Chapter 10: All Have Hidden Motives

Bai Yuan gazed at Tang San, opposite him were a pair of hateful, toxic eyes.

Six years ago Bai Yuan nearly killed Tang San, Tang San bore a grudge against him, and just now Bai Yuan nearly killed him again.

Tang San now wants to settle new and old grudges together, to completely exterminate Bai Yuan and Bai Yu, and have them wanted by the whole world!

However, Tang San, whose eyes were blinded by hatred, completely failed to notice that Xiao Wu's gaze toward him had changed.

Are Bai Yuan and Bai Yu reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beasts? As the genuine reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast, she naturally knows this all too well.

How could a reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast not change its appearance?

How could it be this strong with the appearance of a six- or seven-year-old?

How could one use soul skills without showing soul rings?

"He's lying; we master and disciple are absolutely not reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beasts. A reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast would turn into a child and grow up like a normal person, and moreover needs soul rings to use soul skills." Bai Yuan still wanted to struggle a bit.

Tang San sneered: "Everything you said is fake. You claim you're not a reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast? Then release your martial soul. As everyone knows, everyone on the Douluo Continent has a martial soul; those without one can only be reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beasts."

Bai Yuan's face darkened.

No martial soul means a reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast?

Obviously reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beasts have martial souls!

In any case, neither he nor Bai Yu has a martial soul.

What's worse, everyone present believed Tang San's words, because they also didn't know whether reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beasts have martial souls.

"Yeah, go on, release your martial souls and let's see."

Someone in the crowd spoke up.

"Yes, release your martial soul."

"Hurry up, release your martial soul!"

"It's just releasing a martial soul, not asking for your lives—what are you hemming and hawing for?"

Seeing Bai Yuan still not moving, the crowd took the opportunity of questioning them to form a surrounding encirclement.

Even the Azure Brilliance Academy, previously allied with Bai Yuan, now showed undisguised greed on their faces.

Bai Yuan said: "Reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beasts do have martial souls; she is the true reborn soul beast!"

Bai Yuan pointed at Xiao Wu beside him.

Xiao Wu's expression shifted slightly, but when everyone's gaze fell on her, she regained her composure.

"Stop spouting nonsense here; clearly, those without martial souls are the reborn soul beasts!" Xiao Wu's feet rose two yellow soul rings.

The crowd instantly withdrew their gazes.

It was obvious they thought having a martial soul made it unlikely to be a reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast, while lacking one made it likely.

Bai Yuan was quite annoyed.

How could this bunch not believe the truth, only trust their own judgment—utterly foolish!

A faint smile appeared on Tang San's face, his eyes gaining a hint of purple, as he slowly raised his right hand.

Deep blue light surged, and a clump of deep blue grass suddenly sprouted from his palm.

Two yellow soul rings rose simultaneously from beneath Tang San's feet, coiling around his body.

"Everyone, look at his hemming and hawing—definitely a reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast; let's attack together!"

The hall instantly became noisy, as various martial souls were released and soul rings rose one after another.

For a moment, lights of all colors blazed forth.

The five youths still capable of combat in Azure Brilliance Academy, as well as the woman teased by Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, also released soul rings, theirs all identical—one white and one yellow.

The most eye-catching in the hall was still the earlier middle-aged man; after releasing his martial soul, his limbs shrank by one third, while his back bulged high, forming a huge carapace.

His whole body flashed with black light; white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple—five soul rings in total rose from his feet, swirling around his body.

Soul King, a powerhouse above rank fifty!

Everyone was utterly shocked; even Tang San, Dai Mubai and their companions were slightly dazed.

After all, Soul Kings are rare soul masters on the continent, possessing great strength; in some kingdoms they can hold the titles of viscount or even earl.

Nevertheless, they were also more confident about this hunt, while some worried about how to obtain the reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Ning Rongrong was one of them.

