Tang San Misses the Eight Spider Lances and Regrets It Deeply!

Zhao Wuji thought he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

"I told you to stay away from Meng Yiran."

Tang Chen raised his right hand.

Purple-black light slowly gathered in his palm.

Zhao Wuji laughed in anger.

"Two Soul Rings, and you dare threaten a Soul Saint?"

"Do you really think that having one Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring means you can contend with me?"

The seven Soul Rings beneath his feet spun at once.

The pressure released by his Powerful Vajra Bear Martial Soul intensified once more.

"Today, I want to see exactly what gives you the right to say that!"

Zhao Wuji raised his bear paw.

Just as he was about to walk toward Tang Chen, Tang Chen did not summon the Destruction Scepter.

Tang Chen turned his head.

"Grandfather."

"You do it."

Tang Yuan planted the wooden staff in his hand into the ground.

"Fine."

The old man took a step forward.

Boom!

Eighty-third-rank Soul Power erupted instantly.

All the fallen leaves on the ground were swept into the air.

The ancient trees around them swayed violently, while great swaths of branches snapped in succession.

The Soul Saint pressure released by Zhao Wuji was scattered on the spot by this force.

Tang Yuan raised his right hand.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

Eight Soul Rings rose one after another beneath his feet.

When the final black Soul Ring appeared, immense Soul Power blanketed the entire forest.

Zhao Wuji froze in place.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Oscar, and the others all changed expression.

Ma Hongjun looked up at the eight Soul Rings, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.

"Eight Soul Rings?"

"A Soul Douluo?!"

Eighty-third-rank Soul Power swept through the woods.

The Soul Power Zhao Wuji had released rapidly collapsed before that aura.

Tang Yuan extended his palm forward.

His movements were not fast.

Yet Zhao Wuji felt the space around him become sealed, leaving his body unable to retreat any farther.

"Senior!"

Zhao Wuji immediately mobilized all his Soul Power.

The Powerful Vajra Bear Martial Soul covered his body, and his thick arms crossed before his chest.

All seven Soul Rings lit up at once.

Heavy Soul Power condensed into several layers of defense before him.

Tang Yuan remained calm.

His palm descended.

Boom!

The first layer of defense shattered instantly.

The second layer broke apart right after it.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed.

He gathered all his Soul Power into both arms, trying to block the strike.

However, Tang Yuan's power had already exceeded the limits of what he could endure.

The palm force passed through layer after layer of defense and slammed heavily into Zhao Wuji's chest.

Zhao Wuji was sent flying backward on the spot.

He crashed through two ancient trees before finally slamming into the ground more than ten meters away.

Dust scattered everywhere.

Everyone from Shrek stood frozen in place.

They knew Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint.

Yet before a Soul Douluo, Zhao Wuji could not even withstand a single palm strike.

Tang Yuan withdrew his hand and walked toward Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji climbed up from the ground, intense pain shooting through his chest.

He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, Tang Yuan had already arrived before him.

"A Soul Saint bullying a Soul Elder."

"And you even wanted to cripple her Martial Soul."

"Do you still count as a senior of the Soul Master world?"

Tang Yuan raised his palm.

Slap!

The slap landed on Zhao Wuji's face.

Zhao Wuji staggered sideways several steps, and half his face quickly swelled.

Before he could steady himself, Tang Yuan appeared before him again.

Slap!

Another slap.

Zhao Wuji stumbled backward from the blow, leaving deep marks in the soil beneath his feet.

"Senior, this matter..."

"Shut up."

Tang Yuan raised his hand and struck again.

Zhao Wuji hurriedly lifted his arm to block.

But the moment his arm rose, Tang Yuan knocked it aside with one palm.

Slap!

This slap landed squarely on his face.

Zhao Wuji's vision went dark, and his body toppled backward.

Tang Yuan grabbed his collar and lifted him from the ground.

"Earlier, you said that Soul Beasts belonged to whoever had the ability to claim them."

"Now this old man wants to try that as well."

"Whoever has the ability gets to teach whoever a lesson."

Zhao Wuji's face flushed red.

He wanted to resist, but discovered that the Soul Power within him had already been suppressed by Tang Yuan.

The other man merely standing before him made him unable to unleash his full strength.

Slap!

Tang Yuan swung his hand again.

Both sides of Zhao Wuji's face were swollen, and blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.

The Shrek group stood behind them, and not one person dared step forward.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his gaze shifting back and forth between Tang Yuan and Zhao Wuji.

He wanted to help.

But the eight Soul Rings surrounding Tang Yuan made him clearly realize the gap between them.

Tang San did not move either.

His fingers rested at his waist, but he never drew his hidden weapons.

Tang Chen's destruction soul skill had already made him understand that ordinary hidden weapons could not break through the other side's defenses.

As for Tang Yuan—

He was a Soul Douluo.

With Tang San's current cultivation, rashly making a move would only deliver himself into the other man's palm.

Meng Yiran stood behind Tang Chen, her gaze fixed on Zhao Wuji as he was repeatedly beaten.

Tang Yuan released Zhao Wuji's collar.

Zhao Wuji's body went limp, and he dropped to one knee.

He looked up at the old man before him, no longer possessing his earlier arrogance.

"Senior, I was blind and ignorant."

"I should not have attacked Miss Meng."

"Nor should I have tried to seize the Soul Bone."

Tang Yuan looked at him.

"Are you begging this old man for mercy, or apologizing to Miss Meng?"

Zhao Wuji immediately turned toward Meng Yiran.

"Miss Meng, I was wrong just now."

"I should not have relied on my cultivation to bully you."

Meng Yiran gripped her Serpent Cane, anger still lingering on her face.

She did not answer.

Zhao Wuji could only look back at Tang Yuan.

"Senior, please spare my life."

"I promise to take Shrek and leave immediately."

Tang Yuan raised his palm.

Zhao Wuji's body stiffened, and he immediately lowered his head.

"Remember today's lesson."

"If this old man sees you bullying the weak with your strength again, it will not be as simple as a few slaps."

Zhao Wuji hurriedly nodded.

"This junior will remember."

Tang Yuan turned and returned to Tang Chen's side.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the forest.

A figure pushed through the bushes and arrived before the group.

The newcomer had long, smooth hair and a fair, delicate, beautiful face.

She wore a short pink dress, its hem swaying gently as she ran.

A sash cinched her slender waist, and her long legs moved with nimble grace as her feet touched the ground.

She glanced at the fallen ancient trees, then at Zhao Wuji kneeling on the ground, her eyes full of confusion.

"What happened here?"

Upon hearing those words, Tang San immediately turned around.

"Xiao Wu?"

When Xiao Wu saw Tang San, delight flashed through her eyes as well.

"Third Brother!"

Tang San quickly walked over to her and looked her over from head to toe.

"Xiao Wu, where did you go?"

"Were you hurt?"

Xiao Wu shook her head.

"I'm fine."

She glanced at the wounds on Tang San's body, then noticed his swollen cheek.

"Third Brother, what happened to you?"

Tang San pressed his lips together.

"I ran into a little trouble."

Xiao Wu's gaze passed Tang San and landed on Tang Chen.

She quickly noticed the Eight Spider Lances in Tang Chen's hand.

"What is that?"

A flicker passed through Tang San's eyes.

He did not answer.

But he felt as though he had lost something very important.