At this moment, Tang San was the only remaining member of the Blue Tyrant Team on the Soul Fighting Stage.
His opponents, meanwhile, were the entirely unscathed Divine Wind Team. Feng Xiaotian, the captain of the Divine Wind Team, was even a Soul Emperor a full two major realms above him!
That was right. Although Tang San had attached four Soul Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer in advance, his Soul Power had only reached level 48. He had yet to reach the Soul King realm.
Tang San looked up at the sky. The thought of simply surrendering flashed through his mind for only a moment before he calmly extinguished it.
He did not want to surrender.
Of course, that did not mean he was particularly steadfast or deluded enough to imagine he could turn the tide.
After all, the situation before him was practically hopeless.
Unless...
Tang San watched Feng Xiaotian, who had not pressed his advantage and attacked him after dealing with Dai Mubai, and a thought crossed his mind.
In any case, whether he was right or not, sparring with Feng Xiaotian—a person he would definitely defeat in the near future—would not be a loss.
While Tang San was deep in thought, Feng Xiaotian made the first move.
He waved his hand and voluntarily dispersed the wind formation. He then signaled for his teammates to descend to the edge of the Soul Fighting Stage, while he remained in the air and looked down at Tang San.
"Tang San, how about we have a match? Just the two of us."
Feng Xiaotian spoke with his hands behind his back.
Tang San shook his head.
"You're a Soul Emperor. I can't beat you."
Feng Xiaotian was not surprised to hear that. As though he had anticipated it, he continued,