It didn't take long.
Under Lin Qingmo's command, the group quickly ford up and faced Zhao Wuji head-on.
The atmosphere in the open clearing instantly beca taut and oppressive.
Zhao Wuji twisted his neck, producing a series of crackling sounds, then let out a hoarse chuckle.
"Brats, are you ready to take my attacks?"
Before his words had even fully fallen—
A terrifyingly powerful aura erupted violently from his body!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
Seven soul rings rose one after another from beneath his feet like rippling waves. The pressure released by a Soul Saint's soul power made the very air turn thick and heavy.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, whose cultivation was weaker, were struck by the pressure and couldn't help but retreat half a step. Even their breathing beca difficult.
Dai Mubai also tensed up, the phantom of the White Tiger martial soul flickering in and out of existence behind him.
Only Lin Qingmo remained standing steadily in place, not even the hem of his clothes fluttering.
A trace of surprise flashed through Zhao Wuji's eyes, followed imdiately by a surge of fighting intent.
"Alright! The test begins!"
He roared, like a bear's bellow, shaking dust loose from the nearby wooden cabins.
Almost the instant he shouted "begin," Lin Qingmo's calm voice rang out as well.
"Ning Rongrong, according to the plan—buff Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu!"
"Understood!"
Ning Rongrong reacted instantly.
Brilliant light burst from her palm as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spun into existence.
"The Seven Treasures turn from Glaze!"
"The Seven Treasures have nas—first: Strength! Second: Speed!"
Two gorgeous, gentle beams of light shot out in an instant, landing precisely on Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu.
Both of them felt their bodies lighten as an overwhelming sense of power and agility surged through them simultaneously.
Dai Mubai didn't dare waste a second.
With a furious roar, the White Tiger phantom behind him solidified as White Tiger Possession activated, three soul rings flashing simultaneously!
Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
His muscles instantly swelled, fur growing wildly as his aura surged upward.
First Soul Skill: White Tiger Shield Body Barrier!
A faint white glow enveloped his entire body.
Second Soul Skill — White Tiger Intense Light Wave!
He opened his mouth and fired a blazing white beam of light, taking the initiative and blasting it straight toward Zhao Wuji!
At the sa ti, he kicked off the ground and charged forward behind the beam, preparing to engage in close combat.
However—
Just as Dai Mubai had charged halfway forward, a figure shot out from the flank even faster than him, carrying stubbornness and ruthless resolve as it lunged ahead!
It was Tang San!
He completely ignored the plan.
His mind held only one thought—to prove himself.
Especially in front of Xiao Wu. Especially in front of Lin Qingmo, this "monster."
He didn't want to be seen as a burden!!
First Soul Skill: Entanglent!
He shouted.
Countless Blue Silver Grass vines shot out from his hands like agile venomous snakes, wrapping toward Zhao Wuji's legs.
Second Soul Skill: Parasite!
Tiny Blue Silver Grass seeds, so small they were almost invisible to the naked eye, silently scattered onto Zhao Wuji's clothes and skin.
Zhao Wuji was watching Dai Mubai charge toward him with interest, not even sparing a glance for the Blue Silver Grass attacking from the side.
"Heh, kid, is that all?"
He allowed the vines to wrap around his calves, even letting the parasitic seeds land on his body.
Then, with a casual stretch of his palm-sized hand, he accurately grabbed several of the main vines and yanked hard!
"Get over here!"
"!!!"
An irresistible force surged through the vines.
Tang San felt his body go light as he was ripped straight off the ground, flying toward Zhao Wuji like a rag doll.
Zhao Wuji clenched his other hand into a fist, soul power surging. He didn't even bother using a soul skill—just a simple, straightforward punch slamd head-on into Tang San's chest.
Bang!
A dull, heavy impact echoed.
"Ugh—!"
Tang San's eyes bulged instantly as all the color drained from his face.
He didn't even manage to grunt before his body flew backward even faster than it had co, tumbling more than ten tis across the ground before barely coming to a stop.
"Pwah!"
Lying face-down, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.
His chest burned with pain.
Who knows how many bones were broken?
His soul power scattered completely, and he didn't even have the strength to crawl back up.
Just like that—utterly and completely incapacitated.
...
Zhao Wuji held his punching posture.
Looking at Tang San lying motionless in the distance, his face was filled with speechlessness and disdain.
He had originally planned, under the guise of a "test," to properly "instruct" this kid who had injured Dai Mubai and vent so anger for his student.
Who would've thought…
This kid was so reckless—and so fragile—that he went down with a single punch?
What the hell was there left to play?!
Everyone else was completely stunned.
Tang San hadn't followed the script at all!
What happened to teamwork?
What happened to lasting an incense stick's worth of ti against Teacher Zhao?
Why did you rush up and throw your life away first?
Bro, do you really have no idea what a Soul Saint is?
"Don't bother with him."
Lin Qingmo's voice snapped everyone back to reality.
"We continue our fight."
He hadn't placed any importance on Tang San from the start, much less pinned any hopes on him.
Without using hidden weapons, Tang San was already redundant within this team.
With the sa Blue Silver Grass martial soul and Lin Qingmo present on the field, Tang San's abilities were simply not worth ntioning.
The others quickly reacted as well.
Ning Rongrong curled her lips and muttered quietly, "Serves him right. Can't bla anyone else for courting death."
Dai Mubai's expression was ugly.
The one who had ambushed and injured him turned out to be such an idiot, which only made him feel even more irritated.
Zhu Zhuqing rely cast a faint glance at Tang San lying on the ground before resuming her combat stance.
Xiao Wu was even more direct—she pulled a face in Tang San's direction.
Zhao Wuji kicked the unconscious Tang San to the edge of the field, like kicking aside an annoying rock.
He twisted his neck again, joints popping loudly.
His gaze fell back on Lin Qingmo and the others, his lips curling into a mocking grin.
"Is this all you've got?"
His rough, hoarse voice was filled with undisguised contempt.
"And you think you can last an incense stick's ti in my hands? Dream on!"
But Lin Qingmo smiled.
A dazzling, brilliant smile, flashing a row of white teeth.
"What's the rush, Teacher Zhao?"
He rolled his wrists, excitent glittering in his eyes.
"The real show is just getting started."
As his words fell—
Three deep, profound purple soul rings lit up simultaneously beneath Lin Qingmo's feet!
"Holy—!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes nearly popped out as the curse slipped from his mouth.
"What kind of soul ring configuration is this?!"
He had lived most of his life and seen countless geniuses, but never—not once—had he seen a monster whose first three soul rings were all thousand-year ones!
And that third purple soul ring was so dark it was almost black—clearly far beyond the threshold of an ordinary thousand-year ring!
Lin Qingmo didn't waste words and directly activated his soul skill.
First Soul Skill: Sky Azure Soul Nurturing Barrier!
His hands clasped together and thrust outward!
Centered on him, a pale azure light curtain instantly spread outward at high speed, forming a circular barrier two hundred ters in diater that enveloped the entire examination ground.
Within the barrier, rich life energy billowed like mist.
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and imdiately felt refreshed from head to toe. Even the circulation of her soul power sped up noticeably.
"An auxiliary-type soul skill?"
That thought had barely ford when the scene before her eyes shattered it.
Rumble—!
The ground inside the barrier began to shake violently!
Puchi! Puchi!
Dozens of thick Blue Silver Grass stalks burst out of the earth, growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
In just a few breaths, they had shot up to over ten ters tall, each as thick as a human thigh!
Vines twisted through the air like giant pythons, blotting out the sky.
It was as if an entire jungle had been constructed from Blue Silver Grass alone.
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End of Chapter
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