Tang San: You Scoundrel, Give Me Back My Mandala Snake

Hundreds of Blue Silver Emperor vines with scales bound the Mandala Snake, immobilizing it. Zuzong lightly commanded, "Poison Devour."

Purple corrosive venom oozed from the gaps in the Blue Silver vines' scales. As soon as the Mandala Snake came into contact, large chunks of its flesh were corroded. But that was not the end. Zuzong manipulated the Blue Silver Emperor vines to pry open the Mandala Snake's mouth, aiming it in the direction of Blanklin.

After doing all this, Zuzong pretended to be exhausted and gasped, "Vice-Dean, hurry, I can't hold on much longer!"

Blanklin saw the dust flying and countless vines coiling ahead, unable to see the Mandala Snake's condition clearly. He just assumed that the Mandala Snake was still struggling desperately since the Mandala Snake was a powerful existence among century-old soul beasts.

"Alright!"

He had been prepared for this. Three shining rings rose silently—one white, two yellow. As the rings circulated, a surging soul power formed a wave-like pressure. The third yellow ring lit up, and a fist-sized thunderball gathered on his head's horns.

"Third Soul Skill—Mega Horn Cannon."

The thunderball shot out quickly, expanding until it became the size of a basketball.

Zuzong controlled the Mandala Snake with the Blue Silver vines.

Boom! The thunderball entered the Mandala Snake's mouth and exploded. The oral cavity is one of the softest parts of any creature, filled with tender flesh. With one strike, a bowl-sized bloody hole was blown into the Mandala Snake's head. White brain matter mixed with blood flowed from the hole, creating a scene as tragic as possible.

The entire process, from start to finish, took less than three minutes—meticulously planned and executed in one go.

Faint yellow light spots gathered, forming a yellow ring above the Mandala Snake's corpse. The Mandala Snake was dead.

"Wow, Vice-Dean, your soul skill is so cool!" Zuzong raised his thumbs and praised Blanklin.

Zuzong was not exaggerating. To someone familiar with Douluo Continent like Zuzong, he knew the power of most third soul skills. Being able to unleash such power with a third soul ring, especially a century-old one, was indeed rare.

Blanklin rarely held his head high, but when he saw Yu Xiaogang leading Tang San over, he returned to his usual serious demeanour.

"Thank you for saving our lives, Vice-Dean. Otherwise, this child and I would have died here." Yu Xiaogang forced a smile, which looked more like crying on his already stiff face.

Blanklin waved his hand and pointed at Zuzong standing nearby. "If you want to thank someone, thank this kid! If he hadn't found you, you would have been in real danger."

While saying this, Blanklin glanced at Tang San and assumed a stern demeanour toward Yu Xiaogang.

"This is your disciple, right? Bringing a child to such a dangerous place is very irresponsible," he criticised harshly.

Yu Xiaogang forced a bitter smile. The facts were right in front of him; what else could he say? He had witnessed Zuzong's performance, using his newly acquired first soul skill to easily suppress the Mandala Snake. Looking at the tragic state of the Mandala Snake's corpse, he sighed, "What a pity. It would have made a perfect first soul ring for Xiao San."

Meanwhile, Tang San faced off against Zuzong.

Zuzong's lips curved slightly into a mocking smile, "Oh, Xiao San! You've gotten even more handsome in just a few days. I heard you got locked in the little black room by the gatekeeper the other night. Is that true?"

[Ding, Tang San's hatred towards the host has increased to 21%. Congratulations on gaining 100 hatred points.]

[Ding, Tang San's hatred towards the host has increased to 22%. Congratulations on gaining 100 hatred points.]

[Ding, Tang San's hatred towards the host has increased to 23%. Congratulations on gaining 100 hatred points.]

Hearing the rising hatred points in his mind, Zuzong was overjoyed and continued to taunt Tang San even more.

"You are so dumb. That gatekeeper looked like he was..."

Holding the "Silent Sleeve Dart" in his sleeve, Tang San desperately wanted to shoot it out.

He had watched Zuzong's battle with the Mandala Snake with his "Purple Demon Eye" from start to finish. Clearly, Zuzong had already subdued the Mandala Snake but still let the Vice-Dean kill it with his soul skill. This was to ensure that he couldn't keep it!

Tang San gritted his teeth and yelled, "You scoundrel, give me back my Mandala Snake!"

The drama began! Zuzong lowered his head, his lips curved into a smirk. He forced out a few tears and complained to Yu Xiaogang, "Gatekeeper, look at your disciple Xiao San. He wants me to give him back the Mandala Snake!"

Then he tugged on Blanklin's sleeve, saying, "Vice-Dean, look at Tang San. He wants us to give him back the Mandala Snake!"

Blanklin was stunned. What? They saved them, and this kid wanted them to give back the Mandala Snake? Had he forgotten the scene of being chased? He immediately scolded Yu Xiaogang harshly, "Look at your well-taught disciple. He dares to ask us to give back the Mandala Snake."

He completely ignored the term "Gatekeeper" Zuzong had used.

Yu Xiaogang's already stiff face turned even paler. He had only sighed earlier, but Xiao San actually did something like this. No, as a teacher, he had to discipline his disciple and lead him on the right path.

Yu Xiaogang sternly ordered, "Xiao San, apologise to Zuzong!"

Tang San wanted to refute, to tell what he saw, but how could he explain it? Hiding his strength and putting Yu Xiaogang in danger? That would destroy their teacher-student bond. Yu Xiaogang had been kind to him, and he didn't want to lose this teacher.

"Teacher, I—"

"Apologize now!" Yu Xiaogang demanded sternly.

"Sorry," Tang San mumbled softly in grievance.

"Louder! Say, 'Zuzong, I was wrong!'"

Tang San shook his head. Asking him to call him "Zuzong" (Ancestor in chinese)? He would rather die.

Seeing Tang San shake his head, unwilling to apologize, Yu Xiaogang raised his size-44 foot and kicked Tang San's butt.

"Say it, 'Zuzong, I was wrong!'"

Tang San still shook his head!

Yu Xiaogang kicked him again.

"Say it, 'Zuzong, I was wrong!'"

Tang San was on the verge of tears. But Yu Xiaogang was uncharacteristically firm, displaying his "hard on the inside, soft on the outside" style and kicking three more times.

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, Tang San's eyes turned red. He glared at Zuzong, bowed, and shouted, "Ancestor, I'm sorry!" If looks could kill, Zuzong would have died a million times over.

Yu Xiaogang kicked again, "And?"

"Ancestor, I was wrong!"

"Louder! Shout with me!"

"Ancestor, I'm sorry!" ×2

"Ancestor, I was wrong!" ×2

[Ding, Tang San's hatred towards the host has increased to 27%. Congratulations on gaining 100 hatred points.]

[Ding, Tang San's hatred towards the host has increased to 28%. Congratulations on gaining 100 hatred points.]

[Ding, Tang San's hatred towards the host has increased to 29%. Congratulations on gaining 100 hatred points.]

[Ding, Tang San's hatred towards the host has increased to 30%. Congratulations on gaining 100 hatred points.]

"Pfft!"

Zuzong admitted that he couldn't hold back his laughter this time.

He patted Tang San's cheek and said, "Good boy, Ancestor forgives you, hahaha."

Hearing Zuzong's forgiveness, Yu Xiaogang should have been happy, but he felt something was off, feeling utterly confused.

[Yu Xiaogang: Why do I feel like I've been played?]

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