Was Grandmaster going to fight?
Everyone was a little worried. There was no denying that Grandmaster was genuinely weak.
Even Tang San was worried. Grandmaster's problem went beyond his weak soul power.
Years of overwork and the devastating blows he had suffered had left his meridians and the vessels around his heart fragile.
Tang San had considered helping Grandmaster improve his health, but Grandmaster had refused, saying it served as a warning to himself.
"Don't worry!"
Grandmaster shouted with a powerful voice, and the soul power carried within it startled everyone.
"I, Yu Xiaogang, may be a cripple, but I'm certainly not that fragile."
"Your training will be to break past Flender and Zhao Wuji, then subdue me."
"If you succeed, I'll bring out the trump card I've kept at the bottom of my chest."
"Teacher, you still have a trump card?" Tang San asked in bewilderment. His teacher's methods really were endless.
"Hahaha! Xiao Gang traveled far and wide with us back then. You could say we left our footprints across half the continent. We even made a trip through the Far North."
Flender stroked his beard, reminiscing about their brave exploits in those days.
"All right, begin."
At Yu Xiaogang's command, Flender and Zhao Wuji instantly merged with their martial souls, revealing the power of Soul Saints.
The seven youngsters also released their martial souls. Tang San's two purple soul rings and one black soul ring drew the most attention.
No matter how many times Flender saw them, he would click his tongue in wonder and marvel at the formidable younger generation.
"Hah! Which brat took advantage of me being knocked out after that carriage crash this morning to kick me hard in the ass?"
Great Strength Vajra Bear possession!
Zhao Wuji spoke fiercely, sweeping his gaze over