Tang San: You Are My Idol!

"The lowest, most despicable soul beast dares claim that human bloodlines are inferior to the Blue Silver Emperor? You truly don't know the meaning of death!"

A voice, cold and piercing, devoid of any warmth, came from the shadows behind the Blue Silver King.

Tang San abruptly turned toward the sound and saw two figures slowly emerge from the dancing tree shadows.

On the left stood a young man in a black robe. His face was so handsome it was almost demonic, and he looked no older than twenty, yet an suffocating pressure radiated from him.

On the right stood a woman in gray robes, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a trace of detached indifference between her brows.

The newcomers were Qian Cheng and Bai Lan.

The Blue Silver King's screams grew weaker and weaker before it finally turned into a pile of charred ash amid the blazing crimson flames.

The moment Tang San witnessed this, he instinctively turned and ran!

There was no need to think. He instantly concluded that these two were the culprits who had killed the Blue Silver King!

The power to casually erase a ten-thousand-year soul beast was far beyond anything he could contend with now. He had to avoid their edge first and make plans afterward!

"Tang San, this is our first meeting. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

A teasing smile curved Qian Cheng's lips as he casually beckoned with one hand.

Tang San only felt an irresistible force strike him, and his body flew backward beyond his control.

"Splat—"

Amid the dull sound of his heavy fall, Tang San struggled to raise his head and finally got a clear look at Qian Cheng.

Pitch-black eyes, a handsome face, a tall and upright figure. Everything about him exuded