Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 4: There are five people, and three costs!

Just as he was still in shock, Tang San spoke calmly, his voice carrying a maturity and thoughtfulness beyond his years.

"Uncle, could it be that because both Ren and I are born with full soul power, testing two at once caused the crystal ball to break?" Tang San's words brought Su Yuntao back to his senses, and he began to consider this possibility.

"By the way, is Ren injured?" Tang San continued to ask, his gaze turning to Ren, his expression innocent and harmless, as if he were genuinely concerned about Ren.

Tang San's question made Su Yuntao realize the seriousness of the problem. He quickly looked at Ren, only to find that Ren was still expressionless, his blood-red eyes calm as still water, as if everything that had just happened was a trivial matter to him.

Blade responded indifferently, merely putting on the skin of a six-year-old child.

At this moment, seeing that Ren didn't seem to be injured by the crystal ball's explosion, and with Tang San's reasonable explanation, Su Yuntao couldn't help but rest his chin on his hand and fall into deep thought. After a moment, he nodded, seemingly accepting the explanation.

"Your situation is quite unusual." Su Yuntao's voice carried a hint of disbelief, while also revealing his helplessness regarding this strange phenomenon.

"A genius with innate full soul power is a rare find, one in a hundred years, and two of them have appeared at once! What a pity, what a pity." His tone was full of regret, as if he could see the tragedy of two geniuses being buried.

"A broken sword, a Blue Silver Grass." Su Yuntao's tone was tinged with disdain. He shook his head, seemingly not optimistic about the two people's martial souls.

"Even if your martial soul is just a complete farming tool, it's still much stronger than your useless soul." His words revealed his concern for the two's future path, believing that their martial souls could not give them the power they deserved.

"Then, I can too." Su Yuntao stopped before he could finish speaking, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, as if he was thinking about what their future would be like if their martial souls were different.

"Sigh," Su Yuntao sighed deeply, his sigh like the north wind in winter, carrying endless chill and regret. He shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked past them with a regretful expression, slowly heading towards the door.

His figure gradually disappeared outside the door, leaving Tang San and Ren speechless in the room. An indescribable feeling filled the air.

Upon seeing the figure of the blind Douluo Su Yuntao disappear into the room, Ren stopped pretending and removed his cold mask. Suddenly, a soft laugh came from his throat, a laugh that carried a sense of mockery and relief, echoing in the empty room.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the shattered sword appeared in his hand.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with one hand, the blade flashing a blood-red light in the air, pointing directly at Tang San's head.

The sword tip gleamed with a cold light, as if it could fall at any moment and deliver a fatal blow to Tang San.

Upon seeing this scene, Tang San felt a strong sense of crisis. His eyes widened, and he instinctively took a half step back, instantly entering a state of high alert.

He quickly recalled the key points of the Xuan Tian Technique and the secrets of the Purple Demon Eye, preparing all his trump cards to deal with anything that might happen.

"Ren! What are you doing?" Tang San asked in a low voice, his voice filled with tension and vigilance!

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Ren's mouth. His blood-red eyes, like sharp arrows, were fixed on Tang San's purple demonic pupils, as if they could see through the purple mist and directly into the depths of Tang San's heart.

That gaze was like a cold blade, instantly sending a chill down Tang San's spine, and cold sweat involuntarily trickled down his forehead.

Tang San's heart raced; he felt unprecedented pressure!

[Ding! The protagonist is so scared that he's sweating profusely; role-playing progress increased by 0.1%]

[Current role-playing progress: 5.51%]

Soon, after that voice echoed in his mind, Ren's deep and murderous voice slowly came through.

"There are five people, and three will pay the price." Blade's voice sounded like it was telling some kind of mysterious prophecy.

"Tang San." Ren's voice became even colder, each word seeming to be scraped off a cold stone slab.

"You are one of them!" These words, like a verdict, made Tang San's heart sink.

Tang San gritted his teeth, a hint of confusion and anger flashing in his eyes. He couldn't understand what this madman, Ren, wanted to do, since he hadn't provoked him at all. He also didn't believe that Ren could read minds and understand his thoughts.

