Douro Continent

Chapter 493 Fifth Soul Skill, Blue Silver Overlord Spear (Part 1)

His body froze in mid-air as the Blue Silver Emperor Spider Web, more than twice as strong, bound Tang Hu like a dumpling. The execution of his sixth soul skill was forcibly interrupted, and the deadly poison attached to the spider web instantly seeped into Tang Hu's body through the open wounds.

This time, it wasn't just excruciating nerve pain; it was accompanied by an even stronger stimulus. The intense pain caused Tang Hu's nerves to become temporarily paralyzed. Even more terrifying, both cold and hot toxins simultaneously invaded his body, rapidly damaging his meridians.

Being bound and tied up by the spider web while still wounded was undoubtedly Tang Hu's greatest tragedy. He tried to exert his strength, but found that the power he could muster was constantly decreasing, while the Blue Silver Emperor Spider Web binding his body was becoming tighter and tighter.

With a thud, Tang Hu fell to the ground. Although he could barely keep himself on the ground, his resistance was getting weaker and weaker as the poison spread.

Tang San's right hand, gleaming with golden light, pointed at Tang Hu, moving with his body's position. At this moment, the golden light on his arm had spread to a length of three meters, resembling a dazzling golden spear. Undoubtedly, his fifth soul skill could be used against Tang Hu.

"Don't hit my dad!" Just then, a childish and panicked voice rang out, and a petite figure suddenly emerged from the crowd, quickly running towards Tang Hu.

Tang San was startled. At this moment, his fifth soul skill was exerting continuous pressure on Tang Hu. Others might not feel it, but the pressure from the golden spear on his arm alone was enough to pierce through the body of an ordinary person.

The girl who ran out from the crowd was none other than Sweetie, the little girl who had brought Tang San his dinner the night before. Just as she was about to reach the area covered by the golden spear, Tang San quickly dodged to the side, pointing his spear into the distance. His soul skill had finally been activated.

A flash of golden light, and it instantly transformed into a golden dot of light, disappearing into the distance. The entire golden spear, formed from the Blue Silver Emperor, vanished with distorted light waves.

Even with his opponent completely under his control, Tang San hadn't intended to use his fifth soul skill to destroy him. Otherwise, he would have already unleashed it while Tang Hu was trapped in the spider web. That terrifying golden spear was called the Blue Silver Overlord Spear.

As a soul skill formed by the Blue Silver Grass itself, the Blue Silver King at the time fully considered the shortcomings of Tang San's skills before giving him this single-target attack skill.

Under the influence of the Blue Silver Domain, the actual attack power of the Blue Silver Overlord Spear is extremely terrifying, even surpassing the effect of Tang San's Purple Demon Eye's full-force mental attack.

Silence. The front courtyard of the Haotian Sect fell into a deep silence.

The fight between Tang San and Tang Hu didn't last long; from beginning to end, it was just a matter of releasing their soul skills a few times. However, even this brief exchange was enough to shock the entire audience.

Tang San, as a Soul King, managed to defeat Tang Hu, a Soul Emperor, without even being able to use his sixth Soul Skill, by relying on his five Soul Skills. At this point, everyone could see that he had no ability to resist.

Admittedly, Tang San is a control-type Soul Master, and in a one-on-one situation, control-type Soul Masters have an advantage over power-attack-type Soul Masters. But let's not forget that Tang Hu's Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, the once-protected Martial Soul of the number one sect in the world.

The spirit Tang San used was simply a spirit unknown to them.

This is a classic example of the weak defeating the strong, and moreover, it's about completely overwhelming the opponent with no chance to retaliate. Tang San demonstrated not only his strength, but also his rich combat experience and extremely precise calculation ability.

Tang San slowly stepped forward and walked up to the little girl, Tang Tiantian. At this moment, Tang Tiantian's face was filled with anger.

"Uncle is bad, Uncle hits Daddy." Tang Tiantian's eyes were full of hostility.

Tang San sighed inwardly. These children living in the sect were indeed very different from his former self.

When I first met the other members of the Shrek Seven Devils, apart from Ning Rongrong who was a little naive, the twelve or thirteen-year-olds all had very mature thoughts.

"Sweetie, it's all Uncle's fault. Move aside, let Uncle treat your dad, okay? If treatment is delayed, your dad will suffer a lot."

"I don't believe it." Tang Tiantian spread her arms, still blocking her father's path.

