Otherwise what? There was no follow-up, but an eerie and powerful aura abruptly awakened from Tang Chuan's body.
Boom—!
An invisible wave of air erupted violently with Tang Chuan at its center. A mass of blood-colored flame appeared over his body, burning the air.
"This is...?!"
Looking at that twisted posture and the strange Blood Flame across from him, Xiao Huo's pupils suddenly shrank. For the first time, a feeling of unease rose in his heart.
It was not only Xiao Huo. In the spectator stands on all sides of the arena, quite a few teachers and students with strong cultivation and sharp eyes also noticed at once that something was wrong with the layer of Blood Flame covering Tang Chuan's body.
"Little Chuan, feel it properly. How could a Martial Soul be such an inconvenient thing—!"
An aged voice rang beside his ear. Tang Chuan found that he had lost control of his body; his body moved on its own!
He saw "Tang Chuan" raise his left hand. His Martial Soul, "Blue Silver Grass," drilled out from his palm. The blue-purple grass was covered in Blood Flame, and with the infusion of Soul Power and the shaping of the Blood Flame, the "Blue Silver Grass" grew rapidly, transforming in an instant into a snake lance more than two meters long!
The snake lance was blue-purple throughout, its spearhead curved, the sharp edge splitting like a snake's tongue. Three Soul Rings in total, two yellow and one purple, circled around the snake lance.
His right hand lifted, gripping the snake lance with his left hand one before the other, the spear tip pointed straight at Xiao Huo. In this moment, in the eyes of Xiao Huo and even everyone watching nearby, "Tang Chuan" had already merged with the Blue Silver