Self-Created Soul Skill!

Tang San frowned slightly.

He had been an assassin in his previous life, and his sensitivity to auras far surpassed that of ordinary people.

The seemingly rough-hewn man before him was shrouded in an oppressive presence as heavy as a mountain.

Even standing there casually, he gave Tang San the illusion that there was no opening to exploit.

Although he could now easily crush Soul Elders like Dai Mubai, against this man, he had no confidence whatsoever, even if he played every trump card.

At that thought, Tang San said gravely, "This junior is Tang San."

"Tang San? A good name."

Zhao Wuji grinned. "My name is Zhao Wuji, and I'm a teacher at Shrek Academy. Interested in joining us?"

Tang San frowned slightly. "Is Shrek Academy some major power?"

In his eyes, apart from the Upper Three Sects, no force was worth joining.

Zhao Wuji paused, then burst into laughter. "I wouldn't call us a major power, but every teacher at Shrek Academy is at least a Soul Emperor, and we also have one of the continent's foremost theoretical masters!"

"With a lineup like that, we're no worse than an advanced soul master academy."

A theoretical master?

For some reason, hearing that term instinctively reminded Tang San of the fraud he had met at Nuoding Academy.

Besides, he belonged to the Clear Sky Sect. How could he possibly join another force?

"Not interested."

Tang San answered bluntly, without even thinking.

Zhao Wuji froze.

"Kid, won't you reconsider? Shrek..."

"No."

"..."

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face stiffened.

The next second, his Soul Saint aura spread out in full.

Tang San felt as though a mountain had pressed down on his shoulders. His knees bent slightly, and his bones gave a series of faint creaks.

Zhao Wuji said gravely, "Kid, I'll ask you one last time. Are you joining Shrek or not?"

Tang San forced himself to remain standing and sneered. "Like teacher, like student."

"This so-called Shrek Academy is probably just a gathering place for thugs, isn't it?"

"What a sharp-tongued brat!"

Zhao Wuji lost all patience and reached out to seize Tang San's shoulder.

A Soul Saint's strike was so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Even without using his martial soul or soul power, if that palm landed squarely, even a Soul Emperor would be done for.

Fortunately, Tang San had prepared. The first soul ring beneath his feet abruptly lit up.

Enhanced Dragon-Patterned Blue Silver Grass burst up from beneath his feet, coiling around Zhao Wuji's wrist like nimble snakes.

Zhao Wuji frowned.

Blue Silver Grass? This toughness isn't right.

With a pulse of his soul power, the Dragon-Patterned Blue Silver Grass snapped strand by strand.

But in that brief instant of delay, Tang San had already retreated several meters using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

At the same time, purple light flared in his eyes as he pushed Purple-Gold Demon Eyes to the limit. Both hands swept across his waist, and as his fingers danced, several cold gleams flew from his hands.

These were the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons that Tang San had painstakingly crafted at the Clear Sky Sect.

"Interesting."

Zhao Wuji had not expected Tang San to fight back. With a casual sweep of his right hand, an earthen-yellow soul power barrier rose before him.

Clink, clink, clink!

Most of the hidden weapons struck the barrier and fell to the ground.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to offer a few mocking remarks, he suddenly frowned.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw four exceedingly faint silver glints that had somehow circled behind him.

Their angles were so tricky and their trajectories so deceptive that they completely avoided the directions he instinctively defended.

They headed straight for the back of his neck, his lumbar spine, the bends of his knees, and... his crotch!

What a vicious brat!

Zhao Wuji was startled.

This hidden weapon technique did not resemble a soul master's methods. Its ruthlessness seemed more like that of an assassin who had passed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

With no time to think further, he unleashed his soul power, and a thick layer of protective energy rose over his body.

Several more crisp clangs rang out as three silver needles were knocked away by the protective energy.

Only the last needle came from an angle far too tricky, passing right through a weak point in his protective energy and grazing his lower back.

Shhk!

Zhao Wuji felt a chill at his waist, followed by a faint sting.

Turning his head to look, he saw a silver needle embedded partway into his flesh, its tail still trembling gently.

Beads of blood seeped from the wound and dripped down the hem of his clothes onto the ground.

Dead silence fell over the scene.

"Hiss!"

Someone in the surrounding crowd sucked in a sharp breath.

A Soul Saint-level expert had actually been wounded by a Soul Elder-level youth?

Even if it was only a scratch, it was still enough to shock everyone.

Dai Mubai had long since retreated to the side, his pupils contracting sharply.

He had just fought Tang San. Though he had thought his opponent had a few tricks, he had never imagined the brat was hiding such hidden weapon skills.

With those angles, if he had been the one trying to dodge, he would probably have been turned into a pincushion.

Ma Hongjun swallowed and hunched his neck, not daring to make a sound.

The amusement on Zhao Wuji's face vanished completely, replaced by solemnity.

He pulled the silver needle from his waist and looked down at the faint green tint on its tip, his brow tightly furrowed.

"What a vicious brat! You even coated it in poison?!"

"You're allowed to bully the young with your seniority, but I'm not allowed to prepare a backup?"

Tang San sneered, his gaze sharp, as two purple soul rings lit up beneath his feet in succession.

"Second Soul Skill: Luxuriant Branches and Leaves!"

"Third Soul Skill: Azure Sky Blue Silver!"

As his words fell, countless strands of Dragon-Patterned Blue Silver Grass around him grew rapidly, gathering and melding in midair until they gradually formed a thick, dragon-shaped vine.

Tang San's second and third soul rings had both come from Azure Sky Dragon-Patterned Vines. This kind of vine not only possessed tremendous vitality, but also bestowed upon Blue Silver Grass an ability akin to fusion.

Drawing on Tang Tianlin's Dragon Transformation ability, he had independently developed a self-created soul skill: Blue Silver Azure Sky Dragon!

He fused the thrice-enhanced Dragon-Patterned Blue Silver Grass together, not only greatly increasing its toughness but also giving it a degree of offensive capability.

After fusion, the branches and leaves on the Blue Silver Grass's surface would also become sharp and resilient, allowing them to be used as hidden weapons.

"Your second soul ring is already a thousand-year one?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted.

He had seen plenty of geniuses, yet Tang San's soul ring configuration still exceeded his understanding.

But what concerned him even more was the dragonlike Blue Silver Grass before him.

Pale golden, dragon-scale-like markings covered its emerald leaves, and the entire plant radiated an indescribable bloodline pressure.

It was as though he were facing not a plant-type martial soul, but a true beast martial soul!

Just then, Tang San abruptly brought his hands together, pouring soul power fiercely between his palms.

The dragon-shaped vine formed from countless fused strands of Dragon-Patterned Blue Silver Grass suddenly raised its draconic head and bore down on Zhao Wuji from above, carrying the howl of the wind!

At the same time, Tang San's fingers danced.

Dozens of dragon-scale grass leaves, their edges gleaming with a cold golden light, flew from his hands and concealed themselves in the dragon-shaped vine's shadow.

Silent and soundless, they headed straight for Zhao Wuji's throat, heart, and vulnerable left flank.

Their angles were tricky, their trajectories ruthless, their killing intent concealed.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted slightly.

He could tell that the vine dragon was merely a screen. The truly lethal threat was the leaves hidden behind it.

This brat looked young, but his attacks were more seasoned than those of many veterans who had roamed the world for years. Every move lured you into defending in the wrong direction.

"What a born assassin!"