Everyone froze.
Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open for a long time before it finally closed.
Oscar stood beside him, still pointing toward the Sky Screen, but the shock on his face had turned to blank confusion, as if someone had stuffed a lump of paste into his brain.
Dai Mubai leaned against the wall, the fingers that had been clutching his arms now completely relaxed. He stared at the Sky Screen, his brows tightly furrowed.
Blue Silver Emperor. Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor.
Tang San usually looked so calm whenever he said, "My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, a useless Martial Soul," but that thing was actually the Blue Silver Emperor? It carried the bloodline of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
Zhu Zhuqing stood by the door, and even her normally cold face showed obvious emotion. She said nothing, merely sweeping her gaze over Tang San before looking back at the Sky Screen, as if she were getting to know him all over again.
"Blue Silver Emperor..." Ma Hongjun was the first to speak, his voice drifting unsteadily. "Third Brother's Martial Soul is the Blue Silver Emperor..."
"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor in human form," Dai Mubai said slowly. "Tang Hao's wife, Tang San's mother, was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."
"So that was why Tang Hao on the Sky Screen became like that." Ning Rongrong's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Although his wife sacrificed herself, she left behind a seed. Later, even the seed was gone..."
"But Tang San's Martial Soul..." Oscar suddenly said. "Think carefully about Tang San's Soul Skills—its resilience, strength, and control. How could ordinary Blue Silver Grass possibly be that outrageous? So it was the Blue Silver Emperor..."
"Exactly!" Dai Mubai took over. "Blue Silver Grass is a useless Martial Soul, but the Blue