"Sweetie, get out of the way." Enduring the pain, Tang Hu shouted in a deep voice. Although he had lost the match, what he found most unbearable was his daughter's protection. A powerful figure among the third-generation disciples, yet he had to rely on his daughter for protection—how could someone with such a strong sense of pride bear this?

Tang Tiantian turned to look at her father, and seeing his sharp gaze, she reluctantly stepped aside.

Tang San waved his right hand and retracted his spider web. His gaze did not linger on Tang Hu. In the process of retracting the spider web, he had already absorbed the toxins that had been acting on Tang Hu, thanks to his powerful control.

He turned to look at the five elders standing there, his gaze finally settling on the seventh elder.

"May I now challenge you, Seventh Elder?" This simple question felt like a resounding slap across the Seventh Elder's face. As an outsider, Tang San's demeanor was undeniably assertive. In particular, his current assertiveness was utterly impeccable. He made it clear: I respect the sect elders, but I cannot tolerate your insult to my mother.

From the moment Tang San arrived at the front courtyard, and in his subsequent battle with Tang Hu, he revealed so much, and each of his displays caused the elders of the Zero Clear Sky Sect to turn pale.

With the Killing God Domain, the Blue Silver Domain, twin martial souls, and a fourth soul skill at the ten-thousand-year level, all these things combined in one person make him seem exceptionally special.

At twenty years old, a level fifty-nine Soul King, and possessing such powerful abilities—the word "genius" seems almost too kind to describe Tang San.

Although this did not change the opinion of the elders of the Haotian Sect regarding Tang Hao, they had to admit that this young man definitely had reason to be proud.

Of course, Tang San didn't think he was being particularly arrogant, but in reality, as a genius of the younger generation, the soul of the Shrek Seven Devils, who had once won the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, already possessed an aura of superiority. That was something that had been subtly cultivated through various experiences.

The Seventh Elder slowly walked out. He walked steadily with each step. Although his expression was calm, it was clear that his feet sank three inches into the ground with each step.

Keep in mind, he was standing on solid rock. Yet, with each step he took, he left the same marks, even the patterns on the soles of his shoes.

The purity of his strength and the profundity of his soul power proved his power as an elder of the Tang Clan.

Tang San took a deep breath, and the internal energy of his Xuan Tian Gong surged within him like a mighty river.

In the previous battle, he seemed to win easily, but in reality, the precise calculations and the use of each soul skill had consumed a great deal of his energy and internal strength. Tang Hu was by no means a difficult opponent. If he were to actually unleash his sixth soul skill, Tang San would have to demonstrate even more. One reason Tang Hu defeated Tang San was because Tang San underestimated him.

Walking slowly up to Tang San, the Seventh Elder had lost his arrogance and said calmly, "I won't take advantage of you. No matter what soul skill you use, I will only use 30% of my soul power."

Tang San knew that although the Seventh Elder appeared calm, he took this competition very seriously. His statement that he would only use 30% of his soul power clearly indicated that he had already factored in his previous expenditure.

"Use 40% of your soul power. My consumption may be less than you think, and I will use the power of the soul bone, so I can't take advantage of you."

He still has a soul bone? The third-generation disciples stared wide-eyed. Is he really human?

As direct descendants of the Clear Sky Sect, they had seen many powerful individuals, but Tang San was the first one as unique as them.

The Seventh Elder's eyebrows twitched slightly. "No need, 30% is enough."

Tang San shook his head. "Let's keep it at 40%. If you feel I'm getting the better deal, then I'll choose the location for the fight, how about that?"

The Seventh Elder frowned slightly. "Alright, you choose." As an elder of two generations, although he had previously scolded Tang San, if it really came down to fighting Tang San, he would agree to even the most outrageous demands from Tang San.

Tang San had already decided on the most suitable place for him to fight the Seventh Elder.

If it weren't for the mountains, he would definitely have chosen the forest. But the location of the Haotian Sect didn't have many plants.

Therefore, he had another option.

Pointing towards the direction outside the sect, Tang San said, "It's right there on the iron chain bridge."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Haotian Sect immediately sensed the strong confidence he displayed.

They understood that the iron chain bridge Tang San was referring to was the one connecting the last mountain peak to the sect, the one that had just broken a few days ago.

This suspension bridge is not only suspended high in the air, but also covered with a layer of frost due to humidity and temperature, making it difficult to exert force and even stand still.

(End of this chapter)