A Dramatic Turning Point! Tang San Sneak Attacks, Fighting Dirty!

[Daddy Douluo]: Holy shit!

[Daddy Douluo]: Hiss—!

The two abrupt messages were like stones dropped into a still lake.

Everyone in the Chat Group was still reeling from the shock of Million-Year Soul Beasts, god-level beings, and the Rakshasa God's warped mind.

Lin Qingmo's sudden cry instantly interrupted all serious discussion.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: A-Qing, promise me you won't keep making such a fuss, okay?

Liu Erlong's message popped up with a helpless smile.

Those god-level revelations had just made her scalp go numb. She needed a moment to recover.

[Bingbing]: What are you up to now?

Far North.

Ice Empress impatiently flicked her Scorpion Tail.

She had nothing but disdain for these humans' overreactions.

[Daddy Douluo]: Ahem, I won't say much. See for yourselves.

Lin Qingmo replied quickly, barely suppressing his amusement.

[Daddy Douluo]: "Image"

A clear photo appeared on the Chat Group's Light Screen.

Then—

The entire group fell silent.

Dead silent.

Three seconds later.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Pfft—Hahahaha!!!

Liu Erlong was the first to burst out laughing, slapping the table and howling with laughter in her Blue Tyrant Academy office.

The scene in the photo was simply too dramatic.

Tang San had dried blood at the corner of his mouth, his face so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.

Yet there was a trace of sickly delight in his eyes as he slowly rose from the ground.

Across from him—Dai Mubai was curled into a ball, his entire body bent like a cooked shrimp.

Both hands were clamped tightly over his bloodied crotch, his knuckles squeezed white.

His face was pale as paper, veins bulging across his forehead like twisted earthworms.

His features had completely distorted from the sheer agony, his bloodshot eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

He looked both miserable and ridiculous.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on before getting clubbed over the head.

[Little Witch]: My god... what happened?!

By the street.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her eyes wide and round.

She had just been processing all that god-level information, and now this photo had completely stunned her. Looking at the scene itself left her even more shocked!

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: ...

Inside the inn.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the photo, her expression becoming especially complicated.

She should have felt satisfied—her fiancé, who had abandoned her, had gotten what he deserved.

But seeing Dai Mubai in such a miserable state, she somehow felt... a little sorry for him?

That thought vanished in an instant.

Serves you right!

She said coldly to herself.

[The Pope Herself]: This... is unexpected.

Bibi Dong raised a brow from her throne, a trace of surprise flashing through her Purple Eyes.

She had never expected a fight between teenagers to escalate this far.

[Bingbing]: Hmph, human males are just that fragile.

[Heavenly Snow Woman]: ...

Snow Empress silently watched the photo, her cool face expressionless.

But upon closer inspection, one could see the corner of her lips twitch slightly.

Even the foremost of the Three Kings of the Far North was struggling to hold it together.

The turning point had begun a few minutes earlier.

While Lin Qingmo was enthusiastically explaining the Ten Great Beast Kings and god-level beings in the group—

The unnoticed battle over a room in the Rose Hotel lobby had reached a critical stage.

At first, Tang San and Dai Mubai had indeed fallen into a stalemate.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was exceptionally resilient, coiling and Binding like venomous snakes.

The Paralytic Toxin it carried made Dai Mubai's movements increasingly sluggish.

Although Dai Mubai's Soul Power had reached level thirty-seven, eight levels above Tang San's level twenty-nine.

Without using his thousand-year Third Spirit Skill, he truly could not break free from those annoying vines anytime soon.

Tang San, meanwhile, was constrained by their Soul Power gap—his toxin was not potent enough to inflict real damage on Dai Mubai after he activated White Tiger Protection Barrier.

The two were like men trapped in a swamp, neither able to defeat the other completely.

"Kid, you're pretty good."

Dai Mubai panted heavily before suddenly speaking.

A haughty smile appeared on his face, though there was a hint of acknowledgment in his eyes.

"You've forced me to use my Third Spirit Skill. You've earned the right to make me take you seriously."

As his words fell—

Dai Mubai suddenly let out a furious roar, and Soul Power exploded from his body!

"Third Spirit Skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

The pale-purple thousand-year Spirit Ring blazed brightly!

Dai Mubai's body instantly swelled by a full size!

His muscles bulged like rocks, while his white fur became thicker and harder.

His aura suddenly rose to another level, pressure spreading outward as if it were tangible.

He forcefully flexed both arms!

