Hypocritical Tang San, Hidden Weapons?!

Meng Yiran's expression changed drastically.

She could clearly sense that her soul skill had not been shattered by ordinary Soul Power.

That purple-black light was destroying every strand of energy within the Snake Lance.

The beam of destruction passed through the already-collapsed Snake Lance and continued toward her.

The distance between them rapidly closed.

Meng Yiran wanted to retreat.

But her body no longer had time to evade.

Before the destructive aura landed on her, she felt a sharp pain on her skin.

"How could it be this strong?"

Meng Yiran closed her eyes.

The attack she had expected did not descend.

A few breaths later.

She opened her eyes again.

The beam of destruction had stopped before her forehead.

The purple-black power was only an inch from her brow.

Her short hair drifted gently to either side under the influence of Soul Power.

Meng Yiran looked at the destructive light so close before her, and her breathing stopped for a moment.

Tang Chen raised a hand and waved it.

The beam of destruction turned into purple motes of light and dispersed.

Meng Yiran took a step back.

She looked at Tang Chen, the vigilance in her eyes not fading.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"I have no interest in this Man Faced Demon Spider."

Tang Chen glanced at the purple Soul Ring.

Meng Yiran frowned.

"A Two-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and you don't want it?"

"How old are you?"

"Even if you've already reached Soul Elder, a Two-Thousand-Year Soul Ring would be sufficient as your third Soul Ring."

Tang Chen did not explain.

Soul Power slowly circulated through his body.

Two Soul Rings rose one after another from beneath his feet.

The first Soul Ring was a deep purple.

Its age had already reached two thousand years.

The second Soul Ring was pure black.

Once the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring appeared, a heavy pressure immediately blanketed the forest.

The surrounding branches all bent downward.

Even the air became much more stagnant.

Meng Yiran stood where she was.

She first looked at the purple Soul Ring.

Then, her gaze slowly shifted to the second Soul Ring.

Black.

A black Soul Ring representing ten thousand years.

"Your second Soul Ring is ten thousand years?"

Meng Yiran's hands gripping the Serpent Cane froze before her.

She had never seen such an outrageous Soul Ring configuration.

The first and second Soul Rings of ordinary Soul Masters should both have been hundred-year rings.

A thousand-year first Soul Ring had already shattered the understanding of Soul Masters across the continent.

A ten-thousand-year second Soul Ring had completely exceeded everything she had been taught before.

Although Zhu Zhuqing had already seen these two Soul Rings, her gaze still lingered on Tang Chen.

Tang Yuan stroked his beard, his face filled with pride.

Tang San's reaction was even more intense.

Looking at that black Soul Ring, the theories Yu Xiaogang had taught him immediately surfaced in his mind.

The maximum age a Soul Master could withstand for a second Soul Ring should not exceed seven hundred and sixty-four years.

The energy impact brought by a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was enough to burst a Soul Grandmaster's body apart directly.

What was more, after a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast died, it would leave behind a mental shock.

If a Soul Master's Mental Power could not withstand it, their consciousness would suffer severe damage during absorption.

Yet Tang Chen had not only successfully absorbed a Ten Thousand Year second Soul Ring.

His body had not been left with any problems at all.

"This is impossible."

"Teacher's Soul Ring age theory can't be wrong."

"How could a second Soul Ring possibly reach ten thousand years?"

Tang San looked at that black Soul Ring again.

The aura of a genuine Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast rushed toward him.

That was not any sort of illusion.

Nor was it a color simulated through Soul Power.

Tang Chen's second Soul Ring truly came from a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast.

Meng Yiran also realized that the person before her had not lied.

To a Soul Master whose second Soul Ring had already reached ten thousand years, a two-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider truly held no appeal.

She withdrew her Serpent Cane.

"Since you don't need this Soul Ring, why did you kill the Man Faced Demon Spider?"

"The person who wanted to steal your Soul Ring wasn't me."

