Su Sanjia's Soul Rings

"When?!"

Ning Rongrong had only just summoned her Martial Soul when Su Sanjia's casual voice came from behind her. She could feel powerful Soul Power gathering at her back, and a fierce sense of danger surged through her heart. Yet she was simply too slow!

"Watch out!"

At the critical moment, a thick Blue Silver vine shot over and wrapped tightly around Ning Rongrong's slender waist. Tang San swung his arm hard, sending Ning Rongrong flying toward him. The whistling wind behind her made cold sweat break out across her body.

"What quick reflexes! Are young people these days all this terrifying?"

Su Sanjia's voice actually came from directly in front of Tang San's group. At some point, he had returned to Oscar's side, as though the attack just now had nothing to do with him.

Su Sanjia stroked his chin and looked at the four vigilant youths with a half-smile. That expression instinctively made anger rise within them.

"What are you so smug about? Let Sister Xiao Wu show you!"

Xiao Wu was the most impulsive among them. Su Sanjia's expression irritated her, and before Tang San could grab her, she had already rushed forward.

"Little sister, you're not facing just one person! Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

Surging Soul Power gathered in his mouth. Dai Mubai let out a tiger's roar, and the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave shot toward Xiao Wu, forcing her to halt her attack.

"Xiao Wu!"

Thick vines formed a wall and blocked the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave. At the same time, Blue Silver Grass shot out and dragged Xiao Wu back.

"Don't be reckless!"

A trace of cold sweat was visible on Tang San's forehead. He stared fixedly at Su Sanjia, even slowing his breathing.

"Radiant Light Martial Soul... I've heard Teacher mention it before. Its speed is indeed incredible, but it shouldn't be this fast! An agility-attack Soul Master? But this is far too outrageous. And the strength behind that casual kick just now..."

Tang San truly did not want to fight such a highly agile Soul Master, but he could only force himself to face him now.

"Don't act rashly. Follow the battle plan!"

Tang San became the commander of the four. He kept Ning Rongrong firmly protected behind him as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in her hand. Two beams of light shot out. Xiao Wu received a strength boost, while Zhu Zhuqing received a speed boost. The former charged straight at Dai Mubai, while the latter became an afterimage and rushed directly toward Oscar!

In team battles, taking out the support-type Soul Master first was common sense! Besides, at Shrek Academy, which claimed to admit only monsters, no one believed Oscar was a mediocrity.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Stab!"

With a thirty-percent speed boost, Zhu Zhuqing's speed was already no weaker than that of an ordinary three-ring agility-attack Soul Elder. Oscar's back turned cold, and he instinctively cried out.

"Brother Sanjia, save me!"

Before his words could fade, a long leg swept through Zhu Zhuqing's vision like a sickle! The white shoe was spotless, and the dark trousers were without a single wrinkle, yet from that leg, Zhu Zhuqing smelled death.

"Sorry, this road is closed!"

Bang!

Su Sanjia showed no mercy to a delicate flower as he brought his kick down. A thunderous impact rang out, and Zhu Zhuqing flew backward like a cannonball, even faster than she had come. Her body soared a great distance before slamming into a large tree at the edge of the square. Only then did she stop. Blood spurted uncontrollably from her mouth, and her vision went black as she nearly lost consciousness.

With just one kick, Zhu Zhuqing lost her ability to fight!

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't that a little too heavy-handed?!"

Dai Mubai grew somewhat anxious. Oscar looked at him in confusion, but Su Sanjia understood clearly. Zhu Zhuqing's true identity was Dai Mubai's fiancée.

"I already held back. Compared to the kick I gave you, I cut the force by a full fifty percent!"

Su Sanjia raised a brow. Dai Mubai opened his mouth but said nothing. He knew Su Sanjia was not lying. With that fellow's monstrous physical strength, if he had used his full power, a two-ring Soul Grandmaster like Zhu Zhuqing would have been seriously injured even if she survived.

"This is only an assessment. Don't go too far!"

