Two Millennium Soul Rings

Countless Blue Silver Grass blades sprouted from the ground, crazily winding around Zhao Wuji like a swarm of snakes. Tiny barbs on their leaves tried to pierce his skin through corrosive venom and inject toxins into his bloodstream.

At the same time, vines surged up from the ground and pushed his body upward, lifting his feet off the ground and throwing him off balance.

Xiao Wu planted her feet on his shoulders and exerted force, rapidly spinning in an attempt to forcibly drag him around and snap his neck.

Zhao Wuji clasped his hands behind his back and snorted as a yellow Soul Ring lit up.

First Soul Skill: Unmoving Bright King Body.

A layer of golden shielding flashed around him, instantly shattering all the Blue Silver Grass. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing dodged in time and were not hurt.

Tang San's face turned pale. Controlling the Blue Silver Grass did not consume much, but having it shattered caused an obvious backlash.

Zhao Wuji stood where he was, clenched his fists, and smashed them downward. Waves rippled across the ground once more.

Tang San's hair stood on end. He immediately used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, evading in an uncanny posture.

Zhao Wuji raised a brow. What was that?

He had never seen such footwork before...

Could it be a Soul Skill?

As the only assault-type Soul Master, Lu Shi seized the opportunity and charged straight at Zhao Wuji.

When Zhao Wuji saw Lu Shi rushing toward him, he was delighted rather than alarmed. He grinned.

"Now that's more like it!"

He confidently raised a hand and clenched his fist, preparing to trade blows with Lu Shi.

He would let Lu Shi know just how vast the gap between them was!

Lu Shi advanced swiftly. When he was three meters away from Zhao Wuji, two Purple Soul Rings suddenly appeared.

"Holy shit, what is that?!"

Two Purple Soul Rings?!

Zhao Wuji was startled. He had lived for decades and had never seen anything like it.

The others were shocked as well. They all knew that Lu Shi was level 33 and had only three Soul Rings.

Yet two of them were Purple Soul Rings?!

How was that possible?

Especially Ning Rongrong. Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. She had never seen anything like it even in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. For some reason, she suddenly felt like a frog at the bottom of a well.

Frightened by the sudden burst of momentum, Zhao Wuji instinctively raised his arm to block.

Scarlet flames abruptly flared from Lu Shi's left hand, with white lightning coursing within them.

A seventy-percent increase to speed and strength, stacked with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's thirty percent.

It reached a one-hundred-percent boost to speed and strength.

With one-hundred-and-fifty-percent Soul Power recovery, and triple Soul Power output for each attack, he unleashed—

Explosive Flame Slash and Thunder Tiger Break!

With a muffled boom, Zhao Wuji was sent flying backward.

He had actually been blasted away!

Holy shit, I was careless!

Zhao Wuji was shocked. He had not expected Lu Shi to possess such strength. No wonder he was a monster!

He then tried to regain his balance and land steadily on the ground.

?

A strange sensation suddenly spread through his burly body. He discovered that his body seemed slightly beyond his control.

On the other side, Tang San used a supreme art of the Tang Sect: Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

There was no time to worry about hiding his abilities. Lu Shi's two Purple Soul Rings had filled him with deep unease. He had finally gotten a chance—Xiao Wu absolutely could not be drawn away again.

He was strong, but I'll be even stronger!

I'll show everyone my own formidable strength too!

So what if my Soul Skills are inferior? My Tang Sect arts reign supreme across the entire continent!

Following the direction in which Zhao Wuji was flying, he borrowed the momentum and sent Zhao Wuji flying even faster.

Zhu Zhuqing's two Century Soul Rings lit up at once. Her pupils suddenly narrowed into vertical slits, and she silently accelerated, spinning rapidly as she attacked Zhao Wuji.

Hell Stab!

Then hundreds of claw shadows appeared simultaneously. Within an incredibly short span of time, they struck Zhao Wuji's chest hundreds of times. Every attack hit the same spot and carried piercing force, making them immensely powerful!

Nether Hundred Claws!

The moment she finished using her Soul Skill, she immediately retreated. Lu Shi had instructed her to do so before the battle.

She would definitely listen to Lu Shi.

Dai Mubai, who was watching from the side, furrowed his brow as he stared at Zhu Zhuqing.

Could that be... the Nether Civet Martial Soul?!

Zhao Wuji's chest burned with pain. He immediately used Unmoving Bright King Body, golden light protecting his body. However, no one was within three meters of him, so the Soul Skill had no effect at all.

After falling to the ground, he rolled twice. Before he could stop, Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the earth again, trying to bind him and inject venom into his wounds.

Three breaths later,

Seeing no movement from Zhao Wuji, Tang San thought his poison had worked and was instantly overjoyed. Sure enough, listening to his teacher had been the right choice.

He had truly found a good teacher and was walking the right path.

Hahaha, a wonderful future lay right before his eyes!

He excitedly stepped forward. Before Lu Shi could stop him, Zhao Wuji suddenly let out a low roar, and the Blue Silver Grass was shattered once again.

Shattered even more thoroughly.

Everyone watched as Zhao Wuji rose to his feet, spat out the dirt and grass in his mouth, and had muscles bulge all over his body. A thick layer of gray-brown fur grew over him, and his height exceeded two and a half meters.

He looked exactly like a huge humanoid gray bear standing upright.

He sneered.

"You're celebrating too soon!"

"You think this little bit of strength is enough to defeat me?"

Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink...

In an instant, seven Soul Rings rose up. An invisible gravity field spread out, and the five of them suddenly felt their bodies become heavy. Their feet seemed trapped in a swamp, while their body weight doubled.

The five of them were firmly restrained.

This was too humiliating. He had actually been driven into such a sorry state by a few juniors. If word got out, people would laugh themselves to death.

Unmoving Bright King? He might as well call himself the Unmoving Turtle.

He absolutely had to regain his dignity!

Zhao Wuji first locked onto Tang San, whose face was pale after suffering two backlashes. He hated those who used poison and underhanded tricks the most. Battles were supposed to be open and fair. A win was a win, and a loss was a loss.

Resorting to filthy methods because you could not win was simply despicable. It was disgusting, and Tang San had to be taught a lesson.

Even if Blue Silver Grass could not cause him any real harm, Zhao Wuji would still start with him.

"Get over here!"

He shouted, using Gravity Compression as he extended a giant palm like a fan.

Tang San's body lost control and flew toward him.

"Vigorous Vajra Palm!"

Tang San realized that he could not dodge at all. Despair filled his heart, and he could only wrap himself in Blue Silver Grass. But how could Blue Silver Grass, whose quality had barely improved, possibly withstand the fist swung by the Vigorous Vajra Bear?

He did not even have time to scream before Tang San was sent flying more than ten meters away. He rolled uncontrollably across the muddy ground before finally collapsing on the grass like a dead dog... a dead Black Bear Spirit.

He did not move at all.

Zhao Wuji hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat guilty, but he still chose not to look at Tang San lying on the ground. Tang San would definitely be fine. He had held back.

Zhao Wuji's purpose was to make the newly enrolled students understand the gap in strength. They were all geniuses, but they still needed to work hard. It was not as though he truly wanted to kill them.

It was just that he had not expected Tang San to be this frail. At most, he meant to make him—

Seeing this, Lu Shi silently prayed for Zhao Wuji.

You're doomed, Zhao Wuji. His father is Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo.

Tang Hao's hope for destroying Spirit Hall, and his son, had been smacked into a dead dog by a bear.

His father would come looking for him tonight.

Lu Shi could already imagine how furious Tang Hao, hiding in the shadows, must be. He had probably already taken the Clear Sky Hammer into his hand.