Absorption of Solitary Bamboo Fails? Encountering Blazing Fire Academy, 70,000-Year Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix!

At this moment, Tang San was gritting his teeth, exerting every ounce of his strength to guide that massive soul ring energy.

A purple radiance enveloped his entire body, and waves of gentle yet immensely vast life force were continuously scouring his meridians.

"Boss Dai, look!"

Oscar pointed at Tang San and exclaimed:

"Little San's injuries seem to be recovering!

The life attribute of this Solitary Bamboo is actually nourishing his body in return!"

Dai Mubai's brows were locked in a tight frown as he stared fixedly at Tang San, saying in a deep voice:

"The attribute of the Solitary Bamboo is indeed gentle, and extremely resilient at that.

But... this is a full three-thousand-year soul ring!

The age is simply too high; this amount of energy is something a level thirty Soul Elder simply cannot withstand!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden change occurred.

"Urgh--!"

Tang San let out a sharp, muffled groan, and his complexion, which had been slightly rosy, instantly turned as pale as paper.

The energy within his body began to fluctuate violently, rampaging like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

"Hum, hum, hum--"

The deep purple soul ring encircling his Blue Silver Grass martial soul began to ripple intensely.

Its light flickered unsteadily, and its edges even showed signs of dissipating!

"Pfft!"

Tang San suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

At the same time, the already scabbed-over wound on Tang San's severed finger.

Because of the impact of the violent energy within his body, it burst open once more, and blood sprayed out like a fountain!

"Not good!

He can't absorb it, he's going to explode!"

Dai Mubai was shocked out of his wits.

"Little San!"

Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer care about anything else.

If this life-threatening ancestor really dies here, Tang Hao will surely skin me alive!

Zhao Wuji roared in his heart, and his entire body's soul power erupted with a boom.

He lunged forward in a single stride, his thick arm thrusting out violently.

His formidable soul power cut directly and brutally into that mass of purple light, forcibly severing the connection between Tang San and the soul ring.

"Break for me!"

Accompanied by Zhao Wuji's thunderous shout, the purple light shattered with a boom, forcibly interrupting Tang San's state of absorbing the soul ring.

"Pfft--"

The intense backlash from the interrupted soul ring absorption caused Tang San to fly backward like a kite with a broken string.

He slammed heavily into the ground and spat out another large mouthful of blood.

"Little San!"

Oscar hurriedly pulled out two Recovery Sausages and ran over quickly to stuff them into Tang San's mouth.

Zhao Wuji was trembling with rage, pointing at Tang San on the ground and cursing loudly:

"Are you trying to throw your life away, you brat?!

You actually dared to swallow a three-thousand-year soul ring!

If I hadn't acted fast, you would have already exploded into a pile of mush!"

Tang San swallowed the sausages with difficulty, his face as pale as paper, as he struggled to crawl up:

"Teacher Zhao... I... I must go save Xiao Wu... I need power..."

"Save your ass!"

Zhao Wuji pressed him back onto the ground and roared:

"Look at the state you're in right now!

The wound on your severed finger has completely split open, and your meridians are a total mess from that violent energy!

What are you going to use to save her?

Are you going to throw your life away to fill the gap!"

Dai Mubai walked forward, looked at the purple soul ring gradually dissipating in mid-air, and sighed:

"Tang San, you were too impulsive.

This three-thousand-year Solitary Bamboo is completely ruined; not only did you fail to break through, but you've also added new injuries to your old ones."

Tang San gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair. He clenched his fists, letting the blood stain the soil red.

"It's all my fault... I was too weak..."

Tang San closed his eyes in agony, his voice hoarse:

"If I could have been just a little stronger, Xiao Wu wouldn't have been taken away..."

Watching Tang San in such a miserable state, the anger in Zhao Wuji's heart dissipated for the most part, leaving behind only deep lingering fear and helplessness.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand irritably:

"Enough, what's the use of saying all this nonsense now!

Oscar, make more sausages!

Mu Bai, help him re-bandage his severed finger!"

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, his tone heavy:

"As soon as this kid's condition stabilizes a bit, we are moving immediately.

The commotion from forcibly interrupting the spirit ring absorption just now was significant, and the scent of blood is strong.

If we stay here any longer and attract other high-age spirit beasts, none of us broken soldiers will be able to leave!"

On the other side, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Run!

Don't look back!"

A desperate, hoarse roar exploded through the woods.

Several students wearing dark red uniforms from Blazing Academy were fleeing in a panic.

Bringing up the rear was a Soul Saint instructor, his face deathly pale and his body scorched black.

"Teacher, we can't leave you behind!"

A female student cried out with a sob.

"You idiots!

Get out of here!"

The instructor spat out two mouthfuls of blood and looked back in despair:

"This is a seventy-thousand-year-old Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix with the bloodline of a phoenix!

As a Soul Saint, I can't withstand even a few of its strikes!

You staying here is just throwing your lives away!"

Before the words had even faded, a scorching wave of fire surged through the sky behind them.

A phoenix cry that pierced metal and cracked stone echoed through the heavens, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped everyone.

Meanwhile, perched on a towering tree not far from them.

Huang Yan was concealing his aura, quietly watching the one-sided slaughter below.

"People from Blazing Academy?"

Huang Yan raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes as he muttered to himself:

"They've got some nerve, daring to provoke a seventy-thousand-year-old phoenix-blooded spirit beast."

Watching the Blazing Academy group below in such dire straits, Huang Yan had no intention of intervening to save them.

"We aren't related, and I have no obligation to play the savior."

His gaze remained fixed on the rampaging Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix in mid-air, a cold curve touching his lips:

"But this comes at the perfect time; let them exhaust its stamina for me first."

For the next half hour, Huang Yan followed them like a ghost.

Below, the Blazing Academy instructor played every card he had to cover his students.

He was battered by the Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix's attacks, coughing up blood repeatedly, his aura withered to the extreme.

And the Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix in the air, after unleashing several large-scale, high-level fire-attribute skills in succession.

Its aura finally showed a clear decline, its chest heaving violently.

"Now is the time."

Just as the Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix tilted its head back, preparing to unleash a final strike to finish off the Soul Saint, Huang Yan moved.

Without any wasted motion, Huang Yan condensed a flicker of dark red flame at his fingertips.

It was Ultimate Fire, its temperature so terrifying that the surrounding space began to distort.

"Go."

"Shu--!"

A razor-thin line of dark red fire instantly tore through the air, shooting silently from the blind spot of the Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix.

"Puchi!"

A faint, muffled sound.

That arrogant seventy-thousand-year Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix did not even have time to let out a scream.

Its heart was instantly pierced by this Ultimate Fire, burning a charred, gaping hole straight through its chest!

Its massive body stiffened abruptly, then plummeted like a meteorite, slamming heavily in front of the Blazing Fire Academy group and kicking up a cloud of dust.

If Huang Yan hadn't seized its weakness and killed it in one strike.

Obtaining this seventy-thousand-year spirit ring.

Would have truly required a great deal of effort.