Dark Blue Silver Grass, the Making of an Evil Soul Master!

Tang San came up with a plan.

"Xiao Wu, lure it in!"

The moment he spoke, he dove down like an arrow released from its bow.

Xiao Wu understood immediately and leaped down after him.

Her fourth Spirit Ring lit up, and a golden glow burst from her body. It was the Invincible Golden Body.

With that powerful defense, Xiao Wu neither dodged nor evaded, charging straight into the densest wall of Soul-Eating Demon Vine tendrils.

The vines lashed against the golden light around her, producing sharp clangs like metal striking metal, yet they failed to harm her in the slightest.

Her Invincible Golden Body could only last five seconds.

But for Tang San, that was enough.

Because Tang San was fast.

In that brief instant, Tang San had already circled around to the side and rear of the Soul-Eating Demon Vine.

He raised his right hand, and cold light shot from his sleeve.

The Godly Zhuge Crossbow gave a crisp click as dozens of bolts poured forth like a torrential downpour, piercing with perfect accuracy into the vulnerable tangle of roots and stems.

Although the Soul-Eating Demon Vine itself was highly venomous, the poison bolts of the Godly Zhuge Crossbow carried a mixed toxin with extremely potent corrosive properties.

Hiss, hiss~~~

Thick black fumes rose from the spots struck by the poisoned bolts, filling the air with a nauseating stench.

The demon vine convulsed violently and launched a frenzied counterattack.

But Tang San had been prepared.

With a flash, he dodged the incoming vine whip.

Black light surged from his left hand, and a pitch-black hammer appeared out of thin air, smashing toward the demon vine's main root with the force of a thousand jun!

"Die!"

As the Clear Sky Hammer fell, the air itself was compressed until it rumbled like muffled thunder.

Bang!

After a dull impact, the Soul-Eating Demon Vine shattered completely, countless broken vines spraying everywhere!

The Soul-Eating Demon Vine's aura rapidly weakened before finally fading into nothingness.

Xiao Wu landed beside Tang San.

"Brother, that hammer strike just now was incredible!"

Tang San merely nodded and said nothing more.

His gaze fell upon the slowly rising black mist.

The black mist began to rotate slowly above the Soul-Eating Demon Vine's corpse, gradually condensing into the shape of a Spirit Ring.

Tang San's heartbeat quickened.

This Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring truly was different. The immense Soul Power fluctuations within it far surpassed those of a thousand-year Spirit Ring.

"The Soul-Eating Demon Vine is a plant-type spirit beast. It suits my Blue Silver Grass well, so I'll use it as my fourth Spirit Ring."

Xiao Wu's expression changed.

"Brother, that's a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring! Its energy will have a severe impact on your body, and the mental shock is even more terrifying. Grandmaster once said that the limit a Soul Master can withstand for a fourth Spirit Ring is five thousand years. This exceeds that by far—it's too dangerous!"

Tang San turned to look at Xiao Wu, his eyes utterly unwavering.

"I know. But Father is still troubled over my loss of the Blue Silver King's Spirit Ring. If I can absorb this Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, perhaps he'll feel a little better."

"But..."

"If I can't even do this much, how am I supposed to deal with Ye Han? How can I take revenge? How can I find the culprit who stole Mother's Spirit Bone and killed the Blue Silver King? If I want to become stronger in the shortest time possible, then I must endure what ordinary people cannot."

Seeing how resolute Tang San was, Xiao Wu could not bring herself to argue further.

"Don't worry. I can do it."

Tang San's body had been transformed by the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot, then tempered by the spring water of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Its toughness far exceeded that of Soul Masters at the same level.

He had also consumed the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, allowing his Purple Demon Eyes to reach the Mustard Seed Realm. His spiritual power far surpassed that of ordinary people.

All of this gave him confidence.

That was why he dared to attempt absorbing this Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

Tang Hao watched everything from the shadows without stepping forward to stop him.

Although absorbing this Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring came with enormous risks, he believed Tang San could do it.

He had seen Tang San's resilience and unyielding spirit with his own eyes.

Since Tang San was confident, he would let him do it.

Even if the gamble failed, so be it.

If Tang San successfully absorbed this Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, his strength would surely increase dramatically.

Tang San sat down cross-legged, adjusted his condition, and began absorbing the Spirit Ring.

The energy and mental shock of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring were indeed immense.

At the beginning, Tang San suffered considerably.

But he gritted his teeth and endured, relying on his indomitable will to forcibly tame that violent, evil energy.

A full day and night passed.

Tang San completely absorbed the Spirit Ring.

He opened his eyes, and his entire aura had changed.

"Brother, you did it!"

Xiao Wu had remained by Tang San's side the entire time. Seeing him awaken, she became visibly excited.

"Brother, how do you feel?"

"Very good."

Feeling the changes within himself, Tang San revealed a delighted expression.

He slowly raised his right hand, and Blue Silver Grass silently bloomed in his palm.

Then, four Spirit Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and black—rose one after another from beneath his feet.

The fourth Spirit Ring was black as ink, radiating a chilling fluctuation of energy.

"My Soul Power has increased by two levels. I'm Level Forty-Two now, and I've gained my fourth spirit skill—Dark Blue Silver Transformation."

As Tang San spoke, the black Spirit Ring shone brilliantly.

The Blue Silver Grass in his palm, originally pale blue, turned a deep black at a visible speed.

The black vines were thicker and tougher than his previous Blue Silver Grass. Their surfaces were covered in sharp barbs and gleamed with an eerie cold light, while faint black mist coiled around them.

The black vines lightly touched the ground.

Wherever they passed, all grass and plants withered, as though their life force had been stolen away.

Poison, corrosion, devouring!

This was the new power bestowed upon him by the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

"Dark Blue Silver Transformation... Brother, this spirit skill is terrifying."

Standing to one side, Xiao Wu felt her heart tremble as she watched the vines wreathed in black mist.

Looking at the sinister Blue Silver Grass, evil as venomous snakes, Tang San's face showed a faint, satisfied smile.

"My fourth spirit skill can be used in conjunction with my other three spirit skills. In this state, the power of those three skills will also increase substantially."

"So you didn't just gain a Ten-Thousand-Year spirit skill. Your overall combat strength has also increased greatly."

"You could say that."

Just then, Tang Hao walked over.

"Little San, you did it."

"Father, I..."

"There's no need to say more. I know everything. A ten-thousand-year fourth Spirit Ring far exceeds the limit ordinary Soul Masters can endure. As far as I know, you are the first Soul Master to accomplish it. Father is proud of you."

At last, a long-lost smile appeared on Tang Hao's face.

Tang San felt fulfilled as well.

"Father, are we returning to Shrek Academy now?"

"No rush. We only need to return before the Soul Master Tournament officially begins. The spirit beast forest is rich in spiritual energy, which will help your cultivation—especially Xiao Wu's."

Father and son both looked toward Xiao Wu.

"Uncle, Brother, don't worry. I'll definitely break through to level forty-eight before we return."

Xiao Wu's gaze was resolute.

"Father, now that I have this Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, the Soul Power in my body is even more abundant. I'll strive to raise the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer to the next level as quickly as possible."

Tang San was full of confidence, secretly rejoicing in his heart:

That damned thief, you stole the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that originally belonged to me, Tang San, and killed the Blue Silver King, but so what?

You still can't stop me from growing stronger!

I, Tang San, am only fourteen this year, yet my Soul Power has already reached Level Forty-Two, and I possess a ten-thousand-year fourth Spirit Ring.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent—

Who else is there?!!!