The world where Tang San lived. Nuoding City.
[Ding, your opponent has broken through to Soul Grandmaster. Please cultivate diligently, catch up, and unlock the duel as soon as possible to avoid falling too far behind.]
The voice ringing in his mind made Tang San, whose soul power level was only 13, shudder, disbelief written all over his face.
"A Soul Grandmaster? A six-and-a-half-year-old Soul Grandmaster? How is that possible?!"
He had cultivated tirelessly, even casting his smithing work aside and turning a deaf ear to Xiao Wu's invitations, devoting himself entirely to growing stronger. Why was he still so far behind?!
A Soul Grandmaster under seven years old-such a person could not possibly exist in this world!
"Why? Why is this happening again? What exactly caused this? What has that Tang Yin been through?!"
His eyes reddened, and he panted like an ox. Tang San gasped in disbelief, the flames of jealousy in his heart already raging to their peak!
During their last duel, the gap between them had clearly been only a level or two. How had it grown so enormous now?!
He was the one blessed with immense fortune, reincarnated across two lives. Why should a woman like her crush him beneath her feet?!
His breathing uneven, Tang San trembled all over. But amid his agitation, he remembered something, reached out, and retrieved a cultivation manual from his Storage Soul Tool.
This... was something he had looted from the corpses of that Spirit Hall patrol squad.
[Soul Devouring Art]
A secret art that cultivated by devouring other people's souls, supposedly capable of greatly increasing cultivation speed...
Tang San gasped for breath, fierce resentment welling up in his eyes.
"Yes, that's it. She must have used some sinister art like this. Her foundation must