Soul Land: I Became the Pope from the Beginning

Chapter 69: No Miserable! Tang San's Defeat

Serpent Grandmother, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch anymore. She said with a strange look, "Zhao Wuji, although this child's Martial Soul isn't inherited from yours, he has certainly learned some of your arrogance."

Hearing what the Serpent Grandmother said, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt embarrassed. When he first met Tang San, he thought he was a child he had left behind.

"This is not my child, Serpent Grandmother, you've misunderstood. Let's watch the match."

Fearing that Tang San's mentality would be affected, Zhao Wuji hurriedly stopped Serpent Grandmother, preventing her from saying anything more. Couldn't she see that Tang San was already fuming?

"Damn it, you will regret what you said."

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like an ox. It was all because his Martial Soul was not the Blue Silver Emperor, which meant he couldn't heal his body damaged by blacksmithing. On the contrary, the Dark Blue Silver King would damage his body.

As time passed, he gradually became somewhat malnourished, and his body never grew tall. Also, due to blacksmithing, his body was covered in dead muscle.

As the most handsome man in the God Realm in his previous life, he felt unprecedented humiliation.

"Alright, let's begin. I've never seen such a shameless person before," Meng Yiran said impatiently, clearly not wanting to waste time on this smaller version of Zhao Wuji, Tang San.

Tang San, whose mind was clouded by rage, dashed forward with a single stride. A purple glow flashed in his eyes, and his hands turned a jade-white color.

"First Soul Skill: Bind."

The blue-silver grass with blood-colored veins suddenly emerged from the ground and surrounded Meng Yiran. Tang San took out the poisoned sleeve arrow and waited quietly for the opportunity to kill her with one blow.

"First soul skill: snake dance."

As Meng Yiran waved the serpent cane in her hand, a swirling green poisonous gas permeated the ground. Then, countless thin serpents bound the emerging Blue Silver Grass, which eventually dissolved into mud by the poison gas.

"Second Soul Skill: Parasite."

Tang San, unwilling to give up, directly summoned Blue Silver Grass from beneath Meng Yiran's feet, releasing Blue Silver Grass spores.

Then he launched the first soul skill again, tightly entangling Meng Yiran, and directly launched the sleeve arrow.

"Hmph, a defeated general, not worth mentioning."

Just when Tang San was proud, he saw Meng Yiran cut off the blue silver grass with the serpent cane, with the poisoned sleeve arrows in her mouth, and her expression was cold.

"Bah, what kind of skill is it to use such underhanded tactics?"

Meng Yiran is also a little expert in playing with poison. Naturally, she knows that the poison on the sleeve arrow will not kill her, but it will torture her for a long time. It shows that Tang San is extremely vicious and a villain.

"Damn, it didn't work."

Tang San saw that the sleeve arrow didn't hit, and his face didn't look good. He put his hand on the Twenty-Four Moonlight Bridges.

Did he have to use the Godly Zhuge Crossbow? That was an artifact he intended to use for showing off and developing his power later. Exposing it now felt a bit too early.

While Tang San was thinking, Meng Yiran was not in a daze. She immediately waved the serpent cane and the second soul ring on her body lit up.

"Second soul skill: Serpent Blade."

As several green serpent blades flew over, Tang San had to turn sideways and hurriedly dodge, but he was still scratched.

"Damn it, to make me so embarrassed, this is simply…"

Before he finished speaking, a new round of serpent blades flew over, making Tang San dodge continuously.

"Damn it, it's poison!"

At this time, Tang San's face was pale the poison on the serpent blade took effect, and coupled with his internal injuries, it made it difficult for him to even breathe.

At this time, Tang San's body began to shake, and he was a little unstable, which made the six Shrek people watching the battle sweat.

"Serpent Blade, Serpent Dance!"

As the ground was filled with poison gas again, Tang San was too weak to mobilize his soul power to resist the poison gas.

The Blue Silver Grass he summoned with all his might to counter the serpent blades was no different from roadside weeds, being cut in half.

"Ah!"

After being baptized by a wave of serpent blades, Tang San lay on the ground, his face as white as paper, his lips bloodless, and he looked like he was about to die.

"Okay, stop it, we admit defeat."

Zhao Wuji's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. When had he ever been so humiliated? Didn't these little guys say they were sure to win? Now he was beaten like a dead dog.

"Hmph, then hand over the Phoenix-tail Crest Serpent."

Meng Yiran put away the Serpent Cane, disgustedly dispelled the poison on Tang San's body, and slowly walked to the Phoenix-tail Crest Serpent who was about to die.

Seeing that the serpent might die at any time, Meng Yiran was not sure to take it away directly, so she killed the serpent with a knife, and a purple soul ring faintly appeared on the serpent's corpse.

"Please leave first, everyone. My Yiran is about to absorb her Soul Ring. Do you want to deny it?"

The serpent grandmother came to Meng Yiran and ordered them to leave. After all, it must be unsafe for a group of strangers to be here.

"Let's go."

Zhao Wuji had no choice. Lost is lost.

Moreover, just now, he had sensed the aura of a Soul Douluo approaching. It had to be Dragon Duke. Now that the Soul Beast was dead, there was no point in offending Dragon Duke further.

"Sigh, let's go."

He glanced at Oscar, who had a reluctant look in his eyes and sighed helplessly. In the end, their skills were inferior. This Tang San was full of nonsense.

"Okay."

Oscar reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the Phoenix Tail Crest Serpent, and he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with Tang San.

'You have no strength but you still want to show off. Now you are knocked unconscious and we have to carry you.'

Soon, an old man with a strong aura appeared in front of everyone. It was the Dragon Duke who came hurriedly.

Seeing Meng Yiran absorbing the soul ring and Zhao Wuji and others had gone far away, he was relieved and guarded Meng Yiran tightly.

Tang San was still unconscious at this time, and Dai Mubai carried him, but he couldn't stay unconscious. After all, the Star Dou Great Forest was very dangerous, and even with Zhao Wuji watching, an unconscious person could be secretly taken away.

"Oscar, feed Tang San two recovery sausages. We can't delay any longer."

He asked Dai Mubai to put Tang San on the ground. Oscar took out two sausages and tried to stuff them into Tang San's mouth, but found that Tang San couldn't swallow them at all.

"Teacher Zhao, Tang San can't eat it at all."

At this time, Zhao Wuji was also in trouble, but it was already dark, and there was no time to delay, so he said: "How about you chew it up and feed it to him?"

"No."

Oscar was the first to refuse. He didn't want to feed Tang San. Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps. The other people also shook their heads.

"We are girls, definitely not allowed."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's eyes, Ning Rongrong shook her head like a rattle. Tang San was so ugly; she wouldn't even dare to put her mouth on him even with the lights off.

"Ah, there is no team spirit at all."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Wuji also made up his mind, took the recovery sausage from Oscar's hand, chewed it up in his mouth, and fed it.

Tang San was originally like Zhao Wuji. Seeing the two Zhao Wujis, everyone in Shrek felt a chill.

(End of this chapter)