Hidden Weapons? Molten Iron! Even Going All Out, They Were Nothing but Petty Tricks! Not Worth Mentioning!

Whoosh!

Zhao Wuji lit an incense stick and held it in his hand. "The test begins!"

At his words, Tang San immediately moved.

Blue Silver vines burst from the ground one after another, as swift as venomous snakes as they encircled Ji Bai.

Ning Rongrong immediately provided Tang San with a boost.

Two rays of light merged into Tang San's body, increasing his strength and speed by thirty percent.

It was Tang San's first time experiencing the power of an external boost, and he found it astonishing.

Rustle—

Ji Bai raised a hand and waved. The cry of a Phoenix rang beside everyone's ears as a Phoenix wreathed in purplish-red flames soared into the sky.

At the same time, a wall of fire rose before him. Every Blue Silver vine that approached was burned to ashes.

"Fire Phoenix!"

Tang San's expression abruptly changed. For the first time, he felt troubled. Fire countered grass; Ji Bai's Fire Phoenix Martial Soul completely restrained his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

If he only used his Martial Soul, he would have no chance of winning and no possibility of passing the test.

"Fuck!"

"Xiaobai, go easy on them! Go easy!"

"I didn't tell you to set everything on fire!"

Zhao Wuji hurriedly sent him a voice transmission, his palms sweating with anxiety.

"I'm in a difficult position too."

Ji Bai glanced back at Zhao Wuji and replied through Voice Threading, his face full of helplessness.

"Oh? You even learned that move?"

Zhao Wuji was greatly surprised.

Although Voice Threading was not an advanced technique, it was difficult for anyone below Soul Emperor rank to use.

"Senior, be careful!"

"I'm going all out!"

Tang San gave him a warning, then suddenly withdrew his Blue Silver Grass and Soul Rings, clearly intending not to use them.

Ji Bai's attention was drawn to him.

And at that moment—

Tang San's figure suddenly became as elusive as Gui Mei, moving with incredible speed.

With Ning Rongrong's boost, his strength and speed were greater than usual.

Tang San brushed both hands across the belt at his waist, and two flashes of cold light abruptly appeared.

Ji Bai focused his gaze and saw that they were two throwing knives. The next instant, Tang San hurled both knives at him with great precision.

After throwing the two knives, Tang San continuously threw out all kinds of weapons, as dense as a violent storm.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

He was using Hidden Weapons already?

Ji Bai was surprised. It seems he has already realized that he has no chance of winning in a Martial Soul battle.

Boom!

Just as countless weapons came at him from every direction, a fierce fire tornado swept outward with Ji Bai at its center, and waves of flame instantly engulfed those weapons.

Tang San temporarily stopped, observing the situation.

Ning Rongrong retreated again and again, crossing her arms before her face to block the scorching heat. Her little face was flushed red by the blazing air, like a ripe red apple.

The instant the fire tornado vanished, Tang San discovered that every Hidden Weapon he had thrown had disappeared. Ji Bai stood unharmed where he was, his expression calm, as though nothing had happened.

However—

If one looked closely, they would notice many pools of red-hot liquid on the ground around Ji Bai.

With his eyesight, Tang San instantly noticed the clue.

Those liquids were clearly the molten iron left behind after his Hidden Weapons had been melted.

"Gasp! Such a high temperature—it can melt my Hidden Weapons directly!"

After realizing this, Tang San sharply inhaled, utterly shocked. He even forgot to attack.

He immediately used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, circling Ji Bai while continuing to throw daggers, throwing knives, and other weapons. Although such tactics seemed useless, as long as he kept stalling until the incense burned out, he could pass the test without defeating Ji Bai.

After leaving Notting City, Dai Mubai had been the first opponent he encountered, and Ji Bai was the second. Both were Soul Elders, yet the pressure they gave him was completely different.

Ji Bai's eyes followed Tang San's movements, always accurately catching his position.

Yet he was in no hurry to attack. He merely dodged the incoming weapons as though taking a leisurely stroll, occasionally releasing flames to melt the flying weapons into molten iron.

The Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track seemed mysterious and unpredictable, but as long as one had sharp enough eyesight, sufficiently strong spiritual power, and a bit of foresight, catching Tang San's movement patterns and figure was not difficult.

As long as it was a technique, it had a pattern and a flaw.

Ji Bai even kept his eyes on the incense stick in Zhao Wuji's hand. The moment the time came, he would immediately declare the test over.

Zhao Wuji grew more anxious the longer he watched.

Although the methods Tang San used had never appeared on the continent and were quite strange, those flashy tricks were utterly useless against Ji Bai.

The gap in strength was simply too great!

From beginning to end, Ji Bai had not even used a Soul Skill, yet he had effortlessly neutralized every one of Tang San's attacks!

"So this is the power of a top-tier Beast Martial Soul!"

Seeing that all his methods were ineffective against Ji Bai, Tang San felt the pressure multiply, along with a profound sense of helplessness.

Flame Spin Burst!

Three Soul Rings—yellow, purple, purple—rose around Ji Bai in an instant. As the first yellow Soul Ring lit up, a pillar of flame suddenly erupted from the ground within a five-meter radius, melting every weapon that came near.

After the fire pillar dissipated, everyone saw that the ground within five meters of Ji Bai had already turned into something like lava, radiating terrifying heat.

"Gasp!"

It could even melt the ground? Everyone was horrified by the power of Ji Bai's Soul Skill!

When they saw the three Soul Rings—yellow, purple, purple—beside Ji Bai, they froze in place in even greater shock, mouths agape yet unable to utter a word.

This sight was even more shocking to Tang San, to the point of being unbelievable.

"This is impossible!" Tang San's eyes widened as he thought, According to Teacher's theory, the maximum age of a second Soul Ring is 764 years. Beyond that limit, the body will be unable to withstand the Soul Ring's power and explode to death! But... how did he do it?!

"Time's up!"

Zhao Wuji used Soul Power to accelerate the burning of the incense in his hand, shouting the moment it burned out.

At his words, Ji Bai waved a hand, and all the lingering fire elements in the air returned to him.

"Congratulations, both of you have passed!"

Zhao Wuji immediately announced.

Ning Rongrong cupped her burning red cheeks and let out a long breath. "It's finally over..."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her cheeks, while strands of fragrant hair clung to her face.

With one hand in his pocket, Ji Bai looked troubled as he gazed at the two girls in the distance—Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu. Helplessly, he said, "You two, come together."

Zhao Wuji also thought it made sense. "The rest of you, attack together! As long as you last for one incense stick's worth of time, you'll pass the test! Little girl with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul, you join them too!"

Ning Rongrong let out a soft sigh at his words.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing slowly stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ning Rongrong, looking toward Ji Bai from afar.

Tang San retreated to the edge of the field and stared at the scene, his gaze landing on Ji Bai more often than anyone else.