Pure Speed Crushing, One Hit to the Knees!

Xue Yao closed his eyes slightly. An invisible, incredibly subtle cyan wind element rippled out from him like water, spreading silently in all directions.

He was sensing.

Or rather, he was sweeping for mines.

Xue Yao had to confirm that the madman was not in the vicinity.

The ripples of wind swept across the streets, rooftops, and city walls of Nuoding City, extending even into the distant woods.

There was no sign of that heavy, overbearing pressure, thick with the scent of destruction, that felt like a mountain.

It seems that because Tang San just successfully obtained his first soul ring in the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang Hao feels it is absolutely safe here and has run off to some tavern to drown his sorrows, right?

Since that biggest, most protective fly was not around, if he didn't give this piece of dog shit that had delivered itself to his doorstep to be disgusting a good, hard stomp, wouldn't he be doing a disservice to his own bold words?

"What? Too afraid to speak?"

"Noble young masters really are all hollow shells with no substance! You don't even have the courage to accept a challenge, only daring to hide behind your guards!"

Tang San sneered, deciding to press his advantage and use his strength to force the other party to bow his head.

"Hum!"

Accompanied by a slight fluctuation of soul power, a blue vine, somewhat translucent and covered in fine, dense thorns, shot out rapidly from Tang San's palm.

At the same time, a bright yellow soul ring, carrying the faint pressure unique to a century-old soul beast, rose slowly from beneath Tang San's feet, pulsing up and down.

A century-old soul ring!

His first soul ring was already a century-old one!

Seeing this, the surrounding commoners and merchants watching the spectacle all gasped in shock. Even the few knights of the Heaven Dou Royal Knights had a flash of surprise in their eyes.

For a six or seven-year-old child, having a first soul ring at the century level was absolutely worthy of being called a genius.

Hearing the exclamations of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang, who had been leaning against the wall playing dead, felt a surge of fanatical pride erupt in his eyes.

Although he was so weak he could barely stand, he still stiffly raised his chin and shouted loudly with his whistling, toothless mouth:

"San, show him the strength of our master-disciple duo! Let him know that even a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass, under the guidance of my Ten Core Competencies, can crush these so-called geniuses!"

With his teacher's encouragement, Tang San's confidence exploded.

He bent his legs slightly, assumed a stance ready for both offense and defense, and shouted clearly: "Tang San, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, level thirteen control-system battle soul master! Please enlighten me!"

Watching this pair of master and disciple indulging in their own frantic self-intoxication, Xue Yao finally couldn't help but chuckle.

"Enlighten you?"

Xue Yao's voice was filled with a lazy disdain.

"Just with this weed that grew a few thorns?"

He had no intention of dismounting, not even changing his sitting posture by a fraction. He simply raised his right hand slowly and snapped his fingers lightly in mid-air.

"Skree—"

The magnificent Little Griffin hovered in front of Xue Yao.

Those sharp eagle eyes stared coldly at Tang San below, as if looking at a dead object.

"You... you aren't even dismounting?!"

Seeing Xue Yao summon a flying soul beast while remaining firmly in the saddle, Tang San felt this was a naked, blatant humiliation!

Having lived two lives and being a genius of the Tang Sect, when had he ever suffered such contempt?

"Since you are so arrogant, don't blame me for making you lose in an ugly fashion!"

Tang San roared, and a deeply eerie purple light suddenly ignited in the depths of his eyes.

Purple Demon Eye, activate!

Under the gaze of the Purple Demon Eye, all movement around him seemed to become slow and clear. Tang San was confident that in this state, he could predict any of the opponent's soul skills and movements in advance!

"First soul skill, Bind!"

Tang San swung both hands forward violently, and the century-old yellow soul ring on his body shone brilliantly.

Over a dozen thick Blue Silver Grass vines swept madly from all directions toward the Little Griffin in mid-air and Xue Yao on horseback!

Watching the Blue Silver Grass cage that was about to envelop both the bird and Xue Yao, a triumphant sneer already curled at the corners of Tang San's mouth.

Too weak! This noble young master didn't even know how to dodge; it's over!

However, at the very moment the Blue Silver Grass was about to touch the feathers of the Little Griffin.

Xue Yao's cold, clear voice, like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, rang in Tang San's ears.

"Finish him. Use purely physical means."

The moment the words fell.

The Little Griffin in mid-air moved.

The Little Griffin simply tucked its wings in sharply, compressing all the wind elements in its body to the limit, and then exploded in an instant!

"Boom!"

A piercing sonic boom exploded before the city gate, and visible ripples of air spread outward like waves.

Tang San's pride and joy, the Purple Demon Eye, failed completely at this moment.

In his field of vision, the Little Griffin hovering in mid-air didn't even leave behind an afterimage; it simply vanished into thin air.

It had surpassed the limits of visual tracking! It had exceeded the current dynamic vision ceiling of the Purple Demon Eye!

"What?!"

Tang San's heart constricted violently, and his mind went instantly blank.

In both his past and present lives, one of his proudest trump cards had failed to even track the movement trajectory of his opponent!

There was no need for him to search for the target.

Because in the 0.01 seconds after Tang San realized the target had vanished.

A terrifying force, akin to being struck head-on by a charging Iron-Armored Rhino, had already slammed heavily into his abdomen!

"Bang!"

A teeth-grinding, dull sound of impact rang out.

It was the Little Griffin, carrying kinetic energy that surpassed the speed of sound, slamming its iron-hard chest squarely into Tang San's stomach.

There were no flashy spirit skills, just the purest, most extreme speed converted into the most violent physical kinetic energy!

"Pfft—"

Under this unreasonable and terrifying impact, the Mysterious Jade Hand Tang San had prepared for defense became mere decoration, and the force-deflecting techniques of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon were nothing but a joke.

He was like a cooked shrimp struck by a giant iron hammer, instantly arching into an exaggerated "C" shape.

"Ugh!"

Tang San's eyes bulged, bloodshot veins covering his eyeballs. His mouth hung open involuntarily, letting out a wretched, dry retch.

The remnants of the dry rations he had just eaten in the Soul Hunting Forest, mixed with stomach acid and bile, sprayed from his mouth like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.

Violent stomach spasms and internal organ tremors instantly drained all the strength from Tang San's body.

"Thud!"

Having lost his center of gravity, Tang San's knees slammed heavily onto the hard bluestone slabs, and he collapsed like a pile of mush in front of Xue Yao's horse.

One strike.

A single strike.

The genius spirit master who, a second ago, was spouting nonsense and threatening to make Xue Yao kneel and apologize, was now like a dead dog, kneeling and vomiting before a summoned beast that hadn't even used a spirit skill, having completely lost his ability to fight.

The entire city gate was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at this scene in stunned silence, their brains unable to process what had just happened.

It was too fast!

It was so fast that they only heard a sonic boom, and then that arrogant kid was kneeling on the ground vomiting acid!

Leaning against the wall, Yu Xiaogang's sallow face was twisted in disbelief and horror. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound.

On horseback.

Xue Yao remained seated as before, his moon-white brocade robes not showing a single wrinkle.

He looked down at Tang San, who was kneeling before his horse's hooves, unable to straighten his back from the pain, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Is this your strength? Is this the genius taught by that trash?"

Xue Yao's voice was not loud, but every word was heart-piercing.

"You can't even take a casual strike from my martial soul; you piece of dog shit, and you think you're worthy of making me dismount?"