In the forest, Tang San was absorbing a soul ring with his eyes tightly shut. Blood spilled from his mouth, and his face was horribly contorted, as though he were suffering the soul ring's backlash. Flender, however, stood in front of him, blocking him from view.
Flender faced the three people with a grim expression. Before him stood two elderly people and a young girl.
Eight soul rings encircled one of the elders: two yellow, three purple, and three black. Although their quality was lacking, he was nevertheless a powerful Soul Douluo.
The elder had a head of silver hair and held a gleaming silver dragon-headed staff more than four meters long. He was speaking to the other elder beside him.
The other elder was a woman. Judging by her face, she appeared to be around fifty, for she had maintained her skin very well. It was as smooth and tender as a baby's, with her graying hair the only blemish.
The woman held a three-meter-long snake-headed staff in her right hand. Six soul rings pulsed up and down around her body, marking her as a Six-Ring Soul Emperor.
Accompanying the two elders was a pretty girl of about fifteen. She had ear-length hair and wore fitted combat attire. Her brown eyes looked as though she wore colored contacts, and she stared fixedly at Tang San.
"Why did you kill my demon spider? Why?"
The pretty girl's expression was ugly as she shouted at Flender and Tang San.
Flender was in an utterly awkward position. He had just fought a battle between Soul Saints, then battled the king of the forest. Now that he had used his Martial Soul Avatar, his strength had fallen by at least half.
He had heard of the two powerful figures before him. They could