As a fellow Soul Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang realized that the gap between him and Shen An was too vast, so vast that he couldn't even see Shen An's moves clearly.
Yu Xiaogang rubbed his stiff face in frustration, then turned and left. There was no point in watching; it was meaningless and incomprehensible.
However, it wasn't a complete loss. At least Yu Xiaogang managed to discern one thing.
That was, Shen An's martial soul quality was extremely high, so high that even the so-called number one tool martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, might not be able to surpass it.
Even from the stands, Yu Xiaogang could feel the sharp aura of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass. That green sword energy was definitely not a soul skill, yet it could so easily tear apart the Thorny Blood Vine, known for its toughness, which was enough to demonstrate its power.
Yu Xiaogang somewhat regretted his statement yesterday that he could make Tang San defeat Shen An in three months. In the short term, Tang San had absolutely no chance of winning.
Yu Xiaogang decided to go back and work on Tang San's mindset, telling the young man not to focus solely on the present but to look towards the future.
As for his disciple's potential, Yu Xiaogang had no doubts. A twin martial soul was a unique gift.
Once Tang San reached the Title Douluo level in the future, he could attach all ten-thousand-year soul rings to his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.
Was Shen An's second soul ring being a thousand-year one impressive? In the face of the Clear Sky Hammer with all ten-thousand-year soul rings, Shen An was nothing more than a younger brother. Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang left with light steps.
The audience below was wildly cheering for Shen An, and Tom was among them, holding up a sign with Shen An's name on it, flashing and particularly eye-catching.
Shen An's initial display of power poured cold water on all the new challengers. This... was impossible to fight against.
As time passed, no challengers stepped onto the stage, and boos came from the audience seats.
This made the soul masters in the resting room blush. Experts could tell with one move. Control-type soul masters were said to be invincible at the same level, yet they couldn't even block a single sword strike from Shen An. How could they dare to step onto the stage and make fools of themselves?
Shen An patiently sat on the stage for another half an hour, but still, no one came up. Finally, under the announcement of the host, Dou Dou, today's soul fight ended.
Neither Zhu Zhuqing nor Ning Rongrong came this time, so after greeting Pang Tao, Shen An prepared to leave with Tom.
Tom ran up to Shen An, pointing at his own eyes with his paw, then at Shen An, while making a sinister expression on his face.
Familiar with Tom's antics, Shen An frowned and asked, "Are you saying someone has been watching me in the arena, with ill intentions towards me?"
Tom nodded. When the Cat Emperor got serious, his observational skills were extraordinary, except when it came to catching Jerry, where he was as blind as a bat.
However, Shen An wasn't too concerned. With the Superman suit and the potions he had drawn, he was quite confident in his ability to protect himself.
But Shen An hadn't drawn any prizes for seven or eight days. To save up enough fame points to exchange for a soul ring, he didn't dare to waste a single point.
His fame points had now reached a high of 450,000. With just 50,000 more, he could advance to a three-ringed Soul Elder, after which he could focus on saving up fame points to summon a mysterious character.
At the current rate, it would take two or three more days to gather 50,000 fame points. There was no helping it; most people in Soto City already knew about him, and the benefits from the Great Soul Arena were gradually diminishing.
The moment Shen An stepped out of the Great Soul Arena, a group of soldiers in black armor blocked his path.
Shen An narrowed his eyes. These were regular troops, and judging by their attire, they were from the Spirit Hall.
Shen An was no stranger to the Spirit Hall, such a famous organization. Initially, he had even considered going to the Spirit Hall to collect gold soul coins.
But after some thought, Shen An dismissed the idea. Registering at the Spirit Hall to collect gold soul coins was unnecessary since he wasn't short on money.
Most importantly, Shen An currently preferred to keep a respectful distance from such a powerful organization. It was better to develop quietly and not stir up trouble.
A soldier coldly said, "Our master wishes to see you. This way, please."
Shen An chuckled lightly. Although the soldier used the word "please," his tone was far from polite. It seemed someone had their eyes on him, and Shen An had a vague guess.
Shen An, holding the somewhat frightened Tom, followed the soldiers. Since they had invited him, there was no harm in seeing what they wanted.
Tom had already curled up into a ball in Shen An's arms. The soldiers looked fierce, and Tom instinctively felt scared.
Shen An helplessly rubbed his forehead. You could fight evenly with the Sword Douluo, yet you're scared of a few fierce-looking soldiers.
The soldiers' synchronized footsteps were particularly clear on the street, and soon they led Shen An to a dark, deep alley.
Shen An watched with interest as a middle-aged man with half-white hair walked out of the alley.
The man waved his hand, and the soldiers on either side retreated, leaving him staring deeply at Shen An, with undisguised hatred in his eyes.
"So you're Shen An, the genius with a thousand-year second soul ring, the new king of Soto Soul Arena, and also the murderer of my nephew."
When Ma Shan mentioned the word "murderer," a wave of gritted-teeth hatred hit Shen An full force.
Shen An shrugged nonchalantly, "Ma Yan? He colluded with bandits and deserved to die. So, you're here tonight to kill me? But these people aren't enough to keep me here."
Shen An's eyes gleamed dangerously as he looked at Ma Shan.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Ma Shan laughed maniacally, "No, no, no. How could I, an old and weak Soul Elder, be so presumptuous as to kill a genius like you? I'm here on behalf of the Spirit Hall to recruit you."
Shen An frowned. What was this guy up to? No, judging by his tone earlier, reconciliation was impossible.
Sure enough, Ma Shan continued.
"I'm just an old and feeble Soul Elder. How could I possibly kill a genius like you?"
"I sincerely invite you to join the Spirit Hall. Unfortunately, geniuses have their pride. Not only did you refuse to join, but you also injured a white-clothed deacon, offending the dignity of the Spirit Hall."
Ma Shan continued to speak on his own, and Shen An instinctively felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, the next moment, Ma Shan took out a dagger from his sleeve and slashed his own arm.
This startled Tom so much that he jumped out of Shen An's arms and hid behind him.
Blood immediately stained Ma Shan's white clothes, but he seemed to feel no pain as he laughed maniacally.
"Shen An, I have no children. Ma Yan was my only hope. Since you killed him, be prepared to die."
"Not just you, but also the two girls in your teahouse, and even this cat, be prepared to be hunted by the Spirit Hall."
Ma Shan continued to laugh insanely.
Shen An's face remained expressionless until he heard Ma Shan mention harming the two girls and Tom. A flash of intense ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.
Ma Shan laughed with great satisfaction. The black pot had already been placed on Shen An's head. Whether the Spirit Hall would believe him, a white-clothed deacon, or Shen An, was self-evident.
"Bang!"
Shen An kicked Ma Shan straight, sending him flying with tremendous force, causing a heavy impact sound.
Ma Shan felt as if his entire skeleton had been shattered. He looked at Shen An in disbelief.
At this moment, Shen An not only didn't kneel and beg for mercy but also attacked him!