Bai He laughed in fury:
"I admit that you're a genius. A Soul King who looks this young—I've lived to this age, and this is the first time I've ever seen one!
"But no matter how talented you are, you're still only a Soul King!"
"Old Ape is an eighty-sixth-level Spirit Douluo! And he possesses boundless strength! How could a mere Soul King possibly make him submit to you and acknowledge you as his master?
"Besides, that guy Old Ape is slavishly loyal to the Clear Sky Sect. Other than Tang Hao, there's no way he'd ever acknowledge anyone else as his master in this lifetime!
"You're spewing utter nonsense!"
Faced with Bai He's fury and pressure, Tang San remained exceptionally calm.
He did not even summon his Martial Soul. He simply stood there quietly, allowing that pressure to brush over him.
"Patriarch Bai He, hearing is unreliable, but seeing is believing.
"Since you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you."
As Tang San spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.
Buzz—
Accompanied by a strange fluctuation of Soul Power, a crystalline, translucent plant radiating dazzling blue-gold light emerged from Tang San's palm.
Its leaves were covered in golden veins, emitting an incomparably noble and pure aura of life.
"This is... Blue Silver Grass? No!" Bai He was highly knowledgeable and immediately recognized the plant's extraordinary nature. A trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
However, before Bai He could recover from his shock, Tang San slowly raised his left hand as well.
Black light gathered in Tang San's left palm. Along with an incomparably heavy and domineering aura, as though it could smash apart everything, a small pitch-black hammer covered in strange patterns appeared in his hand.
Although not a single Spirit Ring was attached to the hammer,