Salas's Ambition! You Are Seeking Death! Unwise Qian Renxue!

"Hahahaha! I knew it! When my Third Brother makes a move, he's bound to sweep everything aside!"

Ma Hongjun exhaled the gloom he had been holding in, looking triumphant.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms, his eye twitching uncontrollably when he heard the words "Dragon Whisker Needle."

He had suffered the bitterness of that thing himself, but he immediately turned to gloating:

"Hehehe, that kid is in for a world of hurt now."

"Daring to act arrogant in front of our Shrek monsters—he really has no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth goes!"

Flender's old face also blossomed into a smile, as if he could already see one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins waving at him.

Dragon Whisker Needle?

Qian Renxue had never heard this name before.

She tried to use her soul power to force the foreign object out of her body, but to her surprise, the thing only tightened further upon contact with her soul power, causing her to knit her brows in pain.

But for her to admit defeat?

Impossible.

She had struggled for so long to reach the verge of a ten-win streak; how could she possibly concede?

What's more, this person was the one her teacher had personally named.

Her greatest rival in this life.

"You are indeed stronger than every opponent I have encountered before."

"However—"

Qian Renxue felt a piercing agony in her waist, yet she gritted her teeth and poured all of her soul power into the Star Sword.

The surrounding soul power instantly turned violent, surging like boiling water.

"You want me to admit defeat?"

"Impossible!"

With a clear shout, the heavens and earth changed color.

"Heaven and Earth Cage!"

In an instant, countless sword auras enveloped the entire arena, surging from the sky, the ground, and every direction—random, pervasive, and inescapable.

Tang San was caught off guard, and deep, bone-revealing wounds were instantly carved into his face, arms, and thighs.

He wanted to dodge—but there was nowhere to hide!

The entire arena was filled with chaotic sword auras; all he could do was block with everything he had.

His Blue Silver Grass was as brittle as thin paper before that sword aura, shattering at the slightest touch.

He had no choice but to unleash his trump card, the Eight Spider Lances.

The eight spider legs swung with all his might, barely managing to hold up a sliver of space for the moment—

Yet, under the relentless barrage of sword aura, the spider lances emitted "crackling" sounds, on the verge of shattering at any second!

"This fierce, sky-filling rain of swords... is this really a soul skill that can be unleashed by a mere Soul Elder?"

The moment the sword aura cage erupted, Sword Douluo stood up abruptly, staring at Qian Renxue with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Then, he slapped his thigh in deep regret:

"What a pity, what a pity! Such a fine seedling for the path of the sword has been snatched away by someone else!"

Ning Fengzhi's expression also turned exceptionally grave.

The battle between these two

had long since surpassed the level of ordinary Soul Elders—

Even some Soul Kings fighting wouldn't create such a commotion!

These two...

Neither must ever be allowed to stand on the opposing side.

Either win them over and make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect their ally!

Or... cut the weeds and eliminate the roots as soon as possible!

Prince Xue Xing and Yu Luomian were likewise shocked, their mouths agape with complex expressions.

Titan was also startled, but his reaction was filled more with joy.

As expected of the young master!

Truly gifted with extraordinary talent!

With him here, perhaps the old master's past grievances could be washed away, and perhaps even...

The glory of the days when the old sect master Tang Chen reigned could be recreated!

He secretly made up his mind, No matter what, he would protect his young master as he grew, until he suppressed the entire world of soul masters!

"If I am not mistaken—that is an External Soul Bone, is it not?"

Bishop Salas was also shocked, But his attention, Was quickly and firmly drawn to the eight purple spider lances behind Tang San.

An External Soul Bone?

An External Soul Bone, which was a thousand times more precious than an ordinary soul bone!

If he could seize it, With his cultivation, strength, and resources, he would surely be able to rapidly evolve it into a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone—

And he could use this to step into the realm of Title Douluo in one fell swoop!

As for Tang San?

Although he had previously thought about recruiting the boy into Martial Soul Hall...

Between a genius who had yet to grow up and the status of a Title Douluo—

To hesitate for even a second, Would be a sign of disrespect to the very title of "Title Douluo."

"Keep a close eye on that brat. As soon as he leaves the Soul Fighting Arena, notify me immediately—"

Salas stopped halfway and suddenly changed his mind, raising a hand to stop his attendant, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his eyes, "No, never mind... I will do it myself!"

On the Shrek side, seeing Tang San, who had originally held the advantage, fall into a disadvantageous position, they were sweating with anxiety.

"That pretty boy is just too detestable!"

Ma Hongjun stomped his feet in anger, "He was clearly hit by Third Brother's hidden weapon, so what would have been wrong with admitting defeat and surrendering?

Third Brother even showed mercy and promised to provide the antidote!

How could he be so ignorant of the situation, insisting on fighting to the death like this!"

"Do not panic."

"San is not just passively taking a beating; he is gathering his strength, waiting for the opportunity to land a fatal blow!!"

Yu Xiaogang still stood with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, speaking in a tone that suggested he had already seen through everything, "That Fei Xue was hit by San's hidden weapon earlier; he surely cannot last much longer!"

Below the ring, there was nothing but anxiety, while on the ring, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

After unleashing the Heaven and Earth Cage, Qian Renxue's face turned pale, and she nearly collapsed.

This move was something she had comprehended from the Taia Sword Art, using the Star Sword as the core to stimulate sword intent.

Using a quasi-divine weapon to bully a Soul Elder was indeed suspicious, bordering on cheating.

But at this moment, she could no longer care about such things.

Enduring the dizziness brought on by the exhaustion of her soul power and the intensifying, tightening pain of the Dragon Whisker Needle in her ribs, She gathered her final reserves of strength and charged straight at Tang San!

This guy was too bizarre, Delays would only lead to trouble.

She had to kill him in one strike and completely crush him!

The sword qi was originally unleashed by the Star Sword, so it naturally did not attack its wielder, Instead, it was reabsorbed by the blade, causing her no obstruction whatsoever.

While struggling to resist the sword qi, Tang San kept a sliver of his focus firmly locked onto Qian Renxue.

Soon, he also noticed this detail.

Gritting his teeth, he charged straight toward Qian Renxue, head-on into the sword qi!

The two collided like meteors—

They separated in an instant.

Tang San looked at his Eight Spider Lances, now missing two, and his heart was struck with terror.

The toughness of this External Soul Bone was such that even a full-force strike from Zhao Wuji had not left a single mark upon it.

Yet the person before him, had used only a single sword strike, to sever two of them clean at the base?!

What kind of material was that sword in their hand forged from?

Could it be a divine artifact?

The two turned and lunged at each other once more.

This time, Tang San dared not use the Eight Spider Lances to meet the attacks head-on, relying only on agile maneuvers to evade.

After several exchanges, neither could gain the upper hand.

However, after several clashes of their ultimate techniques, their soul power was nearly exhausted.

To continue fighting would only result in mutual destruction.

Tang San used the momentum to spring back and gain distance, staring at Qian Renxue with a grave expression.

Where on earth... did this guy come from?

He had a premonition—

This person would surely be the greatest rival on his path to godhood, far surpassing even Qian Renxue!

At this moment, killing intent surged in his heart!

Qian Renxue naturally sensed Tang San's killing intent.

But she no longer cared.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed her mind and focused—then, she slashed out with her sword!

A sword aura drifted slowly toward Tang San; it lacked the soul-stirring intensity of her previous attacks, appearing calm and ripple-free, looking like the most ordinary move imaginable!