"Tang San. It has been a long time."
"You haven't challenged me this seriously in a long time."
Gu Linyuan looked at Tang San.
From the very beginning, there had been an enormous gap between Tang San and him.
Tang San did not answer.
He stood there, looking at Gu Linyuan, then slowly raised his right hand.
Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm—one stalk, two stalks, ten stalks, a hundred stalks—like a dark green spring welling up from beneath the earth, silently spreading through the air.
That Blue Silver Grass was more than a full size thicker than before. Every vine was as thick as a thumb, its surface covered in fine dark gray patterns resembling a metallic coating.
There were no flowers on the vines, only long, sharp leaves. A faint purple glow shimmered along their edges, making them look like snakes lying in wait on the ground.
Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
All four were black.
Four Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings. Each was slightly thicker than an ordinary Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, with a ring of fine dark red light patterns winding around its edge, as though something were slowly flowing across its surface.
They revolved around Tang San's body. These Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings had clearly been forcibly enhanced by the Rakshasa God.
Immediately afterward, a heavy aura surged from Tang San's body and blanketed the entire courtyard.
That aura separated into two layers.
One carried a dense stench of blood, like embers left floating in the air after countless massacres; the other was colder and darker, like frost rising from the bottom of an abyss, slowly creeping across the ground. The two auras intertwined, shrouding everything in a murky haze.
Divine Slaughter's Domain. Rakshasa Domain. Both activated at once.
Tang San stood at the boundary between