Blue Silver Space Kill

The Seven-Leaf Sword Grass's razor-sharp leaves gave it formidable killing power.

To keep his Blue Silver Grass from being severed, Tang San would have had to pour Soul Power into it at an unsustainable rate.

Tang San hurriedly withdrew his Blue Silver Grass, narrowly avoiding exhaustion.

With the Blue Silver Grass out of the way, the seven swords came at him again.

The other members of the Imperial Fighting Team weren't idle either. Each brought out their best techniques.

Dugu Yan's deadly poison corroded the seven swords, which were still grass at their core.

Unfortunately, the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was too powerful. Her corrosion had little effect.

Facing the seven swords, Tang San's fighting spirit surged.

"Blue Silver Dragon Soar!" he shouted. A blue dragon swiftly took shape and charged to meet them.

The attack finally drove back the seven swords.

But after using Blue Silver Dragon Soar just once, Tang San was already exhausted.

The Seven-Leaf Sword Grass pressed its attack, sending the seven swords at him again.

Tang San formed a Blue Silver Spear to block them, but before one sword could touch its tip, it suddenly vanished!

"Watch out!"

Ling Han sensed something wrong and flashed behind Tang San.

Sure enough, the vanished sword reappeared at Tang San's back.

Ling Han reacted instantly. One punch shattered the sword.

The loss of a sword dealt the Seven-Leaf Sword Grass a grievous blow.

"To think it has the rare Space Attribute."

Seven-Leaf Sword Grass was scarce to begin with. One possessing the Space Attribute was rarer still.

Tang San had struck gold today. Obtaining a Soul Ring from a ten-thousand-year Seven-Leaf Sword Grass with the Space Attribute would mean a great deal to him.

But now it was Ling Han's turn to deal with the Seven-Leaf Sword Grass.

With a wave of his hand, Ling Han swept the Imperial Fighting Team aside with his Soul Power, moving them to safety.

Then he walked slowly toward the Seven-Leaf Sword Grass.

Sensing Ling Han's presence, the Seven-Leaf Sword Grass flailed its leaves in terror.

Its remaining six swords used the Space Attribute to stab at Ling Han from all manner of unexpected angles.

But Ling Han was hardly an ordinary opponent.

In his eyes, a grievously weakened ten-thousand-year Seven-Leaf Sword Grass was no more threatening than a little girl.

However the six swords attacked, they could not so much as scratch him.

Ling Han gave a casual wave, and all six swords shattered.

Stripped of its swords, the Seven-Leaf Sword Grass stood bare and had lost all ability to fight.

"Xiao San, come finish it off."

Tang San nodded and approached the Seven-Leaf Sword Grass with his Blue Silver Spear in hand.

Without hesitation, he drove the Blue Silver Spear into its body.

The Seven-Leaf Sword Grass died an instant later.

A faint pressure washed over them, accompanied by a razor-sharp aura.

A black Soul Ring slowly rose, radiating power.

Tang San sat cross-legged and began absorbing the Soul Ring.

Meanwhile, deep in the Core Area of the Star Dou Great Forest, something stirred.

Tang San sat on the ground, his brows tightly furrowed. Absorbing this Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was clearly no easy task.

Ling Han and the rest of the Imperial Fighting Team waited nearby.

Time passed. At last, Tang San's brow gradually relaxed. He had evidently made it through the most dangerous part of absorbing the Soul Ring.

The black Soul Ring settled outside his three existing rings.

Yellow, purple, purple, black. That was Tang San's current Soul Ring Configuration, even more impressive than it had been in the original story.

Once he had finished absorbing the Soul Ring, Tang San opened his eyes.

"Well, Xiao San? How do you feel?"

Tang San's eyes shone with delight.

"Teacher, my Soul Power jumped straight to rank forty-three!"

Ling Han nodded. "Good. That's the benefit of absorbing a Soul Ring above your level."

"Tell me about your Soul Skill, Xiao San."

The rest of the Imperial Fighting Team wanted to know the same thing.

They were curious what kind of Soul Skill Tang San had gained from a ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring.

Tang San smiled. "Teacher, sorry for the trouble, but could you help me test my fourth Soul Skill?"

Ling Han nodded.

The two walked to an open area so the Soul Skill would not accidentally injure anyone else.

Tang San summoned his Martial Soul.

Blue Silver Grass appeared in his right hand. It seemed to have grown sturdier since he had absorbed his fourth Soul Ring.

And in this life, because he had become Ling Han's disciple, his Blue Silver Grass had not been tainted by a poison-attribute Soul Ring. It was still blue.

Four Soul Rings—yellow, purple, purple, and black—appeared beneath Tang San's feet.

Then his fourth Soul Ring, the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, suddenly activated.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Space Kill!"

The space around Ling Han rippled.

Countless strands of Blue Silver Grass emerged from unexpected corners, their tips as sharp as swords as they stabbed toward him.

The entire Soul Skill flowed smoothly, with almost no windup.

That alone made it a promising ability.

Ling Han neither dodged nor raised a Soul Power shield. He simply let the swordlike Blue Silver Grass strike him.

Clang, clang, clang! The blows rang against Ling Han's body.

With his current physical strength, the Blue Silver Grass could not penetrate his defenses.

But this let Ling Han gauge its power firsthand.

By his estimation, the force of Tang San's fourth Soul Skill already rivaled a Soul Emperor's sixth Soul Skill.

"Not bad, Xiao San. This Soul Skill packs a serious punch. Used well, it'll be another trump card."

"Teacher, I think there's more I can do with this Soul Skill."

Ling Han looked at Tang San with interest.

"How so?"

Tang San smiled. "Teacher, I can use this Soul Skill against a group."

A group attack? Ling Han paused, then understood.

Tang San was a child of destiny. In the original story, he could use his fourth Soul Skill, Blue Silver Cage, against a group. There was no reason Blue Silver Space Kill could not work the same way.

"Would using it against a group weaken it?"

That was what concerned Ling Han most.

If using it against a group greatly reduced its power, Tang San would be better off doing what he had just done and targeting only the enemy's key fighter.

Tang San shook his head. "I haven't tried it yet, but I don't think so. It should only consume more Soul Power."

That made Blue Silver Space Kill even more formidable.

As a single-target attack, it could rival a Soul Emperor's sixth Soul Skill.

If Tang San used it against a group, wouldn't that be like hitting every opponent with a Soul Emperor's sixth Soul Skill?

At this rate, there was no need to wait another three years. Tang San could already sweep the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament.

"So this is a Soul Skill from a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? That's monstrous!" Dugu Yan's jaw dropped when she heard what Tang San's Soul Skill could do.

The other members of the Imperial Fighting Team reacted much the same way.

They had studied plenty of Soul Master theory and knew exactly what a ten-thousand-year group Soul Skill meant.

And the fact that Tang San's Soul Skill lost none of its power when used against a group made it even more terrifying.