Duel

Dai Mubai felt a faint numbness in his arm. The contempt on his face receded somewhat, replaced by the surprise and excitement of having discovered prey.

He shook his wrist, his sinister heterochromatic eyes sizing Tang San up again as a cold, battle-hungry smile tugged at his lips.

"Not bad, kid. You've got some skill."

His voice was low, carrying a patronizing note of approval, as though Tang San being able to trade a punch with him was something immensely worthy of pride.

"Looks like you're qualified to be my opponent."

Tang San seemed not to have heard him at all.

As Dai Mubai spoke, Soul Power had already surged around Tang San.

Deep blue Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm as though alive, instantly completing Martial Soul Possession.

One yellow and two purple Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, slowly circling his body.

Those two deep shades of purple were especially glaring beneath the bright lights of the hotel lobby.

"This!"

The cruel grin and teasing expression on Dai Mubai's face froze instantly. His sinister heterochromatic eyes contracted violently in utter shock.

This kid looked even younger than him. How had he already reached the rank of Soul Elder?!

And his second Soul Ring was actually a thousand-year one!

Just as Dai Mubai was reeling in shock, Tang San moved.

His footwork became elusive and unpredictable, his figure ghostlike as it drew a string of faint afterimages. It was the Tang Sect's ultimate technique—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

He was far faster than during his earlier charge relying purely on physical strength. In almost the blink of Dai Mubai's eye, he had closed to within a few feet of him.

Dai Mubai was, after all, a prince carefully cultivated by the Star Luo Empire. Battle instinct was carved into