Xiao Wu's Heart Turned Cold, Tang San Called for His Dad

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

These four words exploded like a thunderclap in the crowd.

Shui Yunlian's eyes widened suddenly, Shui Bing'er gasped, and Shui Yue'er covered her mouth.

Tai Tan's pupils contracted sharply, and his towering body trembled slightly.

All eyes turned to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu's face drained of all color in that instant, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously took a half-step back.

Her deepest fears were revealed so casually by that young man, as if he were simply remarking on the nice weather.

"A hundred thousand years... Soul Beast?"

Dai Mubai abruptly turned to stare at Xiao Wu, his expression shifting from shock to complexity.

They'd been together day and night for so long, yet no one had noticed.

Oscar was speechless, even forgetting the pain of his severed finger.

Ma Hongjun's shrill voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

The cold smile on Yu Xiaogang's face froze, slowly turning into disbelief and bewilderment.

Tang San struggled to lift his head from the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, his entire face flushed red with humiliation and anger.

He shielded Xiao Wu tightly, roaring hoarsely:

"You're talking nonsense!"

How could my sister be Soul Beast?

"The Saint Son of the Spirit Hall is truly shameless! He actually fabricated such a lie just to get my sister!"

As he spoke, he reached out to take Xiao Wu's hand.

"Sis, don't go over there, I'll protect you!"

However, his hand grasped at empty air.

Xiao Wu took a step back, avoiding his hand.

That simple step felt like a knife piercing Tang San's heart.

She stood there, her eyes red-rimmed, looking at him with disappointment in them.

That look in his eyes made him even more uneasy than when Fang Fan had trampled him underfoot.

Being defeated by Fang Fan was due to a lack of strength, but Xiao Wu's gaze clearly questioned his character.

"You two really are a good brother and sister."

Fang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"You gambled, lost, and now you don't want to honor your promise? Are all Shrek students so sore losers?"

What can you do if you don't fulfill your obligations?

Tang San suddenly turned his head, a hint of almost insane determination flashing in his eyes.

He was backed into a corner; he couldn't care less about dignity, rules, or accepting defeat.

He looked up and shouted into the void.

"Dad! Kill them!"

Upon hearing this shout, Yu Xiaogang was stunned, and so was Flender.

They had known Tang San for so long, and they had never seen him so distraught.

The usually calm, composed, and resourceful young man now resembled a child who had been bullied outside and was running home for help.

But then, a hint of relief flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes—

He is, after all, the son of Clear Sky Douluo; he has the right to say that.

"Haha, great! Clear Sky Douluo is nearby? It seems our efforts haven't been in vain!"

Flender was so excited that his glasses almost slipped off his nose. He rubbed his hands together and looked around, as if he could already see Clear Sky Douluo slaughtering everyone.

Zhao Wuji grinned, Dai Mubai loosened his clenched fist, Ma Hongjun let out a few shrill laughs from the Carriage, and even Oscar straightened his back.

The despair and oppression of the previous moment vanished instantly, and the Shrek Academy members' morale soared once more. Soul Master who doesn't cause trouble isn't a good Soul Master.

This deeply ingrained belief of theirs is starting to take effect again.

"The son of Clear Sky Douluo?"

Upon hearing this, Shui Yunlian's expression changed drastically. She subconsciously turned around and glanced at Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in her eyes.

Clear Sky Douluo was a legendary figure who single-handedly defeated Qian Xunji, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, and left him Qian Xunji injured.

Although he disappeared for many years after that battle, his name still looms large over the entire Soul Master World.

But then she frowned, looked at Tang San, and asked in confusion,

"But his Martial Soul isn't the Clear Sky Hammer!"

Shui Bing'er was also puzzled. Her icy blue eyes swept over Tang San, taking in the Blue Silver Grass. How could the Trash Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass be the son of the Clear Sky Douluo?

All eyes involuntarily turned to Fang Fan, as if he were the only one who knew the answer.

Fang Fan lived up to expectations and said calmly:

"Tang San possesses Twin Martial Souls; his Second Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer."

He paused, then added, "But it really is weak."

Tang San's face instantly turned even uglier, several times uglier than when he was being trampled underfoot.

Fang Fan not only knew his trump card, but also publicly scoffed at it. The feeling of being seen through and then dismissed was more humiliating than any physical fight.

"Xiao Wu, come here quickly! Your Third Brother has already given you to me."

Fang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone still calm, but his gaze on Xiao Wu was more serious than before.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast, the Soft Bone Rabbit, Seventh Soul Ring of his future Second Martial Soul.

This goal has never changed from the beginning.

"No... don't go there!"

Tang San reached out to grab Xiao Wu again, and this time he finally caught her wrist, gripping it tightly.

Xiao Wu lowered her head and looked at the hand that was tightly gripping her wrist. That hand had once shielded her from bullies at the gate of the Nuoding Academy, had once handed her Recovery Sausage at Shrek's training ground, and had once made her feel incredibly safe.

But now, this hand, clenched so tightly, felt utterly unfamiliar to her.

She didn't struggle; she simply raised her other hand and pried Tang San's fingers apart one by one.

"Third Brother,"

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only Tang San could hear it.

"When you agreed to the bet, did you ask me if I was willing?"

Tang San opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Xiao Wu didn't go to Fang Fan; instead, she turned to the side and stood alone.

She didn't cry, but her eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She wasn't angry that Tang San lost, but that he hadn't asked for her opinion at all, and had just taken it for granted that he would put her on the gambling table.

"Xiao Wu, are you really Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form?"

Oscar's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the brief silence in the room.

He asked the question that was on everyone's mind.

The Shrek students all stared at Xiao Wu, their eyes filled with shock, curiosity, and a hint of covetousness that was hard to define.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is Titled Douluo- level existence, and it must carry Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Spirit Bone. Any one of these can allow an ordinary Soul Master to rise to the top in one step.

Yu Xiaogang was struck dumb, and muttered to himself:

"Soul Beast Transformation... such a strange thing really exists! I've studied Martial Soul Theory for half my life and have never seen a real case like this..."

No wonder, no wonder her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul is so pure, it turns out she herself is Soul Beast!

Dai Mubai stared intently at Xiao Wu, his expression so complex that even he couldn't quite make sense of it.

He always thought Xiao Wu was just an ordinary girl with outstanding talent, lively and cute, occasionally a little willful, but an indispensable member of the team.

But now Fang Fan tells him that the girl who trains, eats, and plays with him every day is actually a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.