Tang San VS Lin Yuan! A World of Difference!

Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted to the size of pinpricks. Struck as if by lightning, he stumbled back three large steps before barely managing to steady himself.

His arm, which had been broken years ago, suddenly flared with what felt like phantom pain, spasming uncontrollably.

He remembered!

He remembered everything!

The handsome, upright youth in black before him was the very same six-year-old child who had inflicted such humiliating shame upon him all those years ago!

Cold sweat instantly soaked Yu Xiaogang's back. He raised a trembling arm, pointing a shaking finger at Lin Yuan, his voice rattling with intense agitation.

"It's you... it's actually you!"

Yu Xiaogang whipped his head toward Bibi Dong, his eyes bulging as if they might pop from their sockets.

"You... is he the adopted son everyone outside has been whispering about?!"

Watching Yu Xiaogang lose his composure, Bibi Dong leaned back against the wide chair, letting out an undisguised, cold sneer.

She lifted her chin slightly and nodded with crisp, decisive finality.

"That's right."

"His name is Lin Yuan, and he is the child I, Bibi Dong, cherish as my own."

A dull ache throbbed in Yu Xiaogang's mangled arm.

The fear and humiliation, buried deep within his marrow, gnawed at his nerves like a venomous snake.

That six-year-old devil, who had descended like a god of war back then, had actually become Bibi Dong's adopted son!

He stared at the tall, black-clad youth on the dais, his chest heaving violently.

The great hall was so silent that a falling needle could be heard.

Yu Xiaogang's self-importance had been shredded to pieces, replaced by a surge of anger born from shame.

He knew how miserably he had failed back then, but times had changed. He refused to believe that the Twin Martial Souls genius he had poured his heart and soul into cultivating could be inferior to this brat!

Forcing down the rage in his heart, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and lifted his chin, feigning composure.

"So, you are the genius of Martial Soul Hall."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were gloomy, his tone laced with provocation. "Since you are Bibi Dong's adopted son, your strength must be extraordinary."

"My disciple, Tang San, is also a heaven-sent prodigy. You are of similar age; why not have a friendly spar right here in this hall?"

Tang San, standing to the side, was slightly taken aback by these words.

He could sense that his teacher's emotions were spiraling out of control; to issue a challenge so rashly at a time like this was truly making a mountain out of a molehill.

However, Tang San had always been one to respect his teacher. Seeing his master being mocked so openly, the pride deep within his own heart was ignited.

Tang San raised his head, his gaze locking directly onto Lin Yuan on the dais.

The excessive handsomeness of that face was filled with such disdain that it stirred a fierce fighting spirit within Tang San.

He wanted to see just how strong this Martial Soul Hall genius, whom Bibi Dong treated as her own, truly was!

Tang San stepped forward without hesitation, his posture as straight as a pine.

"Since my teacher has commanded it, Tang San is willing to learn from your high skills. Please, enlighten me."

Seeing his disciple show such backbone, a trace of smugness finally flashed across Yu Xiaogang's face.

He understood Tang San's strength all too well. Not only was he gifted, but he possessed an endless array of mysterious methods.

As long as Tang San went all out, there was no way he could lose to this wet-behind-the-ears brat!

Yu Xiaogang immediately pressed his advantage, turning his gaze toward Bibi Dong on the high platform and shouting.

"Bibi Dong, since this is a spar, there must be a wager."

"If Xiao San wins, I ask that you remember our old ties and hand over the complete cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls!"

Hearing this shameless demand, the disgust in Bibi Dong's eyes deepened.

Even Lin Yuan couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"Grandmaster, your schemes are so loud I could hear them clearly even outside Martial Soul City."

Lin Yuan crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at Yu Xiaogang from his elevated position, his tone leisurely.

"Want to play a game of empty-handed white wolf? Fine."

"But if Tang San loses, you two master and disciple will get out of Martial Soul Hall immediately."

Lin Yuan's gaze suddenly darkened, radiating a heavy sense of oppression. "Furthermore, from this day forward, you, Yu Xiaogang, are forbidden from appearing in Martial Soul City, and you are never to pester Aunt Dong again."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, stung by such blatant disregard.

But in his mind, he quickly recalled the terrifying combat prowess Tang San had displayed—whether it was his elusive movement techniques or his insidious, domineering hidden weapons, he was more than capable of challenging those of higher ranks.

"Fine! I accept!"

Yu Xiaogang agreed in one breath, his eyes filled with calculation and confidence. "I hope your Martial Soul Hall keeps its word and doesn't try to welch on the bet when you lose!"

Bibi Dong sat upon the expansive main throne, her slender, jade-like fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.

The gaze she directed at Lin Yuan was filled with unreserved doting.

"If Yuan'er wishes to play, then go ahead and play with them."

Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the back of her chair, her voice crisp and melodious, yet carrying an air of lofty authority. "This Seat accepts this sparring match."

In the center of the spacious and empty Martial Soul Hall.

Two figures stood more than ten meters apart, facing each other from a distance.

Tang San took a deep breath, the Mysterious Heaven Skill internal energy within his body surging like a rushing river.

He flung his hands outward, and a brilliant azure light erupted instantly from his palms.

Thick, sturdy vines of Blue Silver Grass emerged like vipers from their den, crazily drilling out from the cracks in the stone floor beneath his feet, coiling and dancing around his body.

Two yellow and one purple, three dazzling soul rings rose slowly from beneath his feet.

Within this deep, cavernous hall, that touch of purple radiance appeared exceptionally eye-catching.

At twelve years of age, a cultivation level of a level 31 Soul Elder, and even possessing a thousand-year-level third soul ring!

Such a configuration, if placed in any high-level Soul Master Academy in the outside world, would absolutely be a heaven-gifted prodigy that others could only look up to.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the edge, watching this most perfect "work" of his, his face filled with irrepressible fanaticism and pride.

This was the ironclad proof of him breaking conventions and verifying his theories!

In contrast, Lin Yuan on the opposite side remained in that same lazy and casual posture.

He had not even released his martial soul, simply standing quietly in place, without a single trace of soul power fluctuation manifesting from his body.

From that upright frame, however, there faintly leaked a trace of an oppressive aura, as if it were there and yet not.

That feeling was like a primordial beast sleeping in the abyss, carelessly opening a single eye.

Tang San keenly captured this aura, and alarm bells rang out in his heart.

His intuition told him that the opponent before him was extremely dangerous!

He could not wait any longer; he had to seize the initiative!

A flash of ruthlessness crossed the depths of Tang San's eyes as he swung his hands violently forward.

"First Soul Skill, Bind!"

Dozens of tough, thick Blue Silver Grass vines shot out like arrows from a bow, carrying a sharp whistling sound as they swept toward Lin Yuan, blotting out the sky.

Their speed was so fast that they left behind streaks of azure afterimages in the air.

However, Lin Yuan merely lifted his eyelids slightly.

"Is this all you're capable of?"

Lin Yuan sighed lightly.

The very moment the Blue Silver Grass was about to touch the corner of his clothes, the ground beneath his feet shook violently!

A circle of purple light, concentrated to the extreme, exploded suddenly from beneath his feet.

First soul ring, purple thousand-year!