Chapter 171: Tang San’s Ruthlessness

Tang San’s gaze at Su Xiaoxiao shifted from disdain to a new seriousness.

He clenched his fists tight, barely holding back his anger, then slowly spoke:

“I’ll admit, you’ve got some skill. Maybe you’re among the strongest of the younger generation.”

“Now you’ve earned my attention. Little girl, you better watch yourself from here on out!”

“Huh?” Su Xiaoxiao was startled. Scratching her head awkwardly, she turned away.

“Um, Senior, I think you misunderstand… I’m not the strongest among the young disciples. Actually, I’m probably the weakest. My talent’s just… pretty dull, so…”

Tang San’s eyes widened at her words. His body began to tremble as he roared in fury:

“Enough! I don’t care if you’re the weakest or the strongest. I’m making my move now!”

“Blue Silver Tyrant Spear!”

A long spear shrouded in a blue aura instantly appeared in Tang San’s left hand.

“Whoosh!”

With lightning speed, Tang San hurled the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear at Su Xiaoxiao.

Inwardly, Tang San thought, “Don’t blame me for being ruthless, little girl. With so many people watching, I can’t afford to lose face!”

The spear shot through the air like an arrow from a bow, brimming with murderous intent. It looked ready to skewer Su Xiaoxiao’s small frame.

The crowd of disciples watching all around stared in shock as the spear closed in on Su Xiaoxiao—

One strikingly beautiful female disciple suddenly stood up, shouting in alarm, “Junior Sister, look out!”

“What!”

Su Xiaoxiao instinctively turned around, just in time to see the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear hurtling toward her.

“Crap!” With no time to dodge, she lifted the Plum Blossom Sword to block.

“Clang!”

The Plum Blossom Sword snapped cleanly in two.

“What?” Su Xiaoxiao stared in disbelief at her broken sword.

“Sssht!”

The tip of the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear stabbed deep into Su Xiaoxiao’s shoulder.

“How… how did this happen…”

Gritting her teeth from the pain, Su Xiaoxiao twisted her head to look at her wounded shoulder.

“Little girl, you lost. Do you concede?”

Tang San stepped forward, yanked the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear free, and pressed its cold tip to Su Xiaoxiao’s throat.

Su Xiaoxiao’s pupils trembled, and cold sweat ran down her face from the pain. Just now, she could clearly feel the spear’s path shift ever so slightly.

If it hadn’t, it would’ve gone straight through her chest.

Tears welled up as Su Xiaoxiao choked out, “You… you’re shameless! This was just a friendly bout, but you attacked me off guard… I’m not accepting this!”

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao so wronged and distressed, Tang San’s face darkened, a cold smirk hidden in his heart:

“Since arriving in this place, my power’s slowly returning! Once I reach the pinnacle of a God King again, I can bring Xiao Wu and the others back!”

“And when I break through to Creation God above God King, nothing can stop me. Whoever dared threaten me just now, I’ll destroy them!”

Truth was, Tang San hadn’t wanted the spear to swerve off course. He’d meant for his strike to run Su Xiaoxiao through.

But a terrifying power in the air had warned him. If he hadn’t pulled the spear away from her chest, that force might’ve wiped him out on the spot. He’d had no choice but to change direction.

Yet Tang San found it all a little strange. This world had no soul beasts, and everyone used spiritual energy. Compared to their Daoluo Continent, things here felt even more advanced.

But he had a problem: all his old soul ring skills faced major restrictions here.

Unless he learned the cultivation system of this world from scratch—but that would mean losing everything and starting over…

Still, he couldn’t let go of the so-called Sword God realm everyone kept mentioning.

While Tang San was distracted, a figure darted in, quickly carrying the injured Su Xiaoxiao down from the stage.

“Who are you?” Tang San leveled his Blue Silver Tyrant Spear at the intruder.

“I’m Nangong Lin, Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Martial Sacred Land. Let’s just say you won this match.”

Nangong Lin gently laid Su Xiaoxiao on the ground, tending to her wound while she spoke.

“Oh? Well, that’s settled then!” Tang San stashed his spear away.

【Realm hierarchy of Sword Qi Continent: Sword Practitioner Realm, Sword Qi Realm, Sword Sea Realm, Sword King Realm, Sword Emperor Realm, Sword Saint Realm. Each realm has nine layers】

【Sword God, Peerless Sword God, Jade Sword God, Radiant Sword God—these are further divided into lower, mid, and upper ranks】

【Eternal Sword God: The Creation God stands above all, creator of the cosmos】

On the host’s dais, the elders had flinched when they saw Su Xiaoxiao ambushed. No one knew why, but at the last second, Tang San had avoided her vital spots. It was a blessing in disguise—after all, this was supposed to be a simple spar, not a duel to the death.

“It was my own oversight. I never expected someone so ruthless. Xiaoxiao nearly lost her life,” Nangong Wentian sighed heavily.

Nangong Lin gave Su Xiaoxiao’s shoulder a quick treatment, then passed her to a nearby female disciple to take her away.

“Father, how about letting me go next?” Nangong Lin looked up at Nangong Wentian.

Nangong Wentian was taken aback and replied, “That’s nonsense! Lian’er, you’re at third layer Sword Saint Realm—if you go up, you’ll wreck the whole stage!”

“Oh…”

Nangong Lin felt a trace of disappointment at the outcome, though it was just as she expected.

She thought to herself, “If Father won’t let me go next, I’ll just have to find someone suitable. Ah, how could I forget Sister Liu Ruyan!”

Liu Ruyan, though once at Sword Sea Realm, had slacked on cultivation ever since she started flirting with Yan Yi all the time.

As a result, years had passed and she’d only reached the third layer of Sword Sea Realm. Meanwhile, Yan Yi had already reached the ninth layer of Sword Saint Realm—both romance and cultivation thriving.

Right now, Liu Ruyan was the perfect candidate!

Nangong Lin cleared her throat and said, “If Father won’t let me go, why not let Sister Ruyan take the stage? She’s only at third layer Sword Sea Realm!”

Nangong Wentian hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Fine, we’ll do as you suggest…”

“Then let me thank Father in advance.”

A sly grin played at the corners of Nangong Lin’s lips. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at her little victory.

“Sister Ruyan, would you come help me out?” Nangong Lin cupped her left hand to her mouth and called.

“If Lian’er calls, of course I’ll be there!”

A melodious female voice rang out of nowhere.

In the blink of an eye—and under everyone’s eager gaze—two graceful figures appeared above the dueling stage.

It was Liu Ruyan and Yan Yi.

The disciples in the crowd, seeing their faces, covered their mouths and cheered, excitement in their voices.

“Look, isn’t that Senior Sister Ruyan and Senior Brother Yan Yi? It’s been ages since I’ve seen them!”

“Senior Sister Ruyan is as gorgeous as ever, and she and Senior Brother Yan Yi are such a loving couple!”

“I wish I could be like her—having such a powerful husband to rely on. Everything would feel safe, that’s what I dream of!”

On the stage, Tang San listened to all the chatting and commotion around him, and his face filled with question marks—completely at a loss for words.