After all, that is a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul beast, something even her two uncles lack, and moreover there are two here.

As a mischievous princess who dislikes studying, Ning Rongrong's knowledge of soul beasts is limited, so she was naturally duped by Tang San.

Zhao Wují in the shadows was the same, and he also trusted Yu Xiaogang's disciple more regarding the analysis of soul beasts.

However, Zhao Wují did not rush out to compete.

Because snatching the two reborn hundred-thousand-year soul beasts here would be tantamount to courting death.

An innocent man is guilty of carrying a jade.

Grabbing two living hundred-thousand-year soul beasts would get even a general Title Douluo hunted to death, let alone him, a mere Soul Saint.

"Blue Silver Grass, entwine!"

Tang San launched the attack first, rings of dark blue‑black thick vines coiling out from all directions toward Bai Yuan's body, his figure also disappearing.

Bai Yuan's eyes turned cold; a spiritual artifact longsword appeared in midair, he gripped it tightly, swung the sword, and several sword flashes passed, snapping all surrounding vines.

Yet the faintly sweet tea scent amid the vines seemed endless, continually welling up from all sides.

Bai Yuan swung his longsword again; this blow directly tore apart the vines blocking his view, letting Tang San's figure reappear in his sight.

Bai Yuan brandished his sword and charged straight ahead.

A crimson‑purple fire line suddenly shot straight at him.

Bai Yuan gave a cold snort: "Scatter!"

That single word seemed to contain terrifying power; not only did it shake the surrounding vines into retreating in all directions, but the fire line bearing the brunt of the sonic force also dissipated outright.

Bai Yuan's speed did not diminish, his long sword still pointed directly at Tang San.

Another figure stepped in front of him at this moment.

The newcomer was none other than Dai Mubai!

Only to see his first soul ring blaze brightly, forming a white light shield that enveloped him.

Immediately Dai Mubai's sole thousand-year soul ring lit up, the air around his body twisting.

His evil eyes turned blood-red, the body that had become burly from the White Tiger's possession swelled again, muscles bulging, his upper garments torn apart.

Bai Yuan struck down with a single sword.

Dai Mubai clasped his hands together, actually catching the sword directly.

"Courting death!"

Bai Yuan clenched his left hand, and in an instant punched Dai Mubai in the abdomen; terrifying power exploded, sending his tall body flying like a broken kite.

Everyone watched, sucking in a breath of cold air.

A three-ring Soul Elder, even a heaven‑chosen Soul Elder with the optimal soul‑ring ratio, after activating his thousand‑year soul skill, didn't even last a single round.

If that punch landed on them, they wouldn't die but would end up paralyzed for life.

"Since you all trust him, then come! My creed is: whoever tries to kill me, I will surely kill!" Bai Yuan, whose advance was blocked, looked around, his voice icy.

Bai Yu glanced at the flying Dai Mubai, and in her small hand appeared a short sword matching her petite frame.

"Hmph!"

The middle‑aged man beside them said coldly: "This hundred‑thousand‑year cultivated soul beast has at most four‑ring power; I will handle defense, you cooperate to take him down."

Oscar also fed Dai Mubai a restorative large sausage at this time, letting Dai Mubai recover a bit of his condition.

"As expected of a hundred‑thousand‑year soul beast reborn, he not only has the power of a four‑ring assault‑type Soul Master, but also the speed of an agility‑type Soul Master." Dai Mubai barely stood up and sighed.

At the same time he was also reminding everyone.

"Where's Teacher Zhao?" Ma Hongjun suddenly looked left and right.

Zhu Zhuqing said coldly: "Teacher Zhao might not be here; we'll have to rely on ourselves."

Dai Mubai came to Zhu Zhuqing's side and said: "Shall we join forces this time?"

Back then he fled the Star Luo Empire fearing his elder brother; now, if he could obtain two hundred‑thousand‑year soul bones, he would have full confidence to return and kill!

"(End of chapter)"