Dai Huabin: Tang San, You've Earned My Respect. Become My...

"Little mouse, weren't you bragging about your Twin Martial Souls? Come on! Show me what you've got! Hahaha!"

Dai Huabin stood at the center of the tiger-striped formation, laughing wildly. His green-gold slit pupils brimmed with bloodthirsty madness.

The Martial Soul transformed by the Power of Abundance had given him a nearly immortal body, but it had also magnified the arrogance and ferocity in his bones. The slightest provocation could rouse his urge to slaughter.

Tang San's scalp prickled as complaints raced through his mind.

Wait. It's only been ten thousand years since I came to the lower realm. How has everyone on the Douluo Continent gone this crazy?

Dai Mubai was arrogant ten thousand years ago, but at least he followed some rules. Why is his descendant like a rabid dog?

"First Soul Skill: Growth."

Tang San barked the words, and a dark-red glow lit his fingertips.

"Soul Skill: Entanglement!"

Countless strands of Dark Blue Silver Grass studded with thorny barbs burst from the ground and surged forward like venomous pythons. In the blink of an eye, they had bound Dai Huabin tight, wrapping him into a dark-red bundle.

"Blue Silver Grass? Trash among Trash Martial Souls!" Dai Huabin's muffled voice came from inside the vines, thick with undisguised mockery. "Let me guess. Your Second Martial Soul wouldn't happen to be the Clear Sky Hammer, would it? Hahaha!"

"Third Soul Skill: Life-Blessed Vajra Transformation!"

Boom—

Dark-gold light exploded outward, sending a surging wave of force in every direction.

The tough Blue Silver Grass snapped apart inch by inch. Withered fragments flew straight at Tang San's face, carried by the blast.

Dai Huabin's body swelled, his muscles bulging as flowing gold patterns coursed over him. He tore through every restraint by sheer force.

Tang San's footwork shifted. He unleashed the