Intervention

Ling Yuan was about to step forward when Ye Xunhuan grabbed her.

"Big Sister, don't move yet."

Ling Yuan turned back to look at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

Ye Xunhuan lowered his voice and gestured ahead with his chin. "Let's watch first."

Ling Yuan followed his gaze.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang had already collapsed beneath a tree, unconscious. Purple-black venom was spreading through the meridians from the root of his thigh.

The Mandala Snake coiled in the center of the clearing, its forked tongue flickering as its scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Tang San before it.

Facing the Mandala Snake alone, Tang San appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, he had cursed Yu Xiaogang eight hundred times over.

What kind of decent master brought his disciple hunting for a Spirit Ring, only to get taken down first?

And the opponent was only a hundred-year soul beast. What was he supposed to do when hunting Spirit Rings in the future?

Though he cursed inwardly, Tang San's hands never stopped moving.

Ling Yuan frowned. She did not know this master and disciple pair, but as a Soul Master, she would still lend a hand when encountering fellow travelers in the Star Dou Forest.

Just as she was about to say that the middle-aged man needed treatment, Ye Xunhuan gently shook his head.

"He won't die. The Mandala Snake's venom is paralytic, and besides—"

He paused, his gaze falling on Tang San as a teasing note entered his voice.

"He hasn't shown his trump card yet!"

Ling Yuan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately suppressed the urge to act. Together with Ye Xunhuan, she hid behind the bushes and quietly watched the battle.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass extended from his left wrist. Three grass stalks shot toward the Mandala Snake like agile serpents, attempting to bind its body.

But the strength of a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake was far beyond what newly awakened Blue Silver Grass could restrain. With a violent twist, its muscles bulged as it snapped two of the stalks apart.

Tang San's expression did not change. He flipped his right wrist, and a crisp click sounded as the Silent Sleeve Arrow shot out at incredible speed.

Ye Xunhuan widened his eyes and watched carefully, curiosity appearing on his face.

As a fellow transmigrator, aside from having read the original novel, knowing the plot, and awakening his system, he had nothing else.

Tang San, on the other hand, possessed advantages from being a Tang Sect genius that could only be called extravagant.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill, which could accelerate a Soul Master's cultivation and the circulation of soul power through the meridians.

The Purple Demon Eyes, capable of seeing through illusions and launching spiritual attacks.

The Mysterious Jade Hands, which feared neither ice nor fire and could handle poison-coated hidden weapons without being harmed.

The elusive Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, which could control objects and seize opponents, as well as the Hidden Weapon Encyclopedia engraved in his mind, containing every hidden weapon blueprint, technique, poison formula, and mechanism-making method.

He had no shortage of them.

Back on the battlefield.

Tang San sidestepped the Mandala Snake's lunge. With a flick of his right hand, the Silent Sleeve Arrow fired again, the sharp arrow becoming a streak of silver light as it stabbed toward the snake's body.

Clang!

A crisp metallic collision rang out.

The sleeve arrow struck the Mandala Snake's scales, but it only left a shallow white mark and failed to break through its defenses.

Tang San's brows furrowed slightly as he tried once more to breach its defenses with hidden weapons.

But the result was identical. The scales of a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake were far tougher than he had anticipated. The hidden weapons he had currently developed were simply incapable of cutting through them.

Beside him, Ling Yuan said softly, "What school does this technique belong to? And with that level of proficiency, it doesn't look like he only started practicing recently."

Ye Xunhuan did not answer. He merely watched in silence.

I can only use that move!

Tang San's gaze changed. His composed calm vanished, replaced by the resolve of someone making a desperate gamble.

He retreated two steps, widening the distance between himself and the Mandala Snake. His Blue Silver Grass martial soul withdrew from his right hand as his left hand suddenly clenched.

As soul power surged, the previously clear sky actually darkened.

Specks of lightning appeared in Tang San's palm, crackling as blue-violet arcs danced between his fingers.

The next instant, a small black hammer appeared in his left hand.

The hammer was only palm-sized, black as ink from end to end. Mysterious runes were engraved across its surface, and a faint dark-golden gleam flowed over it. Its hammerhead was round, its handle long, and its ancient, solemn design radiated a heavy sense of oppression.

Clear Sky Hammer.

Ling Yuan's body suddenly stiffened.

Her ruby-like eyes widened. Her lips moved several times, yet not a single word came out.

Her mind had completely crashed.

Twin martial souls.

That blue-haired boy actually possessed twin martial souls.

Blue Silver Grass in his left hand, Clear Sky Hammer in his right.

Blue Silver Grass was indeed recognized as a useless martial soul, but the Clear Sky Hammer was the number one tool martial soul in the world. It was the foundation upon which the Clear Sky Sect stood in the continent, and it was also Tang Hao's martial soul.

Tang Hao's wife was Ah Yin, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Blue Silver Emperor who had been driven into a dead end by Spirit Hall years ago and ultimately sacrificed herself for Tang Hao.

The identity of the child before them was already obvious.

Seeing Ling Yuan's stunned expression, Ye Xunhuan chuckled softly.

This had been his goal all along.

His true purpose in coming here was to let Ling Yuan witness Tang San's identity as a twin martial soul wielder and bring that information back to Spirit Hall.

Spirit Hall would not send people to directly kill Tang San. They were wary of Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect behind him, and it was not yet time to tear off all pretenses and go to war with the Clear Sky Sect.

If Tang San were killed by Spirit Hall, Tang Hao would unleash endless retaliation upon them. He might not be a match for Bibi Dong or those Super Douluos in the Hall of Enshrined Elders, but if he blew up one branch hall after another before fleeing, there would be little they could do about him.

In the original novel, the level 97 Tang Hao could suppress the level 98 Golden Crocodile Douluo with the divine Ring Detonation technique and the Clear Sky Secret Art. Although he was only level 95 now, if he went all out, he could still easily escape from a level 97 Super Douluo.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Ye Xunhuan moved.

The Behemoth possessed him instantly.

At the same time, his deep-yellow first Spirit Ring lit up. Empowered by the Berserk Blood Battle Physique, he grew to over two meters tall. Armor-like muscles bulged all over his body, and even his golden-brown fur was stained with a hint of blood-red.

The twin claws that sprang forth gleamed with icy sharpness as he stepped through an intricate footwork.

Tang San only saw a blur before a towering figure appeared between him and the Mandala Snake like an insurmountable mountain.

The Mandala Snake sensed the ferocious aura bearing down on it. Shock and fear filled its scarlet eyes, and it instinctively tried to flee, but it was already too late.

Ye Xunhuan extended his right claw. The secondary claws on the massive paw shot out, his five fingers hooking precisely around the Mandala Snake's vital point.

In despair, the Mandala Snake attempted one final struggle. Ignoring the flesh and blood already spraying from its body, it opened its gaping maw and bit toward Ye Xunhuan.

Ye Xunhuan merely raised his left hand casually. His claws, sharp enough to cut iron like mud, pierced straight through the Mandala Snake's head.

The snake's body convulsed violently a few times before going completely limp.

A yellow Spirit Ring emerged from the corpse.

It was clearly dead beyond all doubt.

Tang San stood there blankly, staring at the scene before him. At some point, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand had already been withdrawn.

Who was this person? How was he so strong?

How long had he been watching from here? Had he discovered that I possessed twin martial souls?

A series of questions rose from the depths of his heart. Having lived two lives and been born into the Tang Sect, a sect that operated in the shadows, caution and suspicion were habits carved into his bones.

He felt no gratitude for Ye Xunhuan's life-saving grace.