The dean and Tang San observed the Ghost Vine for a while. The dean did not know much about soul beasts, so he could not easily reach a conclusion.
Tang San, on the other hand, had learned a good deal of knowledge about soul beasts from Yu Xiaogang, and he also recognized that this was indeed a Ghost Vine.
"Xiaogang, are you sure you want Tang San to absorb this Ghost Vine?"
The dean asked. After receiving a definite answer, he immediately launched an attack.
The dean's cultivation had already reached Soul Ancestor, and his martial soul was an iron staff. He smashed it hard into the Ghost Vine, and the ancient vine shrieked. With a bang, it toppled to the ground, its tendrils twisting as it let out miserable cries.
"The dean's strength really is impressive. Little San, don't just stand there. Hurry up and finish it off."
Seeing the dean knock down the Ghost Vine with a single strike, Yu Xiaogang felt a burst of excitement and quickly urged Tang San on.
Tang San took a sharp dagger from his storage Soul Tool, Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, and stabbed it viciously into the place where the Ghost Vine's rootstock connected to its branches, severing it.
The Ghost Vine screamed, and a yellow soul ring floated out.
"Little San, hurry and absorb it."
Yu Xiaogang urged him again.
But the dean said, "Xiaogang, a six-hundred-year Ghost Vine shouldn't be that weak, should it? It couldn't even take one strike from me. Is there something wrong here? Is this really a Ghost Vine?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Dean, you don't trust my eye? How could I possibly mistake a Ghost Vine? This is definitely a Ghost Vine of over six hundred years. As for you feeling that it was weak,