"Riiip—!!"

The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him snapped apart, turning into fragments of leaves that drifted through the air.

Freed from his restraints, Dai Mubai was like a tiger released from its cage.

His body became a white blur as he charged before Tang San in an instant!

A fist the size of a bowl, carrying howling force, smashed viciously toward Tang San's chest!

The punch was fast, vicious, and precise!

"Bang—!"

A dull impact rang out.

"Argh!"

Tang San had no time to dodge and took the punch head-on.

He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the floor five meters away.

"Pfft—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest burning with pain.

At least two ribs had been broken.

Dai Mubai withdrew his Martial Soul Possession and panted as he looked down at Tang San on the ground.

There was a trace of arrogance on his face, though his tone remained fairly calm.

"I've already used a thousand-year spirit skill. Let's call this one a draw. You're not bad, kid."

He had actually held back.

He was a level thirty-seven Soul Elder. Going all out to beat a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster would not reflect well on him if word got out.

Besides, he had noticed during the fight that Tang San was somewhat troublesome.

That strange footwork, precise control, and the toxin carried by Blue Silver Grass were all beyond what an ordinary Soul Grandmaster should possess.

So Dai Mubai deliberately gave the other party a way out while saving face for himself as well.

If it had been an ordinary Soul Master he encountered, they would most likely have accepted this outcome.

After all, the gap was right there. It was nothing shameful.

But Tang San was different.

The memories of being beaten down again and again by Lin Qingmo over the past five years clung to him like maggots on a bone.

The humiliation of losing face before Xiao Wu each time was like poison corroding his heart.

Coupled with the "theory of the strong" and "take Xiao Wu back" that Yu Xiaogang had drilled into him day and night...

He had long since become obsessed.

Deep within his heart, he had sworn a vicious oath—he could never lose to anyone besides Lin Qingmo again, especially anywhere Xiao Wu might see!

"I can't lose..."

Tang San lay prone on the ground, his fingers digging hard into the floor.

His nails broke and blood seeped out, yet he did not notice at all.

Bloodshot veins spread across his pupils like spiderwebs, his eyes churning with unwillingness, rage... and a trace of madness.

"I absolutely cannot lose!"

He suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly at Dai Mubai's back.

His hands quietly reached for Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist—

It was the Storage Soul Tool Yu Xiaogang had given him.

Inside were Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, as well as some... less than honorable things.

Dai Mubai was about to turn around and leave, intending to get a room from the front desk.

He had not taken this fight to heart at all.

Just a somewhat talented Soul Grandmaster. He was not worth any further thought.

But just then—

"Dai Mubai!"

Tang San suddenly shouted.

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping together.

Dai Mubai instinctively turned around.

The instant he turned his head—

Purple light flashed fiercely in Tang San's eyes!

Purple Demon Eye, driven at full force!

Two faint yet sharp purple rays shot toward Dai Mubai's eyes like invisible needles!

"Hm?!"

Dai Mubai felt a sudden sting in his eyes, as though they had been pricked by needles.

He instinctively narrowed his eyes, his movements slowing for half a second.

That half second.

Was enough.

Tang San moved!

With a flick of his wrist, cold light flashed from his sleeve!

Several darts and poison needles glimmering with a ghostly blue light shot out like a rainstorm, so fast they tore through the air with piercing shrieks!

They flew straight toward Dai Mubai's throat, heart, eyes, and other vital points!

Tang Sect Hidden Weapon Technique!

"!!!"

Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically!

But he was still a Soul Elder, and his battle instincts remained.

In the critical moment, he forcibly twisted aside, and a Soul Power protective barrier instantly flared around him!

"Clang clang clang—!"

Most of the darts and poison needles were deflected by the protective barrier, scattering sparks.

But three poison needles still pierced through weak points in the barrier—one embedded in his left arm, one stabbed into his thigh, and another grazed his neck, leaving a bloody mark.

The Paralytic Toxin spread instantly!

Half of Dai Mubai's body went numb, making his movements even slower.

But before he could recover—

An even sharper, more bone-piercing pain erupted from his lower body!

"Pshk!"

A specially made Triangular Dart struck his crotch with perfect accuracy!

It was the "special treatment" Tang San had prepared long ago.

The dart was coated with enhanced Paralytic Toxin, along with a small amount of... toxin that affected the nerves.

"Ah—!!!"

A scream of unimaginable agony echoed through the entire hotel lobby!

Dai Mubai's legs gave out beneath him, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.