True to his word, Tang San dug up all the false crystal blood dragon ginseng. These herbs all had the effect of increasing Soul Power.
However, unlike genuine crystal blood dragon ginseng, these false herbs could not replenish what the body had lost. Instead, they squeezed out the user's potential and lifespan.
Since Yu Xiaogang was already on his must-kill list, there was no harm in disposing of a few of them early.
A sinister smile appeared on Tang San's face, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
"I'll let you finish the tournament in all your glory."
Sunday and his companions left Heaven Dou City and traveled south to the border of the Haagen-Dazs Kingdom.
The group pushed several carts piled high with farm produce, with a burly man sitting on one of them.
The dark-skinned man watched the Shi Mo brothers working hard to push his cart and scratched his head sheepishly.
"Sorry, lads. I've really gone and caused you trouble."
The Shi Mo brothers shook their heads.
"It's all right, sir. This is nothing for us."
Ning Rongrong, walking beside them, chimed in as well.
"Exactly. Your leg is hurt, so just sit there and rest."
A burly man following the carts heard their exchange, grinned, and wiped the sweat from his face.
"Old Wang, what lucky star is shining on you today? You've actually got young masters and ladies pushing your cart?"
"That's right! Old Wang's struck it lucky."
"Hahahaha!"
Hearing his neighbors tease him, the man called Old Wang waved them off.
"Go on, get out of here! What nonsense are you spouting?"
Just then, a young fellow looked at Sunday beside him, curiosity in his eyes.
"Sir, where are you all headed? Have you got business to attend to?"
Sunday handed the young fellow the