"Little bastard, that power you just used wasn't your own, was it? It belonged to that scythe in your hand?"
Yu Yuanzhen stared at Tang San and demanded coldly, his face extraordinarily grim.
Tang San hadn't just refrained from using soul skills-he hadn't even released his martial soul.
Yet with nothing but the Demon Scythe in his hand, he had shattered both Yu Yuanzhen's Ninth Soul Skill and Eighth Soul Skill?
That was simply beyond any ordinary Soul Master!
"So what if it was? Today, your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is doomed!"
Tang San answered with a cold sneer.
"Arrogant! You're far too arrogant! My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has thousands of Soul Masters. How could you possibly destroy us alone?"
Yu Yuanzhen spoke coldly, his eyes full of contempt.
"Heh, unless something unexpected happened, Mu Bai has already started slaughtering the other members of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
Tang San spoke indifferently, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
"What? You're joking, aren't you? Dai Mubai alone can handle over two thousand Soul Masters?"
Before Yu Yuanzhen could speak, disbelief appeared on Yu Luomian's face.
Wasn't Dai Mubai just the Third Prince of the Star Luo Empire? At most, he was only a Soul Emperor.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had a dozen or so Soul Saints, no matter how one counted them. What the hell was Dai Mubai supposed to slaughter them with-his head?
"Heh heh heh, a bunch of poisoned trash with less than one percent of their soul power left-why wouldn't Mu Bai be able to kill them?"
Tang San gave a sinister smile, his face full of disdain.
"Poisoned? Second Brother, go take a look!"
At those words, Yu Yuanzhen's expression turned extremely ugly. Hatred flickered in his eyes as