"What exactly do you mean? What price? Why am I one of them?!" Tang San asked seriously, his voice firm and powerful, trying to get an answer from Ren.

Blade merely sneered, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain. "Heh~ You don't need to know."

"One week from now, in the open space north of the village, fight me with your so-called full soul power." Blade's voice carried an unyielding command.

"Let me show you the difference between us." As soon as Blade finished speaking, he sheathed the broken sword. With a flash of light, the shattered sword disappeared from his hand.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Ren's mouth again. He gave Tang San one last playful look with his blood-red eyes, then turned and left without hesitation, leaving behind a cold and indifferent back view.

Tang San stood there, stunned and terrified. Just a moment ago, he had revealed almost all his trump cards to Ren, but even so, he still felt pressure as if a mountain was collapsing and a tsunami was crashing.

The blade's power exceeded his expectations, and he began to realize that he was facing an incredibly difficult challenge.

Unlike me, he wasn't born with full soul power at level 10!

He must be taller than me!! And he seems to harbor a lot of hostility towards me!

At this moment, the sound of the blade still echoed in Tang San's mind. The sound was deep and full of killing intent, as if it came from the abyss, making people shudder.

Tang San's face turned ashen in an instant. His purple-gold demonic eyes flashed wildly, like lightning streaking across the night sky. Although his surface had returned to calm, the turmoil in his heart was like the sea in a storm, surging and difficult to quell.

"He's a complete madman!" Tang San thought through gritted teeth, his brows furrowed and a ruthless glint in his eyes. "If he can be kept alive, then let him go; if not, get far away from him!"

His thoughts raced, as if he were searching for clues to solve the problem.

"Hehe, but then again, I have two martial souls. Although the potential of the Blue Silver Grass is unknown, I at least have a hammer. With the assistance of Tang Sect hidden weapons, if I can make my move in an open, deserted place, killing him might not be too difficult?"

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he began to weigh the pros and cons and consider the worst-case scenario.

"Blade, you've brought this upon yourself, so don't blame me!"

His voice resonated deep within my heart, like a volcano about to erupt, containing immense energy.

He stared intently at Ren's aloof back, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was both apprehension about the unknown strength of the Blade and determination for his own plan.

He had already begun to devise how to use his advantages in the upcoming battle, and how to deliver a fatal blow to Blade when he least expected it.

Tang San clenched his fists, feeling his heart racing and his blood boiling.

He knew that the upcoming battle would be the greatest test of his wisdom and strength.

He must be prepared, because in this dangerous world, only the strong can survive.

[Ding! The protagonist has developed murderous intent towards the host! Role-playing progress increased by 0.5%!]

[Current progress: 6.01%]

As Ren walked with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed slightly, his mood improved, and the pain in his body lessened considerably.

Thinking to myself: "I finally fell for it."

"Heh~ It's good to have murderous intent, otherwise the other shore is so far away, it would be painful to never reach it."

[Ding! Congratulations, host, your role-playing progress has increased by 1%, and you have been granted one chance to draw a prize. You are also given a ten-year soul ring!]

[Ding! Do you wish to equip a 10-year spirit ring now?]

However, soon, the system's voice rang in Ren's mind again.

It was a reward. He was a little confused. So, increasing the progress by 1% would give him a chance to draw prizes and a Soul Ring reward?

But this is too little, only for ten years?

Ren shook his head, then remembered that his spirit rings could increase as his level of cultivation increased. He just didn't know how much this 6.01% would increase his spirit rings over the next ten years.

Soon, Blade felt a sense of anticipation and immediately decided in his mind to wear it.

Immediately, the system displayed that the ten-year soul ring had been successfully equipped!

[Ding! Ten-year spirit ring is being upgraded!]

[Current progress: 6.01%, Soul Ring upgraded to 60100-year Soul Ring, successfully upgraded to a 60,000-year Soul Ring!]

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(End of this chapter)