Tai Tan, You Have Courted Death! What a Huge Misunderstanding!

Flender's breath hitched slightly.

He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Zhao Wuji beside him.

Both of them had deep doubts in their eyes.

The Clan Head of the Strength Clan has always lived a secluded life, never getting involved in sect disputes on the continent, and rarely setting foot in Heaven Dou City.

Why have they come to the Blue Tyrant Academy with such a terrifying aura today?

Tai Tan was a massive, imposing figure.

Standing in the center of the Central Plaza, it resembles an immovable mountain.

The surrounding noise was gradually subsiding.

Zhao Wuji's Soul Power transmitted a message precisely into Flender's ears.

"It's Tai Tan, the current Clan Head of the Strength Clan, a pure strength-type Soul Master. In terms of physical strength alone, I'm no match for him."

Flender also used his Soul Power to send the words back.

"Old Zhao, do you know why Tai Tan suddenly came to the Blue Tyrant Academy?"

"They can't possibly be here to stand up for Tai Long, can they? A few days ago, Tai Long was publicly beaten up by Tang San at the Academy."

"Surely not... It's just Sparring spar between juniors, why would a Soul Douluo powerhouse personally come knocking on our door?"

"Not necessarily. The Strength Clan is notoriously simple-minded and fiercely protective of its own."

The two had barely finished communicating telepathically.

The Tai Tan in the center of the Central Plaza finally made a move.

His gaze swept over Tai Long, who was cowering to the side, a hint of sternness in his eyes.

Tai Long instinctively shrank back, his earlier arrogance completely gone, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Tai Tan's gaze swept past Tai Long, across the entire arena.

"Does Blue Tyrant Academy have a student named Tang San?"

His voice, imbued with Soul Power, resonated like a booming bell echoing across the Central Plaza.

"Answer me!"

The previously noisy crowd in the Central Plaza suddenly fell silent.

All eyes turned to Tang San, who had just stepped into the Central Plaza.

"?"

Flender was stunned.

Dai Mubai looked puzzled.

Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the rest of their companions all stood there, stunned.

All their eyes were on Tang San.

His eyes were full of doubt.

What trouble has this guy gotten into this time?

Even a Soul Douluo- level powerhouse personally came to him for help?

Given Tang San's past history of causing trouble, Dai Mubai and the others who were familiar with Tang San subconsciously had this thought.

"..."

Tang San's face paled even more than before.

They really came looking for me!

Yu Xiaogang turned his head, his brows furrowing even more, and asked, "Xiao San, do you know this Soul Douluo powerhouse?"

Tang San shook his head, his voice hoarse. "I don't know him."

"But I know his grandson, Tai Long. He challenged me not long ago and I made a fortune from him."

His unease grew stronger.

Either they were people arranged by Lin Qingmo, or they were protecting Tai Long and standing up for him.

Either way, it would be a devastating blow to him right now.

Soul Douluo is no pushover.

"I'll ask one more time, is Tang San here?"

Tai Tan's voice rang out again, even louder than before.

This time, the oppressive force was even stronger.

Many of the students at the edge of the Central Plaza, whose cultivation levels were low, were directly forced to sit down on the ground by this oppressive force.

Tang San took a deep breath.

He finally stepped outside.

I know I can't keep the fact that I'm Tang San a secret for long.

He walked step by step through the automatically parting crowd, reached the center of the Central Plaza, and stood a few meters away from Tai Tan.

Tang San did not rush to introduce himself, nor did he show the slightest respect.

His voice was hoarse as he asked, "What do you want with Tang San?"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

Are you crazy?

Tang San was merely a Soul Ancestor, yet he dared to speak to a Soul Douluo- level expert in such a tone?

Not only did they not give an honest answer, but they also dared to ask the other person a question in return.

Tai Tan's brow furrowed.

Displeasure was evident on his face.

He came to see the Young Master.

All you need to hear is whether they are there or not.

I didn't come here to hear a junior question him in this tone.

"Where did this little brat come from, daring to question me like that? You're asking for death!"

Tai Tan took a step forward.

One step and it landed.

"Click!"

The bluestone pavement beneath my feet is cracked with a dense, spiderweb-like pattern.

A terrifying pressure swept over Tang San.

This oppressive force was not a mental shock, but a pure and extreme form of physical pressure.

It acts directly on the physical body, affecting every meridian through which the Soul Power flows.

"Hmm!"

Under the immense pressure, Tang San's body arched uncontrollably.

His Soul Power surged wildly, and three Spirit Ring immediately lit up beneath his feet, attempting to resist this all-pervasive pressure.

However, his Soul Power was like paper in the face of power at the level of Soul Douluo.

It had just begun to circulate when it was forcibly forced back into the Dantian.

The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had barely emerged from the palm when it was crushed back by the oppressive force.

The moment the spiritual power of the Purple Demon Eye was released, it was bounced back, and a sharp pain shot through his mind.

"Snap."

The crisp sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent Central Plaza.

Tang San's knees were forced to bend under the pressure.

He knelt upright on the bluestone slab in front of the Tai Tan.

"Bang!"

Gravel flew everywhere.

The broken stone fragments were embedded in the flesh of his knee.

Blood seeped out, staining the stone slab in front of him red.

"Hateful!"

Tang San blushed.

He wanted to hold on.

He wanted to stand up.

No matter how much he channeled his Soul Power or tensed his muscles, he couldn't budge the terrifying force pressing down on him.

"..."

The onlookers were even more terrified.

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to breathe heavily.

He was terrified that if he made the slightest move, he would end up like Tang San.

"Puff!"

Finally, a mouthful of blood spurted from Tang San's mouth.

Bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes, which were bloodshot and filled with overwhelming humiliation and rage.

Having lived two lives, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

In front of everyone, he was forced to his knees in one move, without even the slightest chance to resist.

Apart from the Tang Sect elders, no one could treat him like this!

This person has already found a way to die!!!

Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground, spitting blood, and a barely perceptible glint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

He had been holding this grudge for far too long.

Seeing Tang San in such a miserable state, he had no intention of pleading for him.

Instead, I almost burst out laughing.

The corners of Dai Mubai's and the others' mouths also involuntarily curled up slightly.

He had previously been injured by Tang San's Hidden Weapon, losing face in public and unable to hold his head up in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

He had been looking for an opportunity to get revenge.

However, Tang San's Hidden Weapon were too unpredictable; if he used his full strength, even Teacher Zhao would be injured.

Seeing Tang San being forced to his knees and coughing up blood, I felt incredibly relieved.

Ma Hongjun curled his lip. "You two, master and apprentice, always act like you're the best in the world. Now you've met your match, haven't you? You deserve it!"

Oscar had already put away the Sausage he'd been eating halfway through.

Looking at Tang San kneeling on the ground, he felt a sense of relief.