Chapter 89: Yu Tianheng: I Swear They

Suoto City, Great Soul Arena

"Third Brother, are we really going to hold back today?"

Before stepping onto the stage, in the resting room, Fatty Ma Hongjun was eager to fight.

After breaking through to thirty-level Qi and obtaining his third Soul Ring, he was desperate to show off.

"Fatty, what are you so excited about? It's just a thirty-level team—do you plan to go all out?"

Watching the excited Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai couldn't help but snap.

He, a Hun Sect member who had broken past forty-level Qi, hadn't even spoken yet.

What's the rush on your end?

This time, due to the tight schedule, although Dai Mubai had broken through in Qi, he still hadn't obtained a Soul Ring.

Seeing Fatty trying to show off made him annoyed.

If anyone's going to show off, it should be me, the leader of the Shi Shi Laike Seven!

"Cough, cough—everyone, hold back a bit!"

Seeing everyone's eagerness, Tang San finally understood why the Master had previously forbidden them from obtaining Soul Rings.

Even without breaking into Hun Sect, they're already like this.

If they all break into Hun Sect and obtain their fourth Soul Rings, they'll literally fly.

Moreover, with the new dishes from the food shop, Tang San felt their entire team breaking into Soul King might not even be a dream.

"Yeah, Xiao San's right—everyone hold back, or it'll be too unfair!"

Having reviewed the intelligence on the Tian Dou Team across from them, Dai Mubai now spoke up.

If I, the Shi Shi Laike leader, can't show off, neither can you.

Instantly, Ma Hongjun, Ao Si Ka, and others pouted.

This scene made Especially Ning Rongrong and the others snicker quietly.

"Xiao San, you're not allowed to use the Eight-Threaded Spear today!"

The Master, who had been standing aside, spoke up.

The others' issues weren't too serious.

Only Tang San's problem was troublesome.

If this Soul Arena team weren't people the Master cared about,

the Master would have never wanted the Shi Shi Laike Seven to step onto the stage.

"Don't worry, Master—I won't use it!"

Looking at the Master's words, Tang San nodded firmly.

Use the Eight-Threaded Spear? Are you kidding?

I'm now a forty-eight-level Qi Hun Sect member.

Do I need to use an external Soul Bone to fight a bunch of thirty-level Soul Masters?

"Try to hold back a bit!"

Thinking of Yu Tianheng across from him, the Master added softly at last.

Deep down, the Master never believed the Shi Shi Laike team would lose.

Soon after, someone came to notify the Shi Shi Laike Seven to take the stage.

Instantly, the Shi Shi Laike Seven all put on masks and walked out.

Inside the vast Great Soul Arena, the stands were packed with spectators.

Now, with both teams appearing, the arena erupted into chaos.

And at this moment, on the stage:

The members of the Imperial Fight Team were already poised and ready.

"So what if they have one more Hun Sect member? Nothing to fear!"

Beside Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan looked at the Shi Shi Laike team and rallied their members.

When they reviewed the Shi Shi Laike team's data yesterday, they were genuinely shocked.

A forty-one-level Hun Sect member was indeed hard to handle.

But their Soul Beast was just a Blue Silver Grass.

Such a worthless Soul Beast—even as a Hun Sect member—was nothing.

As for the others in Shi Shi Laike, only the Bai Hu Soul Beast required serious attention.

The rest were utterly insignificant.

"I'll take the guy with the Bai Hu Soul Beast!"

With his own Qi at thirty-nine levels, Yu Tianheng was confident he could suppress the opponent.

His teammates could then swiftly eliminate the rest.

As for that Hun Sect member, Dugu Yan's poison would contain him.

Before the match, the Imperial Fight Team had already planned their strategy.

But as soon as the match began, everything changed.

"Blue Silver Grass, fourth Soul Ability: Blue Silver Prison!"

At the opening, Tang San's forty-eight-level Qi surged, and four Soul Rings pulsed beneath his feet.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his fourth Soul Ability: Blue Silver Prison.

His fourth Soul Ring, though not as terrifying as the ten-thousand-year one in the original,

had been strengthened by a Thousand-Layer Pork Roll to an astonishing nine-thousand-year duration.

As for why he hadn't broken through, it was naturally to avoid drawing attention.

After all, inside his soul device, there were still three layers of thousand-layer pork roll unused.

"Hmph! A mere cage? Watch me break it!"

Seeing the blue silver grass cage formed by Tang San, Yu Tianheng and the others paid it no mind.

What resilience could a worthless soul weapon like blue silver grass possibly have?

Soul power surged within him; his Lightning Emperor Dragon soul weapon reached out with a single claw toward the blue silver cage.

"Boom boom boom…"

A series of crashes echoed, and lightning crackled wildly across the blue silver grass.

Yet the force of that single claw only pierced through the outermost layer.

This sight left Yu Tianheng utterly stunned.

This was a top-tier offensive beast soul weapon.

And just now, it was his first soul skill—fully unleashed—and yet it had only broken through the surface of the blue silver grass.

Is this some kind of joke?

When did blue silver grass become this powerful?

Yu Tianheng was completely dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Tang San was not surprised.

With his forty-eight-level soul power, he had activated his fourth soul skill, backed by a nine-thousand-year soul ring.

If you could break it with a hundred-year first soul skill, that would be the real joke.

"Big Brother Dai!"

At that moment, Tang San shouted loudly, and immediately, Dai Mubai's feet erupted with three soul rings surging wildly.

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Steel Transformation!"

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Radiant Wave!"

Dai Mubai shot forward, charging straight at Yu Tianheng.

His forty-three-level soul power surged—even without a fourth soul ring—his aura remained overwhelming.

Trapped, Yu Tianheng activated his third soul skill; lightning crackled around him, shattering the surrounding blue silver grass as he rushed toward Dai Mubai.

He had been confident, certain his soul power surpassed Dai Mubai's.

But the moment they clashed, terrifying soul power slammed into his body.

Yu Tianheng's body was flung backward, blood spraying through the air.

"Zhu Zhuqing, Fatty, Hearing Xiao Wu!"

He shouted to the others, and in the next instant, Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai's Yin-Yang White Tigers flung Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan of the Imperial Fighting Team out of the arena.

Fatty's flames, empowered by Especially Ning Rongrong and Ao Si Ka, turned the remaining trapped opponents into grilled meat.

Meanwhile, Hearing Xiao Wu seized the perfect moment to send each of them flying out of the arena one by one.

On the stage, the Sliver Peak Seven Demons moved like flowing water, single-handedly slaughtering the Imperial Fighting Team.

By the time the Imperial Fighting Team had been defeated, the audience on the stage finally snapped out of their daze.

Below the arena, Yu Tianheng and the others were utterly speechless.

Earlier, when reviewing the intelligence, he had sensed something was off.

Now, after this battle, even if they were fools, they had realized the truth.

That blue silver grass soul cultivator wasn't forty-one-level soul power at all.

And that White Tiger soul weapon user? His soul power was even higher than mine!

These people were clearly cheating—and Yu Tianheng had proof, solid evidence to pin it on them!