"A ten-thousand-year... Soul Ring... my Mystic Water Pill..."
Tang San had not given up yet, but when Yu Xiaogang saw the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring on Meng Yiran, he immediately sank into despair.
Level thirty-five. Not only was Meng Yiran's Soul Power higher than Tang San's, but her Soul Ring also utterly crushed his Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
And then there was Martial Soul quality. How could mere Blue Silver Grass compare to the Serpent Cane?
Meng Yiran's grandfather had become an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, so her Martial Soul was no ordinary one either.
In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Meng Yiran was now an unbeatable existence. Even his proudest disciple could not possibly defeat her.
The thought that he would have to admit his Martial Soul Theory was all bullshit when his disciple lost shortly had him panicking already.
"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring... a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone..." Tang San's expression was grave, his heart filled with immense envy.
Like the Tang Sect's secret arts he had obtained, such treasures made him desperate to possess them.
It was just that... Maple Forest Evening was too powerful.
His own forces here were still too weak.
However, Tang San did not lose heart.
As long as he slowly obtained good things from Maple Forest Evening, he believed that, with his status as the Clear Sky Sect's young master, a mere Maple Forest Evening would soon be in his grasp.
As for Meng Yiran before him, heh, so what if she was that strong?
She would see what his Tang Sect Hidden Weapons could do!
With that thought, Tang San's First Soul Ring lit up.
"Blue Silver Entanglement!"
A mass of Blue Silver vines bearing Evil Fire patterns surged toward Meng Yiran to bind her.
They looked like an evil, hideous tentacle monster emerging from the abyss.
Meng Yiran looked disgusted. She did not want to be bound by Blue Silver vines like those.
"Three Thousand Lightning Movement!"
Her figure flashed, and she appeared overhead.
At the same time, she raised her Serpent Cane high above her head. Her Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring rapidly expanded, looking like a portal to another world.
"Hiss!"
A gigantic Mandala Snake emerged from within, its shadowy eyes gleaming with danger.
"That's... a ten-thousand-year Mandala Snake! How... is that possible?"
Tang San found it unbelievable, because the Mandala Snake before him was not a manifestation of energy, but an actual Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
From its blood Qi and the old scars on its body, he could tell that this Mandala Snake must have been summoned from somewhere.
"Kill him!"
A smile played at Meng Yiran's lips. Her third Soul Skill was incredibly heaven-defying.
It could directly summon a random snake-type Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast from the continent, and that Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would be bound by its soul, forced to obey Meng Yiran's commands.
The Mandala Snake let out a piercing shriek and lunged fiercely at Tang San.
It moved so fast that afterimages were visible.
It had to be said, this truly lived up to being a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Faced with this, Tang San had no choice but to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
Only then did he narrowly evade the Mandala Snake's charging attack.
"Hiss!"
The Mandala Snake was already ten thousand years old, and it possessed formidable means as well.
Thick green poisonous mist burst from its entire body, seeking to poison Tang San to death on the spot.
Tang San smiled disdainfully. "You're actually using poison against me? Heh..."
But just as he took a large pile of garlic, yellow rice wine, and other things from his storage device, intending to scatter them into the air...
He sensed mortal danger.
A beam of green light shot toward him.
Tang San hurriedly dodged, but it still struck one of his thighs.
It left him in unbearable pain.
A sizzling sound also came from his thigh.
The Mandala Snake's venom was immensely potent.
Tang San had no poison immunity at this point. After being poisoned, his entire body went numb, and his consciousness began to blur.
Fortunately, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had previously absorbed poison from a poison-type Soul Beast as well.
Together with the guidance of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he contained the poison in his thigh.
Tang San could not lose yet.
At the same time, Hidden Weapons shot from his body, and his Blue Silver Grass began to burn.
The Evil Fire he had devoured earlier also erupted.
It had to be said that this Evil Fire was truly powerful. It actually forced back the poisonous mist.
Tang San fixed on a direction where there was a figure.
Hidden Weapons then shot toward it as though they cost nothing.
But what came back was a series of metallic clinks and clangs.
The Hidden Weapons dispersed the poisonous mist, revealing the scene over there.
Tang San's heart sank. He could not believe it.
Beside Meng Yiran, a snake-type Soul Beast whose entire body seemed to be made of stone had actually appeared.
That was... Onix!
Onix coiled around Meng Yiran, blocking every one of Tang San's Hidden Weapons.
Sizzle...
Another sound came from the shadows, and Tang San felt the urge to curse.
A large snake with wings on its body circled in midair.
She had actually summoned three Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts at once.
How the hell was Tang San supposed to keep fighting?
Did they think Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were that easy to deal with?
Tang San was also poisoned now. Suppressing it himself definitely would not work. He needed to hurry back and have his father suppress it.
He did not want to waste any more time here. Knowing when to yield, he raised both hands and shouted:
"Meng Yiran! I... I surrender! We're only sparring... you can't kill me!"
His voice was tremendously loud, as though he were crying for help.
"Surrender? Then you haven't forgotten the condition for losing, have you?"
Meng Yiran's leisurely, cold voice drifted over.
Tang San gritted his teeth, deeply unwilling.
Yu Xiaogang was his teacher, after all. A teacher for a day was a father for life!
He, Tang San, excelled in both conduct and studies, respected his teacher, and honored his teachings. How could he do something so utterly treacherous?
"Hiss... my head's spinning..."
However, time would not wait for Tang San.
The poison in his leg began spreading upward.
Who knew what harm this poison could cause, or what irreversible damage it could do to his body?
He did not want his little brother contaminated by this poison.
What if it left him unable to use it in the future?
Of the three forms of unfilial conduct, leaving no descendants was the gravest!
So, to fulfill his filial duty, Tang San could only let Gangzi suffer a little.
Thus, Tang San hurriedly put on a very embarrassed look and said softly:
"My teacher Yu Xiaogang's... Martial Soul research... is all garbage!"
Although his voice was quiet, in this silent place, with all of them being Soul Masters, everyone heard him perfectly clearly.
Yu Xiaogang knelt on the ground.
Although Tang San had been forced to say those words, the blow to his spirit was still tremendous.
These people...
Why were they all so powerful?!
Yu Xiaogang was in agony, his heart filled with endless regret!
He regretted that, after achieving just a tiny bit of success, he had been unable to resist showing off.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. In the end, their group could only return in dejection.
"Little San, I... I don't blame you! I know you had no choice. I saw your fight just now, too. You really can use the power of Evil Fire! I think I've thought of something. I'll definitely be able to help make your Martial Soul stronger!"
Yu Xiaogang did not resent Tang San. Instead, he even offered to help him.
He knew that he himself would never amount to anything in this lifetime. Only by raising Tang San into a mighty expert could he gain face.
An expert?
Tang San had Twin Martial Souls and innate full Soul Power, and he was also Clear Sky Douluo's son.
Wasn't his becoming an expert practically nailed to the board?
Once Tang San became a Titled Douluo, he could shout, "Ah, I raised a Titled Douluo with Twin Martial Souls!"