Tang San brought the hands he had originally clasped behind his back forward and looked at them. They were empty, so he could no longer maintain his calm, lofty air.
Noticing Tailong gradually closing in on him, Tang San's expression changed slightly. Without much thought, he still summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
As a foul stench spread through the air, Tailong saw Blue Silver Grass appear in Tang San's hands, along with white, yellow, and purple soul rings rising beneath his feet. He could not help but sneer coldly.
Tang San looked several years younger than him. Tailong had thought he was some incredible genius, but now that he looked at him, being a Soul Elder was indeed quite talented. But that martial soul and soul ring configuration...
They were truly rotten beyond belief.
Almost instinctively, Tailong regarded Tang San as a soul master with decent talent but a commoner background, someone whose future probably would not amount to much.
Without thinking further, he strode toward Tang San as his Second Soul Ring lit up. Although the stench radiating from Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was rather unbearable, it was not enough to keep him from approaching.
Very soon, Tang San controlled the stench-filled Blue Silver Grass to strike at Tailong. Tailong did not even bother looking at it. He casually used his Second Soul Skill, Explosive Giant Strength, gathering power in both hands and shredding every blade of Blue Silver Grass before him in an instant. Afterward, Tailong realized he still had plenty of strength left; in fact, he had barely used any effort at all. He could not help curling his lip.
"Blue Silver Grass is still just Blue Silver Grass. It's even weaker than I imagined. What a waste of my Second Soul Skill's power.