Douro Continent

Chapter 491 The Blue Silver Emperor's Overbearing Control (Part 2)

She knew that this was not because her elder brother, as the sect leader, was unable to contend with the elders, but because Tang Xiao was giving Tang San a chance and also taking the opportunity to test Tang San's abilities.

Tang San looked quietly at the Seventh Elder and said calmly, "You don't dare?"

Those four simple words felt like a slap in the face to the Seventh Elder. His laughter abruptly stopped. As one of the five great elders of the Haotian Sect, the Seventh Elder held an extremely high position within the sect; even Tang Xiao had to give him deference. How could he possibly tolerate being provoked like this by a junior from a different generation?

Just as the Seventh Elder was about to speak, the Long-Browed Elder said calmly, "Young people can have pride, but not arrogance. You have never returned to the sect, and you are not yet a member. I will not punish you according to the sect's rules. However, you have shown contempt for the sect, and the sect will not let this go. Where is Tang Hu?"

"Second Uncle." A burly man, who looked to be around forty years old, stepped out from the crowd. As he walked out, the third-generation disciples made way for him, which showed his status in the sect.

The Elder with the long eyebrows said calmly, "You should spar with him. Although the Clear Sky Sect has gone into seclusion, it is not a sect that anyone can challenge." Clearly, he had never acknowledged that Tang San was a member of the Clear Sky Sect.

A faint voice reached Tang San's ears, "This Tang Hu is no less powerful than me, his soul power has reached level sixty-four, be careful." The voice belonged to Tang Long, this seemingly rugged third-generation chief, but he was very meticulous.

To Tang San's surprise, the long-browed elder actually glanced at Tang Long, as if he had also heard Tang Long's sharp, enigmatic words.

Tang San looked at Elder Longbrow and asked, "Elder, if I win, am I qualified to challenge the Seventh Elder?"

The elder with long eyebrows glanced at him, his eyes as calm as a vast ocean. On the surface, the elder showed no sign of aura, but Tang San vaguely sensed that he seemed to be more dangerous than his uncle, Tang Xiao.

"Can."

The Seventh Elder scoffed disdainfully, "Tang Hu, if you lose, I'll lock you up for a year."

Tang Hu remained silent. In stark contrast to Tang Long's arrogance, this third-generation elite of the Clear Sky Sect appeared somber, his face ashen, yet his demeanor unusually calm. Tall but not burly, he showed no emotional fluctuation despite the elders' words. Tang San knew that he was about to face an opponent far from easy. The most outstanding disciple of the third generation of the once number one sect in the world was not someone to be trifled with.

"Tang Hu, Level 64 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Emperor. Please." Tang Hu gestured for Tang San to enter, displaying a very dignified and courteous demeanor.

"Tang San, level 59, Control-type Battle Soul King. Please." Tang San's movements were elegant and natural, appearing harmonious as if he were one with the world. Tang Yuehua, standing to the side, couldn't help but smile and nod; this was all thanks to her teaching.

When Tang San revealed his soul power level, the entire Clear Sky Sect disciple assembly was stunned. Tang San appeared to be much younger than Tang Hu. Even Tang Long only broke through to level sixty at the age of thirty.

"Wait a minute, kid, how old are you this year?" the Seventh Elder, who had been shouting earlier, suddenly asked.

Tang San turned to look at him. Although he didn't have a good impression of this Seventh Elder, considering the pain he had felt from losing his son, he could somewhat understand his feelings at this moment. "Just turned twenty."

The surroundings quieted down. Tang Hu, standing opposite Tang San, twitched slightly in his facial muscles. Before Tang San arrived at the sect, Tang Yuehua had certainly praised him, but only to Tang Xiao and a few of Tang Xiao's closest third-generation disciples. The elders and other third-generation disciples were naturally unaware of his situation. What Tang Xiao wanted today was precisely Tang San's astonishing performance.

Just turned twenty. These simple words moved all five elders simultaneously. They exchanged glances, each forming their own judgment.

Tang Hao was already hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Haotian Sect, but his son now seems to be even more outstanding than he was back then.

At twenty years old and level fifty-nine, plus the Killing God Domain, he certainly had the right to be arrogant.

The Elder with the long eyebrows waved his hand and said, "Let's begin." Soul power level is important, but it doesn't represent everything, especially since Tang Hu is a whole level higher than Tang San, possessing one more soul ring. The higher a Soul Master's level, the greater the difference in strength even with just one more soul ring. Moreover, Tang Hu's martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, a top-tier weapon martial soul unique to the Clear Sky Sect. He still didn't believe that Tang San could bridge the gap between him and Tang Hu with just the Killing God Domain.

A flash of black light appeared, and Tang Hu's aura suddenly became heavy and solid. In the dense black light, a black Clear Sky Hammer with a handle about three meters long and a head as large as a bucket appeared in his right hand, radiating a heavy black light. Two yellow, two purple, and two black spirit rings were neatly arranged on the Clear Sky Hammer.

