Nine Nether Beast Exposed! Tang San's Fear!

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The smug smile on Yu Xiaogang's face froze instantly, his eyes bulging as his breathing stalled at that very moment.

Before he could recover from the shock, a second halo of light rose up right behind the first.

It was still that blinding, brilliant deep purple!

The second soul ring, a thousand-year ring!

Immediately following this, a terrifying pressure, heavy as Mount Tai, erupted from within Lin Yuan, accompanied by a hum that made the soul tremble.

A deep, ink-black ring of light, carrying a suffocating sense of weight, settled steadily around Lin Yuan's body.

The third soul ring was, shockingly, of the ten-thousand-year level!

Purple, purple, black.

This soul ring configuration, which completely defied common sense and shattered the ironclad laws of Douluo Continent history, was displayed so vividly before everyone's eyes.

Yu Xiaogang's pride and joy, his Ten Core Competitivenesses theory, was crushed into powder by that black ten-thousand-year soul ring at this very moment!

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang muttered in a daze, his hands clutching at his own hair.

"How could the third soul ring be ten-thousand-year? This defies all logic!"

Tang San's shock at this moment was no less than Yu Xiaogang's.

Just as he lost his composure, Lin Yuan moved.

There was no flashy light from soul skills, nor any earth-shattering roar.

Lin Yuan simply took a step forward.

As that foot landed, the floor of the Martial Soul Hall emitted a dull boom, as if struck by a meteorite.

Accompanying this step, a terrifying aura—extremely ancient, desolate, and filled with an endless sense of extinction—surged out from Lin Yuan's body.

Nine Nether Beast!

It was a bloodline of the Ten Fiends from the Shrouding the Heavens worldview, one that had once made countless Immortal Kings tremble with fear!

Although there were no records of such a supreme martial soul on Douluo Continent, everyone present could clearly feel that tremor striking the depths of their souls.

Behind Lin Yuan, a vast, boundless phantom of a terrifying creature with nine tails faintly emerged.

The phantom was permeated with monstrous black energy, a form of ultimate destruction capable of devouring all vitality.

Under the suppression of this terrifying bloodline, the Blue Silver Grass vines released by Tang San were like a creature encountering its most fearsome natural enemy.

The vines that had been baring their fangs a second ago now withered and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had lost all their moisture.

The originally tough blades of grass turned directly into ash in an invisible storm!

This was the absolute crushing of hierarchy!

A superior does not even need to act; the aura of their bloodline alone is enough to turn ants into dust.

Tang San let out a muffled groan; the backlash from his martial soul being forcibly broken caused his blood to churn in his chest.

Before he could adjust his breathing, Lin Yuan's figure had already appeared before him like a ghost.

Too fast!

So fast that Tang San's pride and joy, the Purple Demon Eye, could not even capture a residual image.

Lin Yuan had no intention of using any soul skills; he simply lifted his right hand nonchalantly and pushed his palm forward.

The palm, which appeared soft and powerless, contained the tyrannical and peerless physical strength of the Nine Nether Beast martial soul.

Before the palm even made contact with Tang San's body, the compressed force of the wind struck his chest like a heavy hammer.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed.

Tang San did not even have time to mount a defense; his entire body was like a kite with a broken string, his feet leaving the ground as he flew backward.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood in mid-air, the crimson liquid tracing a blinding arc through the air.

After rolling for over ten meters, Tang San finally slammed heavily onto the hard stone floor, letting out a groan of extreme pain.

His bones felt as if they had been dismantled, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing agony.

The hall was deathly silent.

Yu Xiaogang retreated in terror, falling onto his backside, the color drained completely from his face.

One move!

He didn't even use a soul skill!

Tang San, the one he had pinned all his hopes on and hailed as the greatest genius in the world, had been easily crushed like sweeping away trash!

Bibi Dong sat upright on the high platform, watching Lin Yuan's domineering posture. The smile in her eyes grew increasingly rich, and even her gaze toward the master and disciple, Yu Xiaogang, was like looking at two comical fleas.

Tang San lay prone on the ground, gasping for air in ragged, heavy breaths.

The front of his shirt had already been stained crimson with blood.

A profound sense of defeat washed over him like a rising tide.

Yet, the pride of a Tang Sect disciple buried deep in his bones would never allow him to concede right here.

Tang San gritted his teeth, dug his hands into the ground, and forced his body—which felt as though it might fall apart at any moment—to wobble back to a standing position.

He raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in a rough motion.

As he looked toward Lin Yuan once more, the expression in Tang San's eyes had changed.

The previous shock and the mindset of a friendly spar had faded, replaced by the cold, ruthless intensity of a true life-or-death struggle.

Cultivation, Martial Soul, Spirit Rings.

These things, revered as the gold standard in this world, were, in Tang San's view, merely one part of his overall strength.

Having lived two lifetimes, the foundation he truly relied upon, the trump card he was most proud of, had never been the Blue Silver Grass.

It was the supreme arts of the Tang Sect!

It was those peerless hidden weapons that could kill without leaving a trace!

Tang San's hands swept fiercely across the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

With his internal energy driving the Mysterious Jade Hand to its limit, his palms instantly turned a translucent, lustrous white.

There was no need for any superfluous words.

Tang San's arms moved with the rapid grace of a butterfly weaving through flowers, his ten fingers leaving behind multiple afterimages in the air.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Extremely sharp whistling sounds suddenly erupted throughout the spacious hall.

Several streaks of cold light erupted from Tang San's hands.

Willow Leaf Flying Daggers, Refined Steel Caltrops, Bone-Piercing Nails...

Over a dozen different types of hidden weapons, bolstered by the unique techniques of the Tang Sect, transformed into an airtight net of death, whistling as they shrouded Lin Yuan's vital points.

These hidden weapons were not only incredibly fast, but they also collided with one another in mid-air, altering their trajectories.

The angles were incredibly tricky, with every strike aimed directly at a lethal spot!

This sudden turn of events caused a burst of ecstatic light to erupt in the eyes of Yu Xiaogang, who had previously been plunged into despair.

He knew the power of these little trinkets of Tang San's all too well.

Back at Nuoding Academy, even high-level teachers had suffered greatly under these impossible-to-defend methods.

These were simply not tactics that a conventional Spirit Master could guard against!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yu Xiaogang was so excited that he leaped straight up from the ground.

"So what if that brat's Spirit Rings are heaven-defying?"

"He has no understanding of this kind of tricky, lethal attack style!"

"San, well done! This time he is absolutely dead, he is bound to lose!"

Yu Xiaogang's stiff face was filled with a manic expression; his eyes were locked onto those whistling streaks of cold light, already imagining in his mind the glorious scene of Bibi Dong obediently handing over the secret technique and him reclaiming all of his dignity.