It's still purple!
Flender's expression completely changed.
Tang San stared intently at Xiao Xuan's feet, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.
purple!
Purple again!
The first and Second Soul Ring are both thousand years old!
This completely contradicts their understanding of Soul Master Soul Ring Configuration!
However--
It's not over yet.
The third Soul Ring slowly rose.
black!
A deep black light spread out beneath Xiao Xuan's feet.
Flender's pupils contracted sharply.
Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!
Tang San's mind went blank for a moment.
The Third Soul Ring...
Ten thousand years?!
How could that be!
But then...
The fourth Soul Ring appeared.
It's still black!
purple!
purple!
black!
black!
Four Soul Ring silently circled around Xiao Xuan's side.
Just moments ago, Flender was full of arrogance, but now he instinctively stopped in mid-air.
He stared intently at the four Soul Ring, his face filled with disbelief.
Tang San was completely stunned.
The First Soul Ring lasted a thousand years.
The Second Soul Ring lasts for a thousand years.
My third and Fourth Soul Ring are both 10,000 years old!
What kind of monster is this?!
Only at this moment did Flender suddenly realize how ridiculous his earlier statement, "I can teach you myself," had been.
teach?
What can I use to teach?
The Soul Ancestor's Soul Ring Configuration was completely beyond his comprehension!
And from beginning to end.
Xiao Xuan simply stood there quietly.
There was no boasting.
There was no explanation.
Even his expression didn't change much.
But the four Soul Ring— purple, purple, black, and black—surrounding him were enough to surpass any words.
For the first time, Flender's face was filled with seriousness, replacing his shame and anger.
However, Xiao Xuan did not give him time to continue being shocked.
"Now--"
He slowly raised the bamboo spear.
The spearhead was pointed directly at Flender in mid-air.
Do you still think you're qualified to teach me?
The words had barely left his mouth.
Xiao Xuan took a step forward!
The ground suddenly cracked open.
The figure vanished from the spot in an instant!
Flender's pupils contracted sharply.
That's too fast!
By the time he realized what was happening, Xiao Xuan was already standing in front of him.
The bamboo spear shot out with a roar!
boom!
A terrifying force erupted head-on.
Flender didn't even have time to dodge completely; he could only instinctively avoid vital areas.
The next second.
Flender was sent flying backward through the air as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy hammer.
Bang!
His body crashed heavily into a large tree in the distance.
The thick tree trunk trembled violently.
The moment Flender landed, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Puff--"
He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, his chest heaving violently.
Just one strike.
Seriously injured!
Tang San stood frozen in place, completely stunned.
Level 78 Soul Saint.
Go all out.
He couldn't even block Black Bamboo's spear!
A chill I'd never felt before instantly rose from my back.
You'll die!
You really can die!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Tang San didn't hesitate for a second.
They didn't even care about Flender.
Turn around and run!
The Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was instantly unleashed.
The figure flashed through the woods, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Xuan turned his head and glanced at Tang San, who was fleeing.
No pursuit was made.
He simply raised the bamboo spear slowly.
Soul Power gathered along the gun barrel.
The next moment.
The spear tip thrust forward suddenly!
A sharp burst of Soul Power shot out, heading straight for Tang San's back!
Tang San felt a chill run down his spine.
The moment he turned around, his face turned deathly pale.
There's no escaping it!
Just as the attack was about to land--
"Stop!"
A furious roar suddenly came from afar.
Immediately afterwards, a burly figure rushed out and stood directly behind Tang San.
Zhao Wuji!
boom!
The violent Soul Power exploded head-on.
In his haste, Zhao Wuji managed to block most of the force.
However, the residual impact still passed through his body and slammed hard into Tang San.
"Puff!"
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.
" The Xiao San!"
He was just about to turn around and inspect.
The next moment, as if suddenly realizing something, he turned around abruptly.
Ahead.
It was completely deserted.
Xiao Xuan had disappeared without anyone knowing when.
Only Flender, severely wounded and lying on the ground, was left behind.
And Tang San, whose face was deathly pale and whose mouth was stained with blood.
When Tang San woke up again, he had already returned to the Shrek Academy.
The moment he strained his chest, the intense pain made him gasp.
" Third Brother!"
Xiao Wu, who had been staying by the bedside, quickly came over.
"You're finally awake!"
Tang San, however, disregarded his injuries.
What still comes to mind is that scene from a few days ago.
Purple, purple, black, black!
The four Soul Ring appeared right before my eyes, so clearly and brightly.
And that shot.
Even Flender, at level 78, couldn't block it.
Where is the teacher?
Tang San suddenly propped himself up.
Xiao Wu quickly held him down.
Third Brother, your injuries haven't healed yet!
Where is the teacher?
I have something to ask him.
Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an urgency that Xiao Wu had never heard before.
"I'm here."
The door was pushed open.
Yu Xiaogang in.
Behind him followed Flender, whose face was pale.
Compared to Tang San, Flender's injuries were clearly more severe.
Even though some time has passed, I still feel a bit unnatural when I walk.
Upon seeing Yu Xiaogang, Tang San immediately raised his head.
"Teacher."
I want to ask you something.
Yu Xiaogang paused in his steps.
He had already guessed it.
really.
Tang San immediately asked in his next sentence:
"You told me before that there's a limit to how much Soul Master can absorb from Soul Ring."
" The First Soul Ring is only a little over four hundred years old, and the Second Soul Ring is only a little over seven hundred years old."
"Exceeding the body's limits can result in serious injury at best, and death from the body exploding at worst."
"Is that right?"
Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Good."
"And what about him?"
Tang San stared intently at his teacher.
"Purple, purple, black, black."
" The First Soul Ring is a thousand years!"
" The Third Soul Ring has reached ten thousand years!"
"So what?"
The room fell silent immediately.
Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San, then at Yu Xiaogang, but remained silent.
Yu Xiaogang's expression was rather unpleasant.
" Xiao San, calm down."
"I am calm."
Tang San interrupted him.
This was the first time he had spoken to Yu Xiaogang like this since becoming his apprentice.
But he couldn't control himself.
He was thinking about this problem before he fell into a coma.
The first thing I thought about when I woke up was...
if...
Is the teacher's theory wrong?
What if the First Soul Ring could truly absorb Thousand-Year Soul Ring?
Why was he only able to absorb the four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake back then?
Why can the Second Soul Ring only be chosen for a hundred years?
If I could do that too...
What if my own strength...?
Tang San dared not think any further.
But once this thought appears, it's like it's stuck in your heart, and you can't get rid of it no matter what.
Yu Xiaogang clearly understood Tang San's thoughts, but he did not answer immediately.
Yu Xiaogang frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly asked:
" Xiao San, when you fought that person, did you get a clear look at his face?"
Tang San was taken aback, then shook his head.
"No."
"He wore a mask from the very beginning of the Soul Fighting Arena, and he didn't take it off even when the battle took place outside the city."
Yu Xiaogang then looked at Flender.
" Flender, and you?"
Flender recalled for a moment, then shook his head as well.
"I didn't see it."
"That kid covered his face completely; he never showed his true face from beginning to end."
Yu Xiaogang nodded thoughtfully.
"In other words, up to this point, we still don't know his true identity."
Tang San frowned.
"Teacher, what does this have to do with his Soul Ring?"
Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a moment.
"I just feel that if someone is deliberately hiding their identity from the beginning, then what we saw at the time may not all be true."
Tang San's expression shifted.
"You mean..."
"Illusion."