Blue Silver Grass lashed wildly around Tang San, its bright blue vines like a swarm of enraged snakes, whipping the towering stone walls on either side until shattered rubble flew everywhere.
His blue hair stood on end under the surging Soul Power, and his unrealistically handsome face was twisted into something nearly feral.
He glared at Tang Hao, his eyes filled with fury that had been suppressed for more than a decade.
"Who gave you the right to decide my life? Who gave you the right to separate me from my sister? Why can you leave whenever you want, come back whenever you want, train me whenever you want, and stop whenever you want? Did you ever ask me? You never did!"
Soul Rings lit up beneath Tang San's feet one after another.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
Six Soul Rings slowly revolved behind him, radiating a heart-palpitating glow.
His right hand was already pressed against the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.
Inside were the Hidden Weapons he had painstakingly crafted over the past few years.
Sand-Shadow Dart, Tight-Back Flower-Loaded Crossbow, Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle... Every one of them had been coated in deadly poison that killed at the sight of blood, and every one could take a life in an instant.
He had not wanted to make a move against Tang Hao.
But at this moment, he could not endure it any longer.
Cinderella's expression changed drastically.
"Tang San!"
She abruptly stepped forward, reaching for Tang San's arm.
After all, she knew Tang Hao had come prepared. Tang San was trying to smash a stone with an egg.
But the instant she took that step, an invisible pressure erupted from Tang Hao, forcibly driving her back two steps.
Tang Hao moved.
His movements were unimaginably fast—so fast