"No... You can't do this, you can't!"
Tang San could feel the vines embedded in both his wrists frantically drawing out the energy within him—the energy of the Blue Silver Emperor, not yet fully awakened.
The Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline was the foundation of his revenge at this stage. With it, his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul wasn't truly a Trash Martial Soul. Without the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, how could he keep showing off? How could he bear the Sea God's mantle later?
He struggled frantically, but there was no way he could break free.
Masked Li Pu looked at Tang San with amusement and said, "There can only be one Blue Silver Emperor in this world. You can't awaken as the Blue Silver Emperor anyway, so you don't need this Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline. Hand it over!"
Li Pu was stronger than Tang San, and their Martial Souls were worlds apart. In front of him, Tang San had no power to resist at all.
Tang San felt his Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline draining away and shouted frantically.
"No! No! You can't do this! Rongrong, come save me! Come save me!"
Though it was like an insect trying to topple a tree, Ning Rongrong still had to charge in. But how could she possibly stand against those Soul Douluo and Soul Saint experts?
Masked Bibi Dong casually waved her hand, sending a terrifying surge of Soul Power sweeping toward them. They promptly collapsed and couldn't get back up. Perhaps they'd seen what was happening and decided to play along.
Seeing that even the strongest among them had fallen, Tang San could only watch helplessly as his Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline was drained away.
The vines dispersed, and Tang San's body crashed heavily to the ground!
His Soul Power hadn't