Outside the gates of Shrek Academy, Tyrone and Tyno each stood beside an old man. This old man had white hair and beard. His short hair stood up like steel needles on his head. His figure looked similar to that of the Mighty King Tyno, only his eyes were much deeper. Standing there, he gave people a feeling of imposing authority without anger. From the awe in the eyes of Tyrone and Tyno when they looked at him, one could tell that this old man held a high position in their family.
"Grandpa, I'm begging you. Please go back. If this continues, I really can't stay in the academy." Tyrone pleaded with his grandfather with a bitter smile. At this moment, the illusion that Zuzong had cast on him had automatically dissipated. Even he himself didn't know why he had mentioned the beating he received a week ago to his father at home, and that his grandfather had just overheard him.
The old man standing between him and Tyno was his own grandfather, Titan. He was also Zuzong.
Titan had his hands behind his back. He glanced coldly at his grandson, "Shut up. You don't even know who beat you up."
Not to mention Tyrone, even Tyno didn't know why this old man insisted on coming to Shrek Academy with them today. Since being beaten up by the zuzong a week ago, he realized he had forgotten what the other person looked like.
Just yesterday, Tyrone asked him if he should tell his grandfather, Titan, that the two of them had been beaten up by a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master. Who knew Titan would overhear them nearby?
Tyno didn't dare hide anything and recounted the whole story. The result was a slap in the face from old Titan and the word "shameful." He hadn't even seen the other person's face after being beaten up.
At this moment, Tang San and Oscar emerged from the academy surrounded by a group of students.
When Tang San first saw old Titan, his heart clenched. Although his Purple Demon Eye had lost its "Looking Through Autumn Water Dew" effect and was only at the "Overview" level, he could still discern something from appearances alone. This old man was probably even more powerful than Zhao Wuji.
This wasn't just one person, it was a mountain!
"Who among you has Blue Silver Grass as their spirit?" Titan asked in a deep, aged voice.
A trembling voice came from the crowd, "Tang San's spirit is Blue Silver Grass."
Who spoke? Of course, it was the clan leader controlling an ordinary student to shout it.
Old Titan glanced at the student who had answered, who was practically wetting himself in fear, and looked at him with disdain. "Who is Tang San?"
"I am." Tang San stepped forward slowly. He adjusted his body to its optimal state, ready to react.
"You've got guts, kid. A week ago, wasn't it you who injured my son and grandson?" Titan asked calmly.
Tang San shook his head. "No, I haven't fought anyone at all during this time."
Old Titan scoffed, "You seem quite confident! Don't think you can get away with it just because my two shameless lads didn't see your face clearly. Martial spirits don't lie. Besides you, whose martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass? I bet you're only at the Soul Master level. You probably used dirty tricks!"
"Uh..." Tang San's lips twitched. He was from the Tang Sect. He was known for his use of hidden weapons and poison, and it wasn't wrong for him to like dirty tricks. His martial spirit was indeed Blue Silver Grass, but he genuinely hadn't done it this time.
Suddenly, Tang San's eyes lit up.
That other person's martial spirit was also Blue Silver Grass; maybe it was him. Should he just expose him?
Just as he thought of this, Tang San rejected the idea. When had he become so cowardly? He disliked Zuzong, but he also had his own principles. If he backed down this time and used someone else as a scapegoat, not only would others despise him, but he himself would also look down on himself.
Tang San stared directly at the other man. "I didn't do it, and
that's it." "I'm too lazy to argue with you. Whether it's you or not, my son and grandson were injured because they were incompetent. It's not because my Power Clan is weak. You dare to stand up today and even contradict me, making my Power Clan lose face. I must regain my dignity. Don't worry, I won't bully you. How about we make a bet?" Titan said calmly.
Tang San gritted his teeth, unafraid. "What's the bet?"
Just like in the original story, old Titan lit an incense stick.
If Tang San could withstand the released pressure without the Titan's intervention or activation of his martial soul, then the Power Clan would join the Tang Sect. Otherwise, Tang San would join the Power Clan.
After old Titan signaled Tang San to be careful...
The air between Tang San and Titan seemed to distort, rippling like water, yet nothing could be felt. In that instant, however, Tang San's expression changed drastically, and he took another step back. Simultaneously, he released his martial soul.
Without the Eight Spider Lances and the Ice-Fire Alchemy Body, Tang San's physique, under the influence of the Mysterious Heaven Technique, was only slightly stronger than a Soul Master of the same level, and he quickly showed signs of exhaustion.
"Ah!"
With a scream, Tang San was forced to the ground by the old Titan's fierce and violent pressure. Supported by the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San barely managed to sit up, immediately sitting cross-legged on the ground, eating the sausage Oscar had prepared for him, and pushing the Mysterious Heaven Technique to its limit. He was already panting heavily, his body soaked in sweat, and his bones cracking softly.
The old Titan observed Tang San's performance, his eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of disappointment in his expression. For the other party to reach the Soul Master level at such a young age was indeed remarkable. Logically, someone who could easily defeat his grandson and then his son shouldn't be so weak. He wondered, "Could it really not be him?"
But despite his doubts, he showed no mercy. His words were like water spilled; if he showed mercy and was allowed to survive even a stick of incense, his entire clan would become Tang San's slaves.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji was also summoned by Meng Yiran. Upon seeing Old Titan, he also expressed his helplessness. He hadn't expected Tang San to offend this madman.
Meng Yiran panicked and couldn't help but shout, "Senior Titan, if you dare harm Tang San, I will definitely have my grandparents avenge him!"
Titan glanced at Meng Yiran and said indifferently, "Oh? You seem to be the granddaughter of those two old geezers, Dragon Duke and Snake Granny. Their Martial Soul Fusion Technique is indeed troublesome, but unfortunately, we've already made a bet. Even if they come, they have no say." As
he spoke, Titan intensified his oppressive aura.
"You—" Meng Yiran was choked by those words, then looked at Tang San, "Little San, admit defeat! Stop trying to hold on."
*Pfft*—a mouthful of blood spurted out. Tang San was already fighting like a cornered beast; under the sudden increase in pressure, he could no longer hold on.
Meanwhile, zuzong, who had already returned to Shrek Academy,
sat high on the roof of a building, gazing down at everything below, secretly chuckling to himself. Without the Eight Spider Lances and the Immortal Herb, let's see how Tang San can hold on. If this old guy could kill or cripple Tang San, he could save himself a lot of trouble. Just as the
Zuzong was enjoying the spectacle, a sudden sense of danger arose. The zuzong was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he instinctively used his Instantaneous Movement Technique to leave his spot.