Soul Land: I Became Qian Xunji’s older brother

Snake Granny, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch anymore. She said with a strange look, "Zhao Wuji, although this child's Martial Soul isn't inherited from yours, he has certainly learned some of your arrogance."

Hearing Snake Granny say this, Zhao Wuji immediately felt a bit awkward. When he first met Tang San, he thought he was a child he had left behind.

"This is not my child, Snake Granny, you've misunderstood. Let's watch the match."

Fearing that Tang San's mindset would be affected, Zhao Wuji hurriedly stopped Snake Granny, preventing her from saying anything more. Couldn't she see that Tang San was already fuming?

"Damn it, you will regret your words."

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like an ox. It was all because his Martial Soul was not the Blue Silver Emperor, which meant he couldn't heal his body damaged by blacksmithing. Instead, the Dark Blue Silver King would consume his body.

As time passed, he gradually became somewhat malnourished, and his body never grew tall. Also, due to blacksmithing, his body was covered in dead muscle.

As the most handsome man in the God Realm in his previous life, he felt an unprecedented humiliation.

"Alright, let's begin. I've never seen such a shameless person before," Meng Yiran said impatiently, clearly not wanting to waste time on this miniature version of Zhao Wuji, Tang San.

Tang San, whose mind was clouded by rage, dashed forward with a single stride. A purple glow flashed in his eyes, and his hands turned a jade-white color.

"First Soul Skill: Bind."

Blue Silver Grass with blood-red patterns suddenly shot out from the ground, completely surrounding Meng Yiran. Tang San then pulled out his poisoned sleeve arrows, quietly waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow.

"First Soul Skill: Snake Dance."

As Meng Yiran waved the snake staff in her hand, a swirling green poisonous gas permeated the ground. Then, countless thin snakes bound the emerging Blue Silver Grass, which eventually dissolved into mud by the poison gas.

"Second Soul Skill: Parasitic."

Tang San, unwilling to give up, directly summoned Blue Silver Grass from beneath Meng Yiran's feet, releasing Blue Silver Grass spores.

He then activated his First Soul Skill again, tightly binding Meng Yiran, and immediately fired his sleeve arrows.

"Hmph, a defeated opponent, not worth mentioning."

Just as Tang San was feeling smug, he saw Meng Yiran cut the Blue Silver Grass with her snake staff. The poisoned sleeve arrows were in her mouth, and her expression was cold.

"Bah, what kind of skill is it to use such underhanded tactics?"

Meng Yiran was quite adept at using poisons, so she naturally knew about the poison on the sleeve arrows. While it wouldn't kill her, it would certainly torment her for a considerable period during her cultivation. This showed how vicious and despicable Tang San was.

"Damn it, it didn't work."

Seeing that the sleeve arrows missed, Tang San's expression turned ugly. He sinisterly placed his hand on the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight.

Did he really have to use the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow? That was a divine artifact he intended to use for showing off and developing his influence later. Exposing it now felt a bit too early.

While Tang San was pondering, Meng Yiran wouldn't stand idle. She immediately swung her snake staff, and her second Soul Ring lit up.

"Second Soul Skill: Snake Blade."

As several green snake-shaped blades flew towards him, Tang San had to turn sideways and quickly dodge, but he was still grazed.

"Damn it, to make me so embarrassed, this is simply..."

Before he could finish, a new wave of snake blades flew over, forcing Tang San to continuously dodge.

"Damn it, it's poison!"

At this moment, Tang San's face was pale, clearly due to the onset of the poison from the snake blades. Coupled with his internal injuries, it made it difficult for Tang San to even breathe.

Tang San's body began to sway, and he couldn't stand steadily, making the six Shrek observers clench their fists in worry.

"Snake Blade, Snake Dance!"

As waves of poisonous gas once again permeated the ground, Tang San was now too weak to mobilize his Soul Power to resist the poison.

The Blue Silver Grass he summoned with all his might to counter the snake blades was no different from roadside weeds, being cut in half.

"Ah!"

After a barrage of snake blades, Tang San lay on the ground, his face as white as paper, his lips devoid of color. He looked like he was on the verge of death.

"Alright, stop, we concede."

Zhao Wuji's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. When had he ever been so humiliated? Didn't these little guys say they were sure to win? Now he was beaten like a dead dog.

"Hmph, then hand over the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent."

Meng Yiran put away her snake staff, disgustedly dispelled the poison from Tang San's body, and slowly walked towards the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent that was almost at its last breath.

Seeing that the serpent might die at any moment, Meng Yiran wasn't confident she could take it away directly. So, she ended the serpent's Life with a single strike, and a faint purple Soul Ring appeared on the serpent's corpse.

"Please leave first, everyone. My Yiran is about to absorb her Soul Ring. Surely you don't intend to renege on your word?"

Snake Granny came before Meng Yiran and issued a dismissal order to the group. After all, having a group of strangers here was certainly not safe.

"A bet is a bet, we're leaving."

Zhao Wuji had no choice; a loss was a loss.

Moreover, just now, he had sensed the aura of a Soul Douluo approaching. It had to be Dragon Duke. Now that the Soul Beast was dead, there was no point in offending Dragon Duke further.

"Sigh, let's go."

He glanced at Oscar, who had a reluctant look in his eyes, and sighed helplessly. In the end, their skills were inferior. This Tang San really was full of nonsense.

"Alright."

Oscar reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent. He couldn't help but feel a hint of dissatisfaction towards Tang San.

If you don't have the strength, why do you have to go up and show off? Now look, he's been knocked unconscious, and we have to carry him.

Before long, a powerful old man appeared before everyone, it was Dragon Duke, who had rushed over.

Seeing Meng Yiran absorbing her Soul Ring and Zhao Wuji and the others already far away, he also breathed a sigh of relief, fiercely guarding Meng Yiran's side.

Tang San was still in a coma, being carried by Dai Mubai, but he couldn't remain unconscious indefinitely. After all, the Star Dou Great Forest was very dangerous, and even with Zhao Wuji watching, an unconscious person could be secretly taken away.

"Oscar, feed Tang San two recovery sausages. We can't delay any longer."

Saying this, he had Dai Mubai place Tang San on the ground. Oscar took out two sausages, intending to put them into Tang San's mouth, but found that Tang San couldn't swallow them at all.

"Teacher Zhao, Tang San can't eat them at all."

Zhao Wuji was in a difficult situation, but it was already getting dark, and they couldn't delay any longer. He said, "How about you chew them up and feed them to him?"

"No."

Oscar was the first to refuse. He absolutely didn't want to feed Tang San; just thinking about it gave him goosebumps. The others also shook their heads vigorously.

"We are girls, so we definitely can't."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's gaze, Ning Rongrong shook her head like a rattle-drum. Tang San was so ugly; she wouldn't even dare to put her mouth on him even with the lights off.

"Sigh, no team spirit at all."

After a moment of thought, Zhao Wuji made up his mind. He took the recovery sausages from Oscar's hand, chewed them up in his mouth, and then fed them to Tang San.

Tang San already resembled Zhao Wuji, and seeing two Zhao Wuji's like that immediately sent a shiver down the spines of the Shrek group.