If Tang San hadn't had such good talent, and if he hadn't been the disciple of his close friend Yu Xiaogang, Chen Fei wouldn't have wanted to get involved in this mess!
"Dean, I'm not leaving! What will happen to Xiao Wu if I go?"
"You foolish child. Xiao Wu is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Grandmaster should have told you how tempting a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is to a Soul Master. You saw what happened just now. They even dared to offend Spirit Hall. Do you think they'll simply give up a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring that's already within their grasp?"
However, despite Chen Fei's earnest attempts to persuade him, Tang San remained unmoved.
Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan smiled. "Dean, since your student is so devoted, I don't mind giving him a chance!"
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Chen Fei had a bad feeling.
"Tang San, if you can withstand three of my moves, I'll let you take that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with you!"
At Yang Ziyuan's condition, Chen Fei thought Tang San still had a pretty good chance.
After all, in his eyes, Yang Ziyuan didn't seem much older than Tang San.
Even if Yang Ziyuan also had Innate Full Soul Power, he couldn't possibly defeat Tang San.
When he had helped Tang San hunt for his Second Soul Ring, he'd seen the other boy's strange and unpredictable methods for himself!
Still, to be cautious, Chen Fei asked, "Young master, what's your rank?"
Yang Ziyuan gave a teasing smile. At his command, his Soul Rings appeared one after another: purple, purple, purple, black, red!
"A Soul King?! And he has a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?!"
Chen Fei had already suspected that, as the son of a Titled Douluo, Yang Ziyuan couldn't be weak. But he'd never imagined that Yang Ziyuan was even stronger than he was!
To reach Soul King at such a young age and possess a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—he was a monster!
Tang San, standing nearby, wore a grim expression too.
Could he really withstand three moves from a Soul King with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?
As the thought crossed his mind, he instinctively touched his wrist.
Perhaps that thing could help him!
Yang Ziyuan remained unfazed by Chen Fei's astonishment.
If he hadn't yet completed his Third God Trial, he could have added another Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
He'd happened to break through to level 60 on the way to Nuoding City!
"Xiao San, this is a fight you can't win. You should give up. As long as you're alive, there's always hope!"
Coming back to himself, Chen Fei urged him in a low voice.
Given Yang Ziyuan's strength, Chen Fei couldn't see any chance for Tang San at all!
Even if Tang San had an array of unpredictable attacks, he still couldn't withstand Yang Ziyuan's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill!
Besides, Yang Ziyuan was a Soul King! If they really fought, Chen Fei wouldn't be able to save Tang San with his Soul Ancestor strength!
For Tang San's safety, he thought it best to give up.
"I know this is a fight I can't win. But for Xiao Wu, I'm willing to try! Otherwise, I'll never forgive myself!"
Tang San took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
The people around them heard Tang San's words. Some admired him, while others mocked him for overestimating himself.
"Tang San, don't embarrass yourself. He's a Soul King with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. What makes you think you can challenge him?"
"Don't say that! Tang San may be weak, but he hasn't abandoned Sister Xiao Wu. For that alone, I, Hu Hansan, respect him as a man!"
"Hmph, he's just too proud to back down. Let's see if he's still so cocky after he's beaten to a pulp!"
As the crowd chattered, a faint trace of scorn appeared at the corner of Tang San's mouth.
These noble scions were so fickle!
They'd been cowed by his and Xiao Wu's strength before. Now that he'd fallen from favor, their true colors had come out at once.
"Dean, don't worry. I'll do my best. I won't let you down!"
With that, Tang San took a deep breath and walked straight toward Yang Ziyuan.
Yang Ziyuan's expression turned cold, and his eyes gleamed with icy light.
With Tang Hao away, should he take this chance to get rid of the problem once and for all?
After a moment's thought, he gave up on the idea.
Killing Tang San now would do him more harm than good!
There were too many people present. If he killed Tang San, his reputation would be ruined.
And if Tang Hao came looking for him afterward, he'd be a troublesome opponent.
Yang Ziyuan might not fear Tang Hao anymore, but the Breaking Clan was another matter!
For the clan, nothing was more terrifying than a Titled Douluo hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike back!
So, if he wanted to get rid of Tang San for good, he had to kill Tang Hao first!
Yang Ziyuan felt a little disappointed at the thought.
Why wasn't Tang Hao staying by Tang San's side?
If he had, Yang Ziyuan could have wiped them both out in one go!
But remembering the purpose of his trip, he could only hope that Tang Hao was guarding the Blue Silver Emperor.
Then, looking at Tang San in front of him, Yang Ziyuan could only sigh inwardly. "Sigh! At this point, I can only collect a little interest from Tang San."
"Are you ready? I'll begin as soon as you are!"
Tang San cupped his hands. "I'm Tang San, my Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a level 23 tool-type Grandmaster. Please, enlighten me!"
"Good! First move: Third Soul Skill, Origin Regression!"
As soon as he spoke, a black hole appeared behind Yang Ziyuan.
A beam of dark light shot out of it and sped toward Tang San.
Tang San didn't dare be careless. He immediately used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge the beam.
The next second, a black mark appeared on his forehead.
The corners of Yang Ziyuan's mouth lifted slightly. In a low voice, he said, "Absorb!"
The black hole behind him suddenly unleashed a powerful suction force.
Strangely, it seemed to have no effect.
As everyone wondered what was happening, they noticed that Tang San was already drenched in sweat!
Terror filled Tang San's eyes as he looked at Yang Ziyuan.
How terrifying! This guy could drain the Soul Power from his body!
Feeling that less than a tenth of his Soul Power remained, Tang San felt his heart sink.
Yang Ziyuan had used only a thousand-year Soul Skill, yet Tang San was already in such a sorry state.
If Yang Ziyuan used a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill, would Tang San stand a chance of surviving?
It seemed he had to strike first!
Yes, he would attack before Yang Ziyuan could finish his Soul Skill.
That way, he wouldn't have to endure the attack and could quickly get through the three moves!
With that in mind, Tang San quietly placed his left hand on the Silent Sleeve Arrow on his right wrist.
Yang Ziyuan had seen every little move he made.
It was obvious what Tang San was planning.
After all, that stinking rabbit had just used one herself!
But Yang Ziyuan didn't care.
His Black Hole Martial Soul gave him all the confidence he needed!
"Second move: First Soul Skill—"
Seeing Yang Ziyuan about to use his First Soul Skill, Tang San hurriedly pulled the trigger of the Silent Sleeve Arrow.
The next second, a small arrow shot straight toward Yang Ziyuan.
But things didn't unfold as Tang San had expected.
Just as the arrow was about to hit Yang Ziyuan, it suddenly changed direction and was absorbed by the black hole behind him!
But it still had no effect.
While Tang San stood there in a daze, Yang Ziyuan's Abyssal Demon Prison had already engulfed him.
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