Tang Chen raised a hand and pointed at Tang San standing on the other side.

"It was him."

Meng Yiran immediately turned her head.

Tang San stood in place with the Godly Zhuge Crossbow in his hands.

His face was still pale, and wounds from his battle with the Man Faced Demon Spider remained on his body.

The purple Soul Ring floated slowly between them.

Meng Yiran's gaze fell upon Tang San.

Her Soul Ring rose from beneath her feet once more.

The Serpent Cane also reappeared in her palm.

Tang San's entire body tensed.

He swiftly raised the Godly Zhuge Crossbow before his chest, as though facing a formidable enemy.

Meng Yiran tightened her grip on the Serpent Cane.

She looked at Tang San before her, her eyes filled with hostility.

"You again."

Meng Yiran walked forward.

Blue-purple Soul Power slowly flowed along the Serpent Cane.

"That Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent earlier was only snatched from me because you people interfered."

"And now, you've set your sights on this Man Faced Demon Spider too."

"You've ruined my plans again and again. Do you really think Meng Yiran is so easy to bully?"

Tang San glanced at Meng Yiran, then looked at Tang Chen and the other two beside him.

By now, more than half of his Soul Power had been consumed.

His injuries had not recovered either.

None of the people present were weak.

Continuing the conflict would bring him no benefit whatsoever.

Tang San suppressed the anger in his heart and lowered the Godly Zhuge Crossbow slightly.

"Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding regarding the Man Faced Demon Spider."

"I didn't know you were tracking it as well."

"Since this Soul Ring suits you, I can apologize to you."

Meng Yiran had already arrived before Tang San.

"Apologize?"

"You think one apology can make it as though nothing happened?"

Tang San's expression darkened.

"I didn't kill the Man Faced Demon Spider."

"The Soul Bone isn't in my hands either."

"If you want the Soul Bone, you should go find him."

He raised a hand and pointed at Tang Chen.

Meng Yiran followed his finger with her eyes.

Tang Chen stood beside the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.

The Eight Spider Lances had already been put away.

Zhu Zhuqing stood at Tang Chen's side.

Tang Yuan leaned on his wooden staff, calmly watching everything unfold before him.

Meng Yiran turned back around.

"You still want to push the responsibility onto someone else?"

Tang San said:

"I'm merely stating the facts."

Slap!

Meng Yiran raised her hand and slapped Tang San across the face.

The crisp slap echoed through the forest.

Tang San's face was struck to one side.

Five vivid red finger marks quickly appeared on his cheek.

Meng Yiran withdrew her hand.

"I'll kill you right now!"

Tang San slowly turned his head back.

He looked at Meng Yiran before him, and his eyes sank completely.

"I've already apologized to you."

"Don't push your luck."

Meng Yiran raised the Serpent Cane.

"When you stole my Soul Beast, why didn't you say I was pushing my luck?"

The Serpent Cane swept out horizontally.

Blue-purple Soul Power transformed into a serpent's shadow that shot straight toward Tang San's chest.

Tang San immediately used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

His body shifted to the side.

The Serpent Cane grazed his lapel, tearing a gap in his long blue robe.

Tang San flicked his right hand.

Several Armor-Piercing Nails flew from between his fingers, shooting toward Meng Yiran's shoulders and legs.

The first Soul Ring beneath Meng Yiran's feet lit up.

The Serpent Cane spun rapidly before her.

"First Soul Skill, Snake Blade Barrier!"

Dense cane shadows formed a barrier before her.

The Armor-Piercing Nails struck the Serpent Cane one after another, scattering sparks.

Meng Yiran took a step forward.

Her slender figure passed through from behind the cane shadows.

Her blue-purple short skirt fluttered lightly with her movements.

Her long, fair legs stepped across the ground in rapid succession, carrying her swiftly before Tang San.

The tip of the Serpent Cane stabbed forward.

Tang San raised his Mysterious Jade Hand, his five fingers reaching for the Serpent Cane.

The two forces collided on the spot.