His destined opportunity had finally arrived.
A god's inheritance! Cao De, what could you possibly use to fight me now?
Tang San screamed inwardly.
All his injuries had healed, and power filled his body.
He felt that if Cao De stood before him now, he could slap him to death!
Restraint! Restraint!
Tang San warned himself that he had to carry himself like a true powerhouse and could not grow careless or arrogant.
Despite these inward admonitions, he could not suppress the upward curl of his lips.
Perhaps his teeth were too hot, and he had to expose them to cool them off.
Tang San bared his teeth as a pulse of Soul Power surged around him, instantly blasting the dog hole to pieces.
He stood, brushed the dust off his tight blue trousers, and took the opportunity to tuck Little Tang San to the left.
"Cao De, wash your neck and wait for me," Tang San said with a low chuckle.
He twisted his neck from side to side, making it crack.
Tang San's movements immediately drew the attention of many Soul Masters.
Having just been through a battle, these Soul Masters were all on high alert to avoid another sneak attack.
The nearest Soul Master's gaze sharpened. He moved, thrusting his spear straight at Tang San's face.
The faint smile remained on Tang San's lips as he chuckled.
"You're courting death. Then I'll grant your wish."
The instant those words fell, Blue Silver Grass bound the man, and a pale blue Clear Sky hammer swiftly descended.
The Soul Master became a puddle of mashed flesh on the spot.
The surrounding Soul Masters were dumbstruck. He was so young, yet so powerful.
Seeing their expressions, Tang San felt utterly exhilarated.
A long staff appeared in Demon Subduing Douluo's hand,