As Yang Ming's childhood friend, Tang San had always worked hard at his studies and cultivation. His talent was unquestionably among the finest of his generation, and he had broken through to level seventy, becoming a Soul Saint at just eighteen—far earlier than in the original story.
But alas, if Heaven had already brought forth Zhou Yu, why must it also bring forth Zhuge Liang?
With a monstrous, cheat-powered genius like Yang Ming ahead of him, the gap between them only continued to widen, no matter how hard Tang San worked in silence. Not long ago, Yang Ming's return from the Dragon God's Ruins to the Sky-Blasting Gang's headquarters had further pricked Tang San's sensitive nerves.
Two yellow, two purple, and three black Soul Rings emerged, all seven quietly pulsing around Tang San's body.
Thanks to the butterfly effect caused by Yang Ming, Tang San's Soul Rings had undergone some changes. His Sixth Soul Ring had originally come from Xiao Wu's Immolation, but since Xiao Wu had married Yang Ming and received the Sky-Blasting Gang's comprehensive protection, she had avoided the persecution she suffered at Spirit Hall's hands in the original story. Tang San had obtained his Sixth Soul Ring by killing a spider-type Soul Beast with thirty thousand years of cultivation.
"Everyone, watch out!"
Tang San swept his gaze over the four men he had called onto the arena to spar. His eyes were as calm as still water, yet the instant his gaze touched Zhang Song, Wang Hao, Sun Yu, and Bai He, they shuddered, feeling as though a blade were pressed against their backs!
As soon as Tang San finished speaking, his fourth Soul Ring blazed with light, its purple glow casting his handsome face in flickering illumination.
Like venomous snakes suddenly striking from their hiding places