformed, as a genuine Reformed Soul Beast herself, she naturally knew better than anyone.

How could Reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts retain the same appearance?

How could they be so powerful while still looking six or seven years old?

How could they use soul skills without displaying soul rings?

"He's lying. My disciple and I are absolutely not Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that reformed. Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that reform turn into children, grow up like normal people, and need soul rings to use soul skills." Bai Yuan still tried to struggle.

Tang San sneered. "Everything you said is false. You claim you aren't a reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Then release your martial soul. Everyone knows that every person on the Douluo Continent possesses a martial soul. Those without one can only be Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that reformed."

Bai Yuan's expression darkened.

Not having a martial soul meant they were Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that had reformed?

Clearly, reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had martial souls!

Yet neither he nor Bai Yu had one.

And even more fatal was the fact that everyone present believed Tang San's words, because they too did not know whether reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts possessed martial souls.

"That's right. Release your martial souls and let us see."

Someone in the crowd spoke up.

"Yes, release your martial souls."

"Hurry up and release them!"

"It's only a martial soul, not your lives. What are you dawdling for?"

Seeing that Bai Yuan remained motionless, the crowd took the opportunity to question them while once again forming an encirclement.

Even the members of Canghui Academy, who had previously stood on Bai Yuan's side, now revealed undisguised greed on their faces.

"Reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts have martial souls. She's the real Reformed Soul Beast!" Bai Yuan said.

Bai Yuan pointed at Xiao Wu beside him.

Xiao Wu's expression shifted slightly, but when everyone turned their gazes toward her, she quickly regained her composure.

"Stop slandering me here. Those without martial souls are the Reformed Soul Beasts!" Two yellow soul rings rose beneath Xiao Wu's feet.

The crowd immediately withdrew their gazes.

Clearly, they all believed that someone with a martial soul was unlikely to be a reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, while someone without one was far more likely to be one!

Bai Yuan was furious.

Why did this group refuse to believe the truth and only trust their own judgment? They were simply idiots!

A faint smile appeared on Tang San's face, and a thin layer of purple emerged in his eyes as he slowly raised his right hand.

Deep blue light surged forth, and a clump of deep blue grass suddenly grew out of thin air from his palm.

Two yellow soul rings rose from beneath Tang San's feet at the same time, circling around his body.

"Everyone, look at how he's dawdling. He must be a reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Let's attack together!"

The hall immediately became noisy as all kinds of martial souls were released and soul rings rose one after another.

For a moment, lights of every color blazed brilliantly.

The five youths from Canghui Academy who still had combat strength, along with the woman whom Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had verbally teased, also released their soul rings. Their soul rings were all the same color: one white and one yellow.

The most eye-catching person in the hall was still the Middle-aged Man from before. After releasing his martial soul, all four of his limbs shrank by a third, while his back bulged high into a massive shell.

Black light flickered across his body. White, yellow, yellow, purple, purple—five soul rings in total rose from beneath his feet and revolved around him.

A Soul King, an expert above level fifty!

Everyone was utterly shocked. Even Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were briefly stunned.

After all, Soul Kings were already rare soul masters on the continent, and their strength was exceptionally formidable. In some kingdoms, they could even be granted the title of viscount or count.

However, this also greatly boosted their confidence in this hunt. On the other hand, some were worried about how they could obtain the reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts for themselves.

Ning Rongrong was one of them.

After all, those were Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings and Soul Beasts, things even her two uncles did not possess. What was more, there were two of them here.

As a spoiled princess who did not enjoy studying, Ning Rongrong knew little about soul beasts and was naturally fooled by Tang San as well.

Zhao Wuji, hidden in the shadows, was even more so. He also trusted Yu Xiaogang's disciple more when it came to analyzing soul beasts.

However, Zhao Wuji did not rush out to compete for them.

Because seizing the two reformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts here would be no different from courting death.

A common man was innocent, but possessing a treasure made him guilty.

Holding two living Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts would get even an ordinary Titled Douluo hunted to death, let alone a mere Soul Saint like him.

"Blue Silver Grass, Entanglement!"

Tang San launched the first attack. Thick blue-black vines spiraled out in rings, surging toward Bai Yuan from all directions as his figure vanished along with them.

Bai Yuan's gaze turned cold. A Spiritual Weapon Longsword appeared out of thin air. His five fingers clenched around the hilt, and as he swung the blade, several flashes of sword light streaked past, severing every vine around him.

Yet the tea fragrance carrying a faint sweetness seemed endless along with the vines, continuously rising from every direction.

Bai Yuan slashed again, this strike directly tearing apart all the vines blocking his view and bringing Tang San back into his sight.

With his sword in hand, Bai Yuan charged straight at him.

A purplish-red line of fire suddenly shot toward him head-on.

Bai Yuan snorted coldly. "Disperse!"

That single word seemed to contain terrifying power. Not only did it blast the surrounding vines back in all directions, but the fireline, which bore the brunt of that sonic force, scattered outright.

Bai Yuan did not slow down, his sword still pointed directly at Tang San.

Another figure stepped in front of him at that moment.

It was none other than Dai Mubai!

His first Soul Ring flared brilliantly, forming a circle of white light that enveloped him.

Immediately after, Dai Mubai's only Thousand-Year Soul Ring lit up, and even the air around his body began to distort.

His pair of evil eyes turned blood-red. His body, already made burly by White Tiger Possession, expanded again. Muscles bulged across his frame, and the clothes on his upper body burst apart completely.

Bai Yuan's sword came down.

Dai Mubai brought his hands together and actually caught the blade between them.

"Courting death!"

Bai Yuan clenched his left hand and, in an instant, drove a punch into Dai Mubai's abdomen. Terrifying force erupted, sending his tall body flying like a kite with its string cut.

Everyone watching sucked in a breath.

A three-ring Soul Elder—moreover, a genius Soul Elder with the optimal Soul Ring configuration—had failed to last even a single exchange after activating a Thousand-Year Soul Skill.

If that punch had landed on them, even if it did not kill them, it would have left them permanently crippled.

"Since you all believe him, then come at me! My creed is this: whoever wants to kill me, I will kill them!" Bai Yuan, whose attack had been blocked, swept his gaze around the area, his voice icy.

Bai Yu glanced at the flying Dai Mubai. A short sword suited to her petite frame also appeared in her small hand.

"Hmph!"

The Middle-aged Man at the side said coldly, "This Hundred-Thousand-Year Reformed Soul Beast possesses, at most, the strength of a Four-Ring Attack-Type Soul Master. I'll handle the defense. You all coordinate and take him down."

Oscar had also fed Dai Mubai a Recovery Great Sausage by then, allowing him to regain some of his condition.

"As expected of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that reformed. Not only does he possess the strength of a Four-Ring Attack-Type Soul Master, but he also has the speed of an Agility Attack-Type Soul Master." Dai Mubai barely managed to stand as he sighed.

At the same time, he was warning the others.

"Where's Teacher Zhao?" Ma Hongjun suddenly looked around.

Zhu Zhuqing said coldly, "Teacher Zhao may not be here. We'll have to rely on ourselves for this."

Dai Mubai walked over to Zhu Zhuqing's side. "Let's join forces this time?"

Back then, he had fled the Star Luo Empire out of fear of his elder brother. But if he could obtain two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones now, he had every confidence that he could kill his way back!