"Don't worry, Mubai. I'm definitely taking the Soul Master Tournament championship. Even if Yun Tian comes, it won't make a difference!"
Tang San looked at Dai Mubai, his tone brimming with confidence. His composure and calmness made Tang Hao secretly nod in approval. His son still had plenty of backbone.
"Thanks, Little San. You really are a good brother to me, Dai Mubai!!"
"But have you considered this? Whether it's the Golden Generation or the Imperial Battle Team, their teams will definitely have several Soul Kings by the time of the Soul Master Tournament a year from now. How are we supposed to deal with that?"
At that moment, Liu Erlong raised a soul-searching question.
"Simple. Wouldn't it be enough for Little San to cultivate to Soul King as well?"
"What?!"
Tang Hao's answer clearly caught Liu Erlong by surprise. Tang San was only level thirty right now and had not even absorbed a Soul Ring yet. How could he possibly rise more than twenty levels in a single year?
Seeing the woman's shocked expression, Tang Hao appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, he had already begun to look down on her.
Stupid woman. Once Little San's Blue Silver Grass transforms into the Blue Silver Emperor, I'll have him absorb the 100,000-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone. Becoming a mere Soul King will be as easy as taking candy from a child, won't it?
Moreover, Tang Hao was certain that the Blue Silver Ancestral Land would have Blue Silver Grass soul beasts older than ten thousand years. With Little San's Blue Silver Emperor, it would not be too much to ask them to offer themselves as sacrifices, would it?
"You don't need to worry about the specifics. Focus on improving your cultivation for now. A year from now,