"You!" Xu Sanshi flew into a rage. He was the illustrious Young Sect Master of the Xuanming Sect, once the Outer Court's Number One. When had anyone ever spoken to him like that?
"Tang Ya, don't think you can throw your weight around in front of me just because you've gotten stronger. Let me tell you, I'm no pushover!"
The moment Xu Sanshi finished speaking, black light flashed over him, and his Black Tortoise Martial Soul appeared. Four soul rings in the standard configuration-yellow, yellow, purple, purple-lit up in succession.
He snorted coldly. "Tang Ya, don't think you're the only one with strength. I, Xu Sanshi, am not someone you can bully."
Disdain flickered through Tang Ya's alluring eyes when she saw Xu Sanshi's soul ring configuration. She sneered. "Xu Sanshi, you think those four soul rings are enough to stand against me? You really don't know your own limits."
Her words only stoked Xu Sanshi's anger. He shouted, "Tang Ya, today I'll make sure you learn how powerful I am!"
Seeing this, the teahouse staff hurried forward.
"Please, both of you, calm down, calm down. Could you take whatever this is outside? We're a small business. We can't afford the damages."
A second later, Xu Sanshi tossed a bag full of Gold Soul Coins into a staff member's hands.
"Cut the chatter. I'll cover all the damages."
As he spoke, he swept both hands outward. His Black Tortoise Martial Soul let out a low roar, and a black shock wave of soul power shot toward Tang Ya.
Tang Ya curled her lips into a cold smile as blood-red Blue Silver Grass extended from her hands.
Like supple crimson whips, the Blue Silver Grass spread rapidly through the air.
"Xu Sanshi, you think an attack of this caliber will work?"