"What a pity. I'm not in a very good mood today. Someone interrupted my nap, and I was even treated as free labor... so let's end this quickly!"

As he spoke, Su Sanjia's gaze locked onto Tang San. Tang San shuddered, feeling as though a ferocious beast had fixed its eyes on him.

Blue Silver Grass grew wildly as Tang San stared intently at Su Sanjia. But the next moment...

Yellow, purple, purple! Three Soul Rings pulsed around Su Sanjia. Golden light radiated from his body, and his aura surged!

"A purple second ring?! How is that possible?!"

Ning Rongrong, hiding behind Tang San, cried out in shock. It was common knowledge that a Soul Master's first two Soul Rings were both hundred-year rings. Only upon reaching the third Soul Ring could one attempt to absorb a Soul Ring of around twelve hundred years. Yet this young Soul Elder named Su Sanjia had a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as his second ring? Such a thing had never appeared even in the records of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Yet Tang San was even more alarmed than she was.

Having studied under the Grandmaster for six years and madly absorbed theoretical knowledge about the world of Soul Masters, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had focused only on Su Sanjia's second Soul Ring. But after sweeping his gaze over all three Soul Rings, Tang San's attention settled on Su Sanjia's third ring.

The color of that Soul Ring...

As he stared at the deep-purple Soul Ring, it was as though a savage giant tiger were roaring at Tang San!

That was a Soul Ring more than five thousand years old! Its age was enough for it to serve as a Soul Ancestor's fourth Soul Ring!

Everything he knew had suffered an unprecedented impact. Remembering his teacher's confident words, Tang San questioned Xiao Gang's theories for the first time. Why? Why could someone absorb a Soul Ring over four hundred years old as their first ring? Why could someone absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as their second ring? Why did someone's third Soul Ring exceed five thousand years? Did that make any sense? Wouldn't such immense Soul Power burst a person apart?

"Junior brothers and sisters, here I come!"

As Su Sanjia spoke, the first Soul Ring around him—and his only Hundred-Year Soul Ring—lit up.

Su Sanjia vanished. To Tang San's utter shock, even with his Purple Demon Eyes, he could only catch a few afterimages.

"Careful, defend!"

At this moment, every tactic had become meaningless!

Tang San released Blue Silver Grass, focusing most of his attention on Ning Rongrong. Their odds of victory had already dwindled. If they lost Ning Rongrong's support as well, they likely would not even last half an incense stick's time.

"Such a strong sense of responsibility! But junior brother, speed is power. Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"

"First Soul Skill, Light-Speed Kick!"

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

The Purple Demon Eyes caught Su Sanjia's attack trajectory. Tang San wanted to dodge, but Ning Rongrong was behind him—he could not dodge! Left with no choice, great quantities of Blue Silver Grass lashed toward Su Sanjia like giant pythons. Yet the instant the two collided, the Blue Silver Grass shattered like paper. With a deafening boom, Su Sanjia's attack did not lose any force.

"Ning Rongrong, give me a strength boost!"

Tang San gritted his teeth. Wisps of transparent energy rose from his hands, and in an instant, his palms became as hard as white jade. It was the Tang Sect's secret art, Profound Jade Hands!

"Seven Treasures Have Names, first: Strength!"

With a thirty-percent strength boost, Tang San chose to clash with Su Sanjia head-on!

But the moment Tang San's Profound Jade Hands collided with Su Sanjia's Light-Speed Kick, an unimaginable force came crashing in. Tang San felt as though he was not facing a person at all, but an enraged Thousand-Year Soul Beast! His body nearly flew away. If he had not secured himself with Blue Silver Grass, he absolutely would not have been able to withstand it!

Looking at the leg he had managed to block, Tang San felt as though even his Profound Jade Hands were on the verge of breaking.

Strong. Ridiculously strong!

Tang San gritted his teeth and held on. From the corner of his eye, he glanced into the distance. That incense stick had only burned by one-third.