The next few days were one nightmare after another for Tang Wulin.
To push him to his limits, Mu Ye stopped at nothing. From the crushing pressure of the deep sea to mental illusions and the bites of all manner of venomous Soul Beasts, Mu Ye brought out practically every trick he had kept up his sleeve.
Yet the results left Mu Ye both pleased and frustrated.
He was pleased because Tang Wulin's physical constitution was simply monstrous. The regenerative power of his Golden Dragon King bloodline made him like a cockroach that refused to die. What frustrated him was that, no matter how he put Tang Wulin through the wringer, the boy simply could not cross the threshold of a second awakening.
"Ordinary ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts are barely scratching an itch for him now."
Standing at the bow, Mu Ye watched the corpse of a Soul Beast that Tang Wulin had punched flying across the distant sea and shook his head helplessly.
"Unless it's the kind of crisis that would have left him suffocating when he was little, it won't stimulate his potential at all. This kid has grown too fast."
A ruthless glint flashed through Mu Ye's eyes. He took a flare emitting a scarlet glow from his clothes and fired it straight into the sky.
"If the ordinary ones won't work, let's make things exciting!"
Half an hour later, the sea began to churn violently.
The azure water gradually turned dark red, and a nauseating, bloody stench filled the air.
"Roooar!"
Amid shrill roars, fifty enormous Demon Soul Great White Sharks with blade-like dorsal fins burst through the water, surrounding the submarine wreckage where Tang Wulin stood.
These were no ordinary Demon Soul Great White Sharks. Every one of them had ten-thousand-year cultivation! Their scarlet eyes