The evil aura of Slaughter City was the perfect nourishment for Dark Blue Silver Grass.
As long as he could grow stronger, Tang San did not care what attribute his Blue Silver Grass had.
At that moment, a burly man over two meters tall stood opposite Tang San.
He was bald and bare-chested, his entire body covered in scars that twisted like earthworms.
He held a broad-backed saber, its blade covered in blood.
The burly man's gaze swept over Tang San from head to toe, and his lips slowly spread into a grin.
"Boy, you look so soft and tender I almost can't bear to hurt you. Hahaha~~~ Get on your knees and kowtow three times, and I'll give you a quick death!"
Tang San gave the burly man a disdainful glance.
"You dog who doesn't know when to quit! Even if you kneel and beg me now, I won't let you die an easy death!"
"Little bastard, you're asking to die!"
The burly man's face instantly flushed crimson.
Roaring, he raised his saber with both hands and charged at Tang San.
The saber cut through the wind with a low howl.
Its gleaming blade tore through the dim air, hacking straight at Tang San's face.
Tang San was furious too.
He hated being called a bastard more than anything.
Because he was the offspring of a human Soul Master and a Soul Beast.
"Old dog, you dare insult me!"
"That's right, you little bastard! I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
Hearing Tang San's curse, the burly man poured all his Soul Power into his arms, making his saber strike even faster.
He would cleave this brat who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth in two with one stroke!
At the critical moment, Tang San moved.