"Brother, stop hitting me! I know I was wrong." Fists the size of sandbags slammed into Tang San, battering his face black and blue. He froze briefly, then hurriedly retreated, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Since you know you were wrong, I'll cripple your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul today, so you can never use it to cultivate by drinking blood again." As Tang San retreated, Xiao Yan closed in like a phantom, his indifferent words sounding softly beside Tang San's ear.
"Brother? I haven't cultivated with human blood in a long time. Please spare me today." Xiao Yan's cold words sent a chill through Tang San's heart, and his voice grew frantic. If Xiao Yan truly crippled his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, his cultivation would surely plummet.
Xiao Yan's expression remained indifferent. Ignoring Tang San's explanation, he swung his right leg without the slightest hesitation. Tremendous force stirred up a low sonic boom as his foot slammed into Tang San's lower abdomen.
"Aah!"
Another piercing scream rang out. Tang San flew backward along the ground, carving a furrow more than ten meters long before crashing heavily into a rock wall and passing out.
Watching Xiao Yan's almost crazed assault, the Grandmaster and his two companions no longer cried out as they had earlier. They clenched their teeth, pouring all the Soul Power within their bodies out to the surface.
"Xiao Yan, don't go too far! What right do you have to cripple Little San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? I think you're just afraid he'll surpass you someday, and you're maliciously taking revenge!" Seeing Xiao Yan approach Tang San step by step, the Grandmaster finally lost his restraint. Panting like an ox, his eyes bloodshot, he roared.
"Who the hell are you to speak to me