Trash is Trash After All!

Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to be astonished.

Because in Yu Xiaogang's theoretical framework, the limit for a first soul ring was 423 years!

And yet Jiang Yu's first soul ring was actually a purple thousand-year soul ring. How could Yu Xiaogang not be shocked? How could he not be astonished?

How could Jiang Yu's first soul ring possibly be a thousand-year one?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

But Jiang Yu ignored the astonished Yu Xiaogang and instead looked coldly at Tang San.

"You attacked first! So don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

"Blue Silver Binding!"

Before his words had even faded, the wildly growing Blue Silver Grass beneath Jiang Yu's feet came alive, transforming into dozens of thick, resilient vines that shot toward Tang San.

"Not good! Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Tang San reacted swiftly, immediately using the Tang Sect's supreme movement technique. His footwork shifted, his figure becoming elusive as he narrowly dodged Jiang Yu's attack.

At the same time, Tang San's left arm twitched slightly, activating the Tang Sect hidden weapon concealed in his sleeve.

"Sleeve Arrow!"

A cold gleam shot from Tang San's sleeve, aiming straight for Jiang Yu's throat!

"Blue Silver Shield!"

Jiang Yu had long been prepared for Tang San's hidden weapons.

With a thought from Jiang Yu, countless blades of Blue Silver Grass instantly wove and tangled together before him, forming an incomparably thick green shield.

"Clang!"

With a crisp ring, the Sleeve Arrow—capable of piercing steel plates—embedded itself in the Blue Silver Shield.

"How despicable, using hidden weapons!"

"How despicable. When you can't win, you resort to such underhanded tricks."

Jiang Yu spoke disdainfully while controlling even more Blue Silver Grass to continue closing in on Tang San from every direction.

Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track truly was exquisitely subtle. His body twisted and darted through the limited space, leaving behind afterimages.

"Dodge? Can you really dodge them all?!"

With a thought from Jiang Yu, more vines burst from the ground, densely packed and blotting out the sky as they steadily squeezed Tang San's room to evade.

"Damn it, what kind of ability is this?!"

Cold sweat beaded on Tang San's forehead as he realized that his space to dodge was being rapidly compressed.

"Whoosh!"

The instant Tang San was distracted, a strand of Blue Silver Grass shot forward and instantly wrapped around his left arm.

"Not good!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to break free from the Blue Silver Grass, even more Blue Silver Grass surged at him from all directions!

In the blink of an eye, Tang San was bound into a solid dumpling, unable to move.

"Third Brother! I'll help you!"

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!"

Seeing this, Xiao Wu cried out and charged forward without hesitation. A yellow hundred-year soul ring also lit up beneath her feet.

"Oh? A rabbit that isn't afraid of death has come?"

"Rabbits should stay in the forest and eat grass. Coming out here—isn't that just seeking death?"

Jiang Yu chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Then, with a thought from Jiang Yu, ten strands of Blue Silver Grass shot out at high speed, precisely wrapping around Xiao Wu's legs just as she leaped into the air.

Xiao Wu's soul skill was forcibly interrupted before it could activate. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, countless strands of Blue Silver Grass rushed toward Xiao Wu.

"Ah... let me go! Let me go!"

Amid Xiao Wu's screams and struggles, the Blue Silver Grass instantly bound her into a dumpling as well, suspending her high in the air.

"Damn it! Let Xiao Wu go!"

"Let Xiao Wu go!"

Seeing Xiao Wu captured, Tang San immediately panicked. His eyes turned blood-red as he struggled and shouted relentlessly, trying to break free from the Blue Silver Grass.

But unfortunately, Jiang Yu's Blue Silver Grass was incomparably tough. No matter how Tang San struggled or shouted, it was useless.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang finally recovered from the shock of Jiang Yu's thousand-year soul ring.

"Tang San! Xiao Wu!"

Seeing his disciple Tang San so easily subdued by Jiang Yu, Yu Xiaogang was both anxious and furious. He immediately summoned his pig-like martial soul.

"Luo Sanpao!"

"First Soul Skill! Fart Like Thunder, Blast the Heavens and Shatter the Earth, Luo Sanpao!"

With a comical roar, a cloud of murky yellow gas violently burst from Luo Sanpao's rear, carrying a nauseating stench as it shot straight at Jiang Yu.

"What a disgusting soul skill!"

Jiang Yu said with a look of revulsion. With a thought, the Blue Silver Grass binding Tang San and Xiao Wu suddenly whipped forward, using the two of them as shields in front of him.

The yellow gas hit its mark perfectly, instantly enveloping Tang San and Xiao Wu completely.

"Ugh... urghhh!"

Struck head-on by the foul stench, Tang San and Xiao Wu's eyes instantly rolled back. Their noses ran and tears streamed down their faces as they began vomiting violently on the spot.

"Not good! I missed!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically. He had never expected Jiang Yu to use Tang San to block his soul skill.

In the instant Yu Xiaogang was thrown into a panic, several strands of Blue Silver Grass had already silently crept beneath his feet. They abruptly sprang up and bound him as well.

In less than a dozen seconds, Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, and Xiao Wu—the master and his two disciples—had all been neatly brought under Jiang Yu's control.

"Damn it! Jiang Yu, what have you done?!"

"Let me go at once! Do you know who I am? I'm Yu Xiaogang, an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall!"

"I'm also from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect! If you dare touch me, the sect will never spare you!"

Bound up, Yu Xiaogang struggled incessantly and shouted harshly.

"What? You start bringing up your connections because you can't win? Just as expected of a piece of trash!"

"Not only are you trash yourself, but the students you taught are probably trash too!"

Jiang Yu said disdainfully.

Jiang Yu's words made Yu Xiaogang's old face flush bright red.

As someone considered trash, what Yu Xiaogang hated most was being called trash.

Jiang Yu ignored the furious Yu Xiaogang and instead turned his gaze toward Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were still dry-heaving.

"How should I deal with you two?"

Jiang Yu said coldly. At the same time, he controlled the Blue Silver Grass to gather together, condensing it into two sharp spikes pressed against their throats.

It could be said that with just a thought from Jiang Yu, those two spikes could easily pierce through their throats.

Kill them?

The thought flashed through Jiang Yu's mind.

Especially Xiao Wu. She was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form. Killing her would not only grant him a hundred-thousand-year soul ring he had long dreamed of, but would also yield a soul bone.

The temptation was simply too great.

But the consequences would be just as severe.

That madman Tang Hao, who was fiercely protective of his son—if he learned that his son had died, he would definitely hunt Jiang Yu to the ends of the earth.

With his current strength as a mere Soul Master, he simply could not withstand the fury of a Titled Douluo.

Feeling the deadly threat against his neck, Tang San was genuinely afraid now, and even his voice trembled slightly.

"Jiang Yu, what are you doing?! This... this is a school! Don't do anything reckless!"