Soul Power pressure, laden with the dragon might of the true dragon martial soul, swept toward Tang San.
In an instant, Tang San felt as though a thousand-pound boulder had pinned him down. His body froze in place, unable to move.
His face turned deathly pale, and even breathing became agonizingly difficult.
Sweat poured down Tang San's forehead like a waterfall.
Was Yu Yuanzhen really trying to kill me?
Tang San quickly regained his senses.
How dare he? Hashirama Senju is right here! How dare he kill me?
Damn him, that despicable bastard.
Not only did he ambush and murder my father, now he's bullying someone weaker to kill me and silence me.
Damn it, damn it! I, Tang San, possess twin martial souls. I'm destined to ascend to the throne of God King! I cannot die here!
"Aaaah! Break! Break!"
Tang San let out a heart-wrenching roar.
With that roar, the taut meridians inside his body suddenly relaxed.
But he could no longer hold back the urge to urinate that he had suppressed for so long. A stream of warm liquid slowly trickled down his trouser legs and onto the ground, spreading into a small wet patch.
The entire crowd fell deathly silent.
Everyone's gaze landed on Tang San's soaked trouser legs.
The Soul Power pressure enveloping Tang San abruptly dissipated. The killing intent in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes faded, replaced by astonishment and contempt.
Using my Soul Power pressure on someone like this only sullies my Soul Power.
Meanwhile, Grandmaster had just emerged from the restroom when he heard what had happened outside.
Without even bothering to zip up his trousers, he rushed out of the venue.
He sensed the familiar pressure of the blue lightning tyrant dragon martial soul from afar and immediately pushed through the packed