At the moment he crashed into him, Dai Shao's chest muscles suddenly became as hard as iron. The hard collision, although it sent Dai Shao flying due to his advantage, also left his own shoulder throbbing with a fiery pain.

  Dai Shao's face was somewhat unsightly, he had to admit that he had underestimated earlier. The young man in front of him, who looked younger than himself by a few years, was much stronger than he had imagined.

  "Are you going to continue?" Tang San asked calmly.

  Dai Shao's eyes narrowed slightly, "Of course. Very well, you've managed to force me to use my soul power, which means I've already lost this match. However, if I don't have a good fight with you, how can I be at peace? Regardless of the outcome of the next matches, I'll let you have this room today."

  What flowed out of Dai Shao's eyes wasn't anger and hatred, but a special light. If one had to use words to explain it, the four words "delighted at the hunt" would be most suitable. His gaze was like that of someone looking at an extremely beautiful woman, his shoulders slightly trembling, his arms raised up.

  Tang San's eyes also gradually lit up, he discovered that the Dai Shao in front of him had become different. If previously he was icy cold and disdainful, then at this moment, his body was filled with fiery fighting spirit.

  "White Tiger, possess!" A layer of intense pale light suddenly burst out from his body, Dai Shao's arms stretched out to both sides at the same time, his chest puffed out, and his entire skeletal system crackled with a loud noise. His muscles suddenly swelled up, bulging out the clothes on his body. Every muscle under his clothes became extremely distinct, even the air around him seemed to have become frenzied.

  A head of golden hair instantly turned into black and white, with white occupying most of it, and a few strands of black hair were particularly noticeable. Four faint lines appeared on the forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming a perfect "king" character.

  His hands changed the most, increasing by at least twice their original size. White fur covered his entire palms, and short, dagger-like claws continuously extended and retracted from his fingertips. Each claw was like a knife edge, with a length of about eight inches, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

  Dai Shao's upper body slowly leaned forward, his eyes turned into a deep, mysterious blue, giving people the feeling of being a killing machine.

  Under his feet, three bright halos rose in succession, quietly rising, two yellow and one purple. The soul ring flowed and turned, forming a wave-like pressure that rushed forward with a roar.

  "Thousand Year Soul Ring." Xiao Wu exclaimed, her eyes suddenly filled with a few more parts of panic. Wanting to go forward and fight alongside Tang San, but was stopped by him.

  In the Soul Ring, white represents ten years, yellow represents a hundred years, and purple represents a thousand years. The young man in front of him, who was called Dai Yao, actually already possessed three soul rings, one of which was a thousand-year-old existence. To think that, judging from his appearance, he was only three or four years older than Tang San and Xiao Wu.

  Three Soul Rings represent that Dai's level has at least exceeded thirty, which means he is a Soul Master or a War Soul Master with powerful Beast Martial Spirit.

  "Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, 37th level Battle Soul Emperor. Please advise." In the midst of Wei Ling's overbearing aura, Dai reported out his own martial soul and level, signifying a formal challenge.

  Under the enormous pressure, Tang San also began to change, the violent impulse hidden in his heart gradually emerged, a faint purple intent covered his eyes, and he slowly raised his right hand.

  A deep blue light surged, and a cluster of deep blue grass suddenly grew from his palm. Each blade of grass looked slender, but was covered with snake-like patterns. The leaves were no longer flat, but had become cylindrical in shape. If observed closely, one could clearly see that the surface of these blades of grass was covered with dense, small thorns.

  Soft white light burst forth from Tang San's body, the deep blue grass leaves seemed to have been stimulated by something and suddenly enlarged, in the blink of an eye they had already become as thick as a human arm, resembling a rattan stick. The black snake patterns flickered with a faint glow, agile like dozens of large snakes coiling around Tang San's body.

  Two yellow soul rings simultaneously rose from Tang San's feet and revolved around his body.

  "Tang San, Wu Soul, Blue Silver Grass, 29th rank Tool Spirit Master. Please advise."

  Dai Mubai's eyebrows, which were as white as his hair, twitched slightly, "Your martial soul is just Blue Silver Grass?"

  Tang San quoted Master's words: "There is no trashy Spirit, only trashy Spirit Masters."

  Dai Mubai was the second strongest Soul Master that Tang San met after entering the Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy, and the only one who had shown his strength at the 42nd rank of Tool Soul Chassis when he helped him obtain his second soul ring under the invitation of the principal. However, that principal was already over fifty years old, while Dai Mubai in front of him was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.

  No wonder, no wonder that with his strength and internal power added to the mysterious jade hand, he was at a disadvantage when they first collided. This is an absolute gap in strength.

  The person in front of him could be said to be the strongest opponent Tang San had ever met, and the difference between them was only one soul ring. Tang San knew very well how big this gap was, especially since his opponent's third soul ring was a thousand-year-level one. The additional attributes and skills it brought were not something that his own two rings could contend with. In this battle, Tang San had no confidence whatsoever; perhaps, he would have to use his most secretive ability in order to have any chance of fighting back.

  "Well said, there's no trashy martial spirit, only a trashy spirit master. Let me experience it for myself, what's so special about your Blue Silver Grass martial spirit?"

  Dai Mubai moved, and after the Soul Master's possession, he seemed to have completely transformed into another person. As his white hair fluttered up, his body, filled with explosive soul power, had already arrived in front of Tang San.

  The sharp claws on both hands' ten fingers simultaneously popped out and swiped towards Tang San's body.