Without Blue Silver Emperor or the Spirit Wisdom Skull, Tang San's spiritual strength was far weaker than a Titled Douluo's. He still didn't know he was in grave danger.
Suddenly, four black figures leaped out from all sides. Before Tang San could react, he was surrounded. Four Spirit Hall experts encircled him. Tang San immediately became alert—these four had hidden so close without being detected by his spiritual sense, meaning each was at least ten levels above him.
That meant—four Soul Sages! For so many strong foes to appear so deep in Star Dou, Tang San felt alarmed and suspicious. Why were they here? Could it be for Xiao Wu?
"Who are you?" Tang San asked coldly, soul power surging, trying to resist the pressure of four Soul Sages.
But without the Deathgod Domain, he stood no chance against four.
The four Soul Sages sneered. A mere level-60, not yet a Soul Emperor, dared to resist them?
They acted almost simultaneously, releasing their martial souls—Armored Turtle, Flying Demon Tiger, and other high-level martial souls.
"I can't just sit and wait. Fifth spirit skill, Blue Silver Nether Assault!" Tang San tried to break out, aiming at the Armored Turtle spirit master.
According to Grandmaster, Armored Turtle was a lesser version of the top-tier Xuanwu Turtle. It had great physical defense but not as much special defense, with mediocre attack and speed.
His Blue Silver Nether Assault was an energy shockwave—if it hit, it would cause damage.
Then, using his Blue Silver Emperor Leg Bone's flight skill, he could escape through the gap.
But it was too simple. The Armored Turtle Sage just lightly blocked with his shell—the nether assault failed to even crack it.
"How is this possible?" Tang San was shocked—his teacher's theory was wrong.
Seeing his expression, the turtle soul master mocked, "You thought you could break through here because you heard the Armored Turtle only had physical defense and not special defense, right?"
"Whoever taught you that must not be above level 50, or they'd know—after absorbing ten-thousand-year rings, the Armored Turtle's special defense keeps improving with soul power. Otherwise, only defending against one type of attack wouldn't make a qualified defense soul master."
"Did they also say my martial soul's attack is weak and speed slow? Wrong again—try this! Sixth skill, Gear Blade Shell!"
The Armored Turtle Soul Sage withdrew his head and limbs, while spikes grew all over his shell and began spinning at high speed—like a flying disc. Not as fast as agility types, but not slow either.
The spinning shell charged at Tang San, who hurriedly summoned Blue Silver Grass for defense. But his five-ring grass, though tough, was sliced instantly.
This turtle's attack was hardly weak, and it was a sustained assault.
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Spirit Hall members were proud—four Soul Sages didn't want to gang up on a mere Soul King.
As Tang San despaired, a voice shouted, "Stop!"
A chrysanthemum petal flew in, striking the turtle's shell and sending him flying a hundred meters. He was uninjured—showing the attacker's perfect control.
"Only a Titled Douluo could so easily disperse a Soul Sage's strike without harming them. This chrysanthemum—could it be…" Tang San was shocked, recalling that one of the two Titled Douluo who attacked him and Xiao Wu at Spirit Hall used a chrysanthemum martial soul.
"These are Spirit Hall people—their target must be Xiao Wu. Damn, why now? If they'd come a few days later, I could have taken Xiao Wu away!"
"Heh, look who it is, the son of Clear Sky Douluo, Tang San!" Spirit Hall's group surrounded him, Chrysanthemum Douluo floating in the air, looking down.
As for Ghost Douluo, though usually inseparable with Chrysanthemum Douluo, one stayed hidden while the other was in the open.
Since Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor hadn't awakened, he still looked plain. Chrysanthemum Douluo recognized him at a glance.
"Great, last time at Spirit Hall, this guy escaped. Now he delivers himself—before we get the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, let's use him as a sacrifice!" Yan was already filled with killing intent, flames flaring.
Two yellow, two purple, two black rings. After years of cultivation, he had reached Soul Emperor. Not weaker than Yu Tianheng or Gu Ran—the Golden Generation was indeed impressive.
"Wait, Yan!" Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped him. "This guy is useful. We can't find the hundred-thousand-year beast, but he's the perfect bait."
He looked at Tang San, "Tang San, I bet you're here for the hundred-thousand-year beast too. Tell me where she is. If you do, I'll spare your life today."
"You think I'd betray Xiao Wu for my own life? Kill me if you want!" Tang San replied coldly. Facing Titled Douluo, he had no hope of winning, but Xiao Wu was his bottom line. He worried only about how to warn her to escape.
"That's not up to you!" A raspy voice sounded behind him—Ghost Douluo appeared silently and grabbed Tang San's head. "Third spirit skill—Evil Spirit Possession!"
This was a control-type skill—Ghost Douluo could briefly control his target. With Tang San's current power, he couldn't resist at all.