With a loud "Bang!", before Dai Mubai could even react, he was sent flying backward by Tang San's punch, blood spraying from his mouth. His massive body crashed toward Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu who had been attempting a feint attack from behind.
"Mubai!" Seeing Dai Mubai sent flying and vomiting blood from Tang San's punch, Zhu Zhuqing immediately rushed to catch him. But the force behind Tang San's strike was terrifying—as a mere two-ringed Great Soul Master, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't withstand the impact and was sent stumbling backward with him.
Xiao Wu, light on her feet, saw both Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing being knocked away. Determination flashed in her eyes as her third Soul Ring lit up. In an instant, her figure vanished completely from Tang San's Rakshasa Vision.
"A teleportation-type Soul Skill!" Tang San's heart jolted. Spatial teleportation abilities were extremely powerful—there was simply no way to defend against them.
Xiao Wu blinked behind Tang San, activating her first Soul Skill, Waist Bow. She attempted to scissor her legs around Tang San's waist and use her jiu-jitsu to throw him to the ground.
Yet Tang San seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. His Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track allowed him to evade her legs effortlessly. "Little girl," he remarked, "you shouldn't just wrap your legs around a man's waist like that."
The moment he dodged, Tang San's large hand shot out, aiming to grab Xiao Wu's calf and hurl her away.
"I'm not 'little girl'—my name is Xiao Wu, the Wu that means dance," she retorted as her second Soul Skill activated—a control-type ability meant to confuse and slow opponents. Her eyes emitted an alluring pinkish-red light.
Faced with this charm skill, Tang San merely smiled faintly. He closed his right eye, leaving only his left exposed to the bewitching light.
"Xiao Wu, is it? Fine, I'll remember that." The charm effect had zero impact on Tang San—after all, his left eye was an External Soul Bone, completely immune to such invasive techniques.
His hand clamped onto Xiao Wu's calf, which felt as smooth and warm as the finest jade. Despite his reluctance to let go, Tang San ruthlessly flung her away.
Seeing Tang San momentarily isolated, Ma Hongjun, who had been charging his Soul Power, shouted, "Perfect chance! Phoenix Fire Line!"
A stream of flames erupted from his mouth.
"Who told you this was a perfect chance?" Tang San instantly summoned his Clear Sky Hammer. Executing the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, he hurled the hammer like a meteor.
How could Ma Hongjun's first Soul Skill—with only two rings' worth of power—possibly withstand Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer backed by forty levels of Soul Power? The massive hammer tore straight through the Phoenix Fire Line, splitting the flames apart. To Ma Hongjun's horror, the hammer rapidly filled his vision.
BOOM! The Clear Sky Hammer struck Ma Hongjun with devastating force, forcibly dispelling his Soul Avatar and leaving him collapsed on the ground.
"How... how is your strength...?!" Ning Rongrong was utterly dumbfounded. She hadn't even had time to buff her teammates!
"Zhuqing, Netherworld White Tiger!" Dai Mubai roared with tiger-like fury, enduring the excruciating pain. As the leader of the Shrek Seven Monsters , watching his comrades fall ignited his rage. At this moment, he could no longer hold anything back.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's bodies vanished the moment they fused, leaving only a massive white tiger standing before Tang San. The tiger's form was translucent, with white fur and black stripes, its violet eyes gleaming with double pupils. The Netherworld White Tiger's transparent body swayed slightly before suddenly transforming into a streak of light, charging straight at Tang San.
Yu Tianheng and the others were stunned upon seeing this move. "It's that Martial Soul Fusion Technique!" they exclaimed.
Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, observing the white tiger, was now certain of their origins. While White Tiger Spirits might resemble one another, only members of the Star Luo Empire's royal family could perform a Martial Soul Fusion with it.
As the Young Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang San was naturally aware of the Star Luo Empire's affairs. Every prince of the empire was paired with a female Soul Master possessing the Netherworld Spirit Cat Martial Soul, as the two families' Martial Souls could fuse. This was also why the Star Luo Empire held an edge over the Heaven Dou Empire.
Facing the fused white tiger, Tang San calmly remarked, "A fallen prince. Pity you're not the legitimate heir of Star Luo—otherwise, this might have been interesting."
Cackling, Tang San didn't activate his Rakshasa Domain. Instead, he channeled his terrifying Soul Power into the Spirit Bone in his right fist, which instantly erupted with radiant light.
In his heart, Tang San roared, "Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bone Soul Skill—Sky-rending Fist!"
With a deafening boom, Tang San's glowing right fist struck forward, unleashing a blinding white beam from his knuckles. The light engulfed the colossal white tiger and soared into the sky, splitting the clouds and carving a straight line across the heavens, as though the very sky had been torn open.
The fused Netherworld White Tiger stood no chance against a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bone's Soul Skill. It was forcibly reverted to its original forms, sending both Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing tumbling across the ground.
"Mubai, Zhuqing, don't worry! I'll make healing sausages for you right away!" Oscar's face paled as he hurriedly began producing restorative sausages for his teammates.
"You don't even have the slightest self-defense ability, do you? Just a support-type food Soul Master. How do you plan to protect Ning Rongrong? By scolding the enemies to death?" At some point, Tang San had appeared right in front of Oscar and Ning Rongrong. The other four members of Shrek's Seven Monsters had already been either knocked out or flung aside by him.
Staring at the man she was betrothed to, even the usually haughty Ning Rongrong, known as the "Little Witch," couldn't muster her usual arrogance. Her proudest companions had been defeated in mere moments—even their Martial Soul Fusion Technique couldn't withstand a single blow from him.
"Y-you stay away!" Ning Rongrong's voice trembled with fear. Spoiled and accustomed to being pampered, she was now on the verge of tears under Tang San's oppressive aura, her pitiable state enough to soften any heart.
Oscar, clutching two sausages, stepped between them and brandished his fists. "You won't lay a finger on Rongrong!" he declared.
Tang San's cold gaze flickered toward Oscar for a split second before his fist shot out, slamming into Oscar's abdomen with brutal force. The intense pain made Oscar foam at the mouth as he clutched his stomach, collapsing to his knees with a thud.
"So these are the teammates you chose to oppose me?"
Hearing Tang San's disdain for her friends, Ning Rongrong's anger flared. Gnashing her teeth, she spat, "Tang San, don't get too cocky! I haven't lost yet!"
With a sharp snap, Tang San reached out with his right hand, gripping Ning Rongrong's mouth and pulling her close. "The only tough thing about you is this mouth of yours," he said. "After cultivating for so long, you're only at the twenty-seventh rank. Meanwhile, I've already reached the fortieth rank."
Hearing that Tang San, who was the same age as her, had already reached the fortieth rank, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth still clamped shut.
Fortieth rank?! Thirteen years old and already at the fortieth rank!
His Soul Power level was nearly double hers!
Seeing the shock in Ning Rongrong's eyes, Tang San chuckled and slowly released his grip, gently stroking the cheek of his so-called fiancée. "Ning Rongrong," he said, "I heard you call yourselves monsters? A school that only accepts monsters?"
"I've met plenty of monsters. But they all call me t
he monster."
Continuing with ten thousand words a day.
(End of chapter)