He's on, Tang San is on

Chapter — Tang San stepped up.

"Mom~"

Xiao Wu rushed out from behind.

Completely ignoring that Qian Renyu had already closed in on the pit, she jumped straight into it.

With a face full of heartache and worry, she helped Liu Erlong up from the pit, letting the barely breathing woman lean against her.

Gently wiping the mud from Liu Erlong's face with one hand, she stared at Qian Renyu with a gaze that could devour a person.

In that moment, she completely forgot she was a hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast, forgot that this was Martial Soul City, the place on the entire Douluo Continent with the most Title Douluo.

Then Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong rushed out from behind as well, forming a line in front of the pit.

Every gaze was filled with hostility, all of them watching Qian Renyu warily from close range.

They paid no heed to Qian Renyu's status—at this moment, they only saw him as an enemy.

Qian Renyu's face was utterly calm as he looked at the Shrek Seven Devils standing before him, minus Tang San.

But most of his attention remained fixed on Liu Erlong and Xiao Wu.

"A hundred-thousand-year soul beast, quite confident in herself. Does she think that just because Dugu Bo didn't see through her back then, no one in the world can?"

"Lovesick Heartbreak Red can conceal a soul beast's aura—she probably doesn't know that. So it must be pure arrogance, believing no Title Douluo under heaven can see through her true form."

Qian Renyu mused to himself, fragments of memory surfacing.

He vaguely recalled that in his memories, Tang San's group had gone to Heaven Dou Royal Academy and met the three education committee members.

Xue Beng, playing the fool, had called in Prince Xuexing, who then brought Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, onto the scene.

Back then, Dugu Bo's focus was entirely on Tang San, paying little attention to Xiao Wu, so he never noticed her identity as a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

That incident had become the foundation of Xiao Wu's overconfidence.

Qian Renyu felt no pity for her arrogance or the so-called tragic fate awaiting her.

There were plenty of miserable people in the world—he wasn't about to sympathize with Xiao Wu's plight.

The world was fair. If you played the fool, you paid the price.

On the city wall.

Yu Xiaogang, seeing that Qian Renyu was about to settle accounts with Liu Erlong for trying to rescue him, began to struggle wildly in midair.

His sun-scorched body thrashed, the hemp rope swinging as he slammed into the wall again and again.

"Qian Renyu, don't you dare lay a hand on Erlong!"

"Qian Renyu, if you've got the guts, come at me! Erlong is innocent!"

Yu Xiaogang struggled frantically, his voice ringing out like a golden bell, trying to pull Qian Renyu's attention away from Liu Erlong.

After half a month of this, he had figured out a few things.

Qian Renyu was decisive and ruthless. The only reason he hadn't acted against him directly was likely because of Bibi Dong.

As long as Bibi Dong was still in Martial Soul City, Qian Renyu wouldn't truly harm him.

With that confidence, diverting Qian Renyu's attention seemed like a safe bet.

Qian Renyu glanced at Yu Xiaogang, reading his thoughts, and replied without turning his head:

"Yu Xiaogang, you're a prisoner now."

"Do you think you have any right to make demands of This Seat?"

"Hang there quietly. Your little schemes mean nothing to me."

With that.

Qian Renyu raised the Sword of Doom and Slaughter.

A faint trace of soul power surged along the blade, and an almost despair-inducing aura of Judgment crackled around it.

Ning Fengzhi's expression grew heavier and heavier as he watched the Shrek Seven Devils standing between Qian Renyu and Liu Erlong.

Especially when he saw his own precious daughter among them, he couldn't catch his breath.

He wanted to step in and stop this, but he held back.

This was no longer a personal matter—it was between Martial Soul Hall and the invaders from Shrek Academy.

Earlier, he could have let Sword Douluo act because the situation hadn't escalated. Now it had.

Ning Fengzhi was torn. As the current sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he couldn't make a rash decision on something like this.

Getting involved in this affair would be disastrous for the sect.

But staying out of it meant Ning Rongrong would face Qian Renyu as one of the Shrek Seven Devils.

Torn, truly torn!

Ning Fengzhi felt exhausted—on one side, his sect; on the other, his beloved daughter.

"Fengzhi, look at Tang San!"

At that moment, Sword Douluo's low voice sounded in Ning Fengzhi's ear.

Ning Fengzhi snapped back to reality and followed his gaze toward Tang San, who still hadn't made a move.

Liu Erlong was wounded, and six of the Shrek Seven Devils had already acted in succession—only Tang San remained motionless.

By all logic and reason, this didn't add up.

Ning Fengzhi looked over and saw Tang San maintaining a silent, contemplative expression. For some reason, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Uncle Sword, it seems Tang San must have a plan. Otherwise, he wouldn't be this composed."

"Perhaps from here on out, we can watch Tang San take the stage. The way he looks now, he's brimming with confidence!"

Ning Fengzhi said softly, suppressing the urge to intervene as Qian Renyu prepared to strike Liu Erlong.

Qian Renyu overheard the exchange between Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, and watched as Tang San ended his silence and walked toward the pit.

A faint, mocking smile crept across his utterly indifferent face.

Tang San's current demeanor was brimming with confidence, and Qian Renyu wasn't surprised by it.

From everything he knew, Tang San had always been like this—convinced he could hold every thread of fate in the palm of his hand.

This version of him was no different from the usual Tang San, always wearing that look of someone who believed he could decide the outcome of everything.

Meeting Qian Renyu's calm gaze, Tang San walked up to the edge of the pit. Seeing Xiao Wu and the others about to speak, he gestured to them and said, "Leave the rest to me."

Xiao Wu and the others hesitated for a moment, then let their anxious hearts settle, placing their full trust in Tang San.

After calming them down, Tang San glanced at Liu Erlong, who was severely injured and could barely move.

He took a deep breath, and the moment he looked at Qian Renyu, a sharp gleam burst from his eyes.

Beneath that piercing gaze, it was as if he intended to overturn everything in that instant. His voice, brimming with absolute confidence, was forced out word by word through clenched teeth:

"You're afraid of our Shrek Academy, aren't you?"

"In the preliminary rounds of the tournament, our Shrek Academy performed flawlessly!"

"And now, you're using this excuse to eliminate the 'threat' of Shrek Academy ahead of time."

"Are you trying to rig the championship of the Spirit Master Tournament finals through Martial Soul Hall?"