"Teacher Flender, I've broken through to Soul Elder!"
At that moment, Tang San spoke to Flender in high spirits. Then he remembered that he had merely broken through to the Soul Elder realm, nothing worth celebrating, and quickly suppressed his emotions.
"Mm, not bad."
Flender looked at Tang San with a trace of approval.
Although Tang San's First Soul Ring had been somewhat unsatisfactory, and the strength of his martial soul was pitifully low, Tang San was only twelve years old and had already reached the Soul Elder realm. That was undeniable.
Considering Tang San's unique and unfathomable "Self-Created Soul Skills," along with his hidden weapon techniques, as long as he was not placed on a competition stage where external tools were forbidden, his strength would clearly be no weaker than that of ordinary soul masters at the same level. He might even surpass them.
But if Tang San were on a competition stage, then the problem would be no small one...
Flender mused inwardly, though his expression remained unchanged as he asked:
"How is your Third Soul Skill?"
"Um..."
Tang San sensed his own condition, and his expression stiffened slightly. Then, as though he no longer cared about anything, he simply raised the hand that had summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. The third soul ring on his body flickered calmly.
"Third Soul Skill, Blue Silver Stink Mist!"
Whoosh!
The next moment, the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand shot out. After reaching a point not far away, it began to sway along with the flickering of his third soul ring. Soon, shit-yellow mist drifted from the nauseating grayish-white spots on the Blue Silver Grass. Before long, it formed a huge cloud of foul mist, enough to engulf a large soul beast.
"This..."
Unable to restrain his