The moment the Haotian Hammer appeared, Tang Hu's demeanor changed instantly. Compared to his previous gloomy appearance, he was now like a solid granite, standing there without any flaws.

This was the first time Tang San had faced an opponent wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, and he dared not be careless, unleashing his Blue Silver Emperor.

A crystal-clear blue silver emperor appeared out of thin air in Tang San's right hand like a long whip. Under the strong sunlight, the golden thread inside the blue silver emperor was clearly visible.

"Wait a minute, his martial soul isn't the Clear Sky Hammer. Who let him into the sect? Where are the disciples on duty yesterday?" The Seventh Elder shouted, interrupting Tang San and Tang Hu's match once again.

Before the disciple on duty could even step forward, Tang Yuehua, standing to the side, said calmly, "Seventh Elder, haven't you ever heard of the term 'twin martial souls,' a unique term in the world of soul masters?"

The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect were relatively calm. In their minds, the Clear Sky Hammer was the best martial soul in the world, and nothing could compare to it. However, the expressions of some older third-generation disciples and several elders changed. They were even more surprised than when they heard that Tang San had reached level 59 at the age of 20.

While cultivation level can be improved through effort and luck, twin martial souls are an innate talent, a unique talent bestowed by heaven.

The elder with long eyebrows stared at Tang Yuehua. "You mean, like the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, he also possesses twin spirits?"

Tang Yuehua nodded. "Tang San inherited his father's Clear Sky Hammer and his mother's Blue Silver Emperor. Little San, show the elders your hammer."

The crystalline Blue Silver Emperor was quietly retracted; Tang San hadn't even had a chance to release the spirit ring before. His left hand opened, and the foot-long Clear Sky Hammer lay calmly in his grasp. With a slight flick of his wrist, black light surged around the Clear Sky Hammer.

Those present were all direct descendants of the Haotian Sect, so they naturally recognized that this was indeed the Haotian Hammer.

"Let the competition continue." The long-browed elder waved his hand, but a thoughtful look was already showing in his eyes.

The Clear Sky Hammer was replaced with the Blue Silver Emperor, and five spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, black, and black—swirled out, quietly pulsating around Tang San's body.

"Be careful." As soon as Tang San finished speaking, his fourth spirit ring lit up.

Without any warning, sixteen shimmering, crystalline blue silver emperors shot into the sky from around Tang Hu's body, instantly solidifying. This was the fourth soul skill of the Blue Silver Emperor: Blue Silver Prison.

Compared to before, Tang San's Blue Silver Cage not only had no preparation time, but each of the Blue Silver Emperors was also much thicker. As soon as the cage formed, countless sharp spikes began to grow from the Blue Silver Emperors, piercing straight into Tang Hu's body.

"Hey—" Tang Hu roared, and with a swing of his Haotian Hammer, he smashed it onto the Blue Silver Cage.

With a deafening boom, the spikes aimed directly at him shattered. However, to Tang Hu's surprise, the sturdy blue-silver cage remained completely unchanged. Keep in mind, his Clear Sky Hammer weighed over a thousand jin, and with his own soul power, this strike easily exceeded two thousand jin. Moreover, he had already used his first soul skill to amplify the Clear Sky Hammer. Yet, the blue-silver cage was extremely tough and incredibly elastic. Although the spikes shattered, he couldn't break through the cage before him.

The Blue Silver Grass awakened a second time, transforming into the Blue Silver Emperor. The evolution was holistic; the Blue Silver Cage before them represented the true power the Blue Silver Emperor could unleash. As a ten-thousand-year soul ring skill, and the only Blue Silver Emperor in the world, how could it be so easily broken through?

A layer of blue light quietly spread from Tang San's feet, and the light quickly enveloped the entire front yard.

The members of the Clear Sky Sect only sensed a vibrant aura, but Tang Hu felt something entirely different. The Blue Silver Cage in front of him suddenly shone with golden light, and the golden line that had been contained within the Blue Silver Grass instantly expanded. His third soul skill, which he had just gathered, struck it, but was actually blocked again.

Tang San had already raised both hands simultaneously, pointing them towards Tang Hu. Simply restraining his opponent was clearly insufficient to secure victory. Tang Hu was incredibly powerful, and the thorns growing from the Blue Silver Grass couldn't harm him, not even with the amplification provided by the Blue Silver Domain.

On Tang San's right shoulder, strands of Blue Silver Grass coiled around his arm. Each strand was only the thickness of a thumb. They quickly coiled around and, in the blink of an eye, completely covered Tang San's arm. Meanwhile, Tang San's fifth spirit ring, which was formed from the power of the Blue Silver King, shone with black light.

(End of this chapter)