"Whoa, what the hell!"
Seeing Tang San suddenly lash out, Qin Chao certainly wasn't going to sit there and wait for death.
He immediately summoned the Heaven and Earth Tower into his hand. The Golden Little Tower instantly expanded, enveloping him.
A faint tea fragrance drifted from the three-finger-wide Blue Silver Grass. That intoxicating scent carried the Mandala Snake's neurotoxin, and the grass was extremely tough. Once someone was entangled in it, breaking free would be no easy feat.
But Qin Chao had never intended to break free.
The first soul ring on the Heaven and Earth Tower flashed yellow, echoing the spinning Sun at its tip. Under Qin Chao's control, scorching flames instantly covered the entire tower.
Water and fire were the natural enemies of plant-type martial souls. Had Qin Chao been facing the Tang San from the novel after he consumed those two immortal herbs, defeating him might have taken some effort. But the current Tang San was still far too green...
Under the scorching flames, the three-finger-wide Blue Silver Grass quickly dried out, blackened, and curled. Tang San knew things had gone wrong and hurriedly tried to withdraw his martial soul.
But how could Qin Chao's flames be ordinary?
Not only were they blisteringly hot, they were also sticky. Once even a spark caught, it clung like maggots burrowing into bone, impossible to shake off.
Watching the flames creep toward his palm, Tang San had no choice but to sever that length of Blue Silver Grass, painful though it was.
A martial soul and its Soul Master shared the same root and source. When the martial soul was severed, its master naturally suffered too. Tang San tasted blood rising in his throat before coughing out a mouthful of stagnant blood.
Whoever provoked first was the bastard, and