Tang San's gaze grew solemn.
He had made up his mind—if necessary, he would go all out. And after this was over, he might even kill everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's group… including Ning Rongrong.
If he needed a moral excuse, it was simple:If Hao Yue is allowed to grow unchecked, it could one day destroy the continent, leaving death in its wake. There's no way someone like Mu Tian—a shallow-minded fool—could control Austin Griffin.
But the real reason?
Mu Tian's killing intent.
Tang San could feel it clearly. That hostility wasn't just petty jealousy—it was deadly. That idiot was probably hoping Hao Yue would "accidentally" kill him during the competition.
Again and again... I'm not someone who gets bullied without striking back.
If Mu Tian wanted to kill him—then he wouldn't show mercy.
He wasn't a saint either.
According to his aura, Mu Tian was a level 15 one-ring Soul Master.
Tang San calculated quickly. Killing Mu Tian might be easy—but the rest of the group?
They wouldn't just let him and Xiao Wu walk away.
A Soul Saint and over twenty Soul Sects… Normally, that would be impossible.
But now?
Now he had his second soul skill: the negative buff, which worked on soul masters regardless of level.
It only weakened them by twenty-two percent, which might not sound like much—but it would make a difference. It could give him and Xiao Wu enough time to escape, or even tip the scales with the right strategy.
But more importantly…
He had the Nine-Jointed Jade.
That little snake was terrifying. Tiny, swift, and venomous beyond imagination. Without Purple Demon Eye, even he couldn't track it clearly.
And in this era, unless a person was a Soul Douluo, they wouldn't even have the spiritual strength to perceive it.
The first target would be the Soul Saint.
One bite was all it would take. That man would die without leaving a corpse behind.
The remaining Soul Sects—already weakened—would fall under the Endless Grass Field, delayed and disrupted, giving the Nine-Jointed Jade the opening it needed.
And if things still didn't go as planned?
Use Ning Rongrong as a hostage.
As long as everyone died from the Nine-Jointed Jade's poison, there'd be no corpses left behind. Even if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan launched a full investigation, they'd find nothing.Who would suspect two six-year-olds?
"Mu Tian, age seven. Martial soul: Hao Yue. Assault type."
Mu Tian declared it proudly, his chest puffed out.
"Level fifteen, one-ring War Soul Master."
Tang San exhaled slowly. He composed himself and stared back at Mu Tian.
"Tang San. Martial soul: Blue Silver Grass. Support type.Level twenty-two, Great Soul Master."
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened."Blue Silver Grass? Can that even be cultivated?"
Tang San extended his right hand. A strand of Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm—lush, vibrant, and laced with silver markings.
Then—two soul rings emerged. One yellow, one purple. A ten-year first ring, and… a thousand-year second ring.
Everyone—except Xiao Wu—froze in shock.
"A thousand-year second soul ring?!"
Tang San ignored the gasps. He focused solely on Mu Tian. His voice was cool:
"You were wrong. My teacher isn't Yu Xiaogang. My teacher is me."
Mu Tian clenched his teeth.
What?! Did my transmigration butterfly effect really cause Tang San not to become Yu Xiaogang's disciple?
This is ridiculous! Is this what happens when that useless Grandmaster doesn't drag him down?! He's actually... strong?!
Tang San turned toward the Soul Saint.
"Respected senior, may we begin?"
At the same time, he calculated the distance between himself and the Soul Saint—mentally preparing for the worst. How fast could the Nine-Jointed Jade strike? What angle would give it the cleanest path?
"I will officiate." The Soul Saint stepped forward, nodding.
He waved the others back, opening up a space roughly ten meters long and seven to eight meters wide.
To him, it was enough. Two children, even with soul power, couldn't cause that much trouble.
Tang San glanced around.Twenty meters. Within range of Endless Grass Field's evolved reach. With Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, I can take Xiao Wu and retreat at any time.
"Hao Yue, go!"
Mu Tian gave the order.
Nothing happened.
The great lizard yawned… and lay down.
Tang San: "…Do you need a moment to bond with your martial soul?"
Mu Tian's face turned dark."Hao Yue! Don't throw a tantrum now! When we get back, I'll give you fire-element soul beast meat!"
Hearing this, Hao Yue perked up immediately. Its body expanded, growing to over three meters long. Like a scaled earth dragon, it let out a sharp roar and lunged at Tang San.
Tang San responded instantly.
He slammed the Blue Silver Grass into the ground and jumped—straight onto Hao Yue's back.
The beast snarled, spun its head 180 degrees, and blasted fire toward him.
Tang San darted aside using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. He didn't go head-to-head with this fire-breathing monster.
Instead, he danced—dodging flames, claws, and tail strikes, each motion calculated.
And the more he engaged it… the more alarmed he became.
So this is the God of Condemnation, Austin Griffin…
With only one fire attribute head, it already matched the strength of an average Great Soul Master. Not to mention its scales were like armor, and its movements, though raw, held terrifying force.
But this wasn't a monster battle.
This was a duel between soul masters.
Tang San had no need to face Hao Yue directly.
His eyes swept to Mu Tian.
The real target.
So this is the first transmigrator, Tang San thought.Golden Finger: God of Condemnation, Austin Griffin…
He remembered the lore. In the world of Throne of the Primordial Blood, Austin Griffin was the twin son of the Creator God—the embodiment of annihilation.
And right now, that martial soul… was awake. Aware. And watching.
Its gaze didn't reflect loyalty. It didn't even seem to care about Mu Tian.
If the ninth head ever awakens… Austin Griffin could override him entirely. This thing isn't just a martial soul. It's a devourer.
Tang San narrowed his eyes.
And if it's looking at me like that…
Could it be sensing the Haotian Hammer within me?
If so, and if its nature was truly devouring destruction, then one day—it might try to consume the Haotian Hammer itself.
If that happened… he wouldn't survive.
No. Tang San's resolve hardened.Before that ever becomes a possibility…
I'll destroy it first.