Tang San's nerves had been stretched to the limit all the way back. He barely even dared to breathe.
He feared that he had failed to conceal the Soul Beast aura emanating from his body. What if, somewhere along the way, a passing Title Douluo suddenly popped out from some random corner and slapped him?
Tang San did not even dare imagine that scene!
If a Title Douluo really sets their sights on me, this little body of mine will probably burst on the spot, scattering Spirit Rings and Spirit Bones everywhere! And they'd all be top-tier goods starting at ten thousand years!
Tang San laughed bitterly to himself. This feeling of "being guilty for possessing a treasure" was like running naked through a busy market while carrying a mountain of gold. It was simply too thrilling, too torturous.
"Tang San, are you alright? Look how tense you are—your face has gone pale."
Xiao Wu was actually panicking as well. After all, she herself was a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast in Transformation. Fortunately, after consuming an Immortal Herb, she no longer leaked any Soul Beast aura.
Then Tang San's brows furrowed deeply again, and his gaze involuntarily turned toward Holy Soul Village beyond the window.
"Xiao Wu, do you think... Master can really handle a Title Douluo?"
Tang San's voice was filled with worry.
Although he held an almost blind admiration for Xue Bingchen, reason told him that Tang Hao was, after all, the famed Clear Sky Douluo, a peerless ruthless man who had once smashed half of Spirit Hall Pope Qian Xunji's life away with a single hammer!
Master might be unfathomably mysterious, but he still looked far too young.
What if... what if Master suffered a loss and was injured in his fight with Tang Hao? Tang San would