Tang Sui’s eyes were fixed on her nose, and her nose on her heart, remaining motionless, feigning ignorance as if nothing had happened, which made Tang San beside her feel an urge to cover his forehead.
However, they heard Elder Zhi Lin, seated at the head, chuckle.
The chuckle was somewhat chilling, causing Meng Shen Ji and Bai Bao Shan to turn their heads in surprise at their usually reserved brother.
The next second, the soul power pressure on the siblings suddenly intensified.
"Zhi Lin ah," Meng Shen Ji started, hesitating, for these two children before them were truly rare talents!
Zhi Lin glanced at his elder brother. Their calm gazes met, and Meng Shen Ji immediately sighed lightly.
Fine, as long as Zhi Lin knew what he was doing, it was fine.
Thus, Zhi Lin's pressure on the siblings grew. What began as a desire to make the little girl suffer a bit, to see if she would dare to do it again, gradually turned into astonishment amidst the continuously released immense pressure.
Were these truly just two children around thirteen years old before him?
And Tang Sui.
Zhi Lin couldn't help but look at Tang Sui, who, beside Tang San, had not even had her martial soul forced out and was still looking at him with a seemingly innocent and relaxed expression.
It was unbelievable that Tang Sui was born with congenital deficiencies.
With congenital deficiencies, shouldn't she be physically weak? How could she withstand such immense pressure?
Zhi Lin didn't doubt Bai Bao Shan's judgment; after all, it was something even Shrek Academy knew and affirmed. And the girl's complexion did indeed look much worse than that of a normal person.
If it wasn't poisoning, it must be caused by the second type of physical weakness.
Seeing the two children whose martial souls hadn't even been forced out, Zhi Lin couldn't help but want to see where their limits lay.
Meng Shen Ji and Bai Bao Shan, who had initially worried that Zhi Lin might harm the two children, now wore expressions of deep surprise as they watched the motionless siblings.
As long-time partners, they naturally knew how much soul power Zhi Lin had unleashed.
But... not even one child's martial soul had been forced out?
Let alone the fact that the child named Tang San was five levels higher than his sister Tang Sui, but the other one, Tang Sui, who had congenital deficiencies and should have been too weak to withstand this intensity of pressure, had also endured it. The pressure he applied later was of the same intensity as he did to her brother Tang San.
This...
Meng Shen Ji and Bai Bao Shan exchanged glances.
Then, Zhi Lin's aura beside them changed.
From restrained, it became distinct. Powerful soul force inflated his long black robe, and the pressure released onto the siblings gradually increased. The fluctuations of soul power in the air became more violent. Zhao Wu Ji and the others, who had been relatively relaxed at first, gradually grew solemn.
Thirty-five...
Thirty-eight...
Thirty-nine... Forty...
By the time it reached level forty, Tang Sui still felt nothing, but Tang San's face finally showed hints of pain.
Tang Sui blinked, watching Tang San raise his right hand, blue light flashing. Blue Silver Grass bloomed like brilliant flowers from his palm, then shot up like fireworks. To Zhi Lin's suddenly widened eyes, Tang Sui easily moved two steps to the side. Sudan Novel Network.
Moved... two steps...
At this moment, not only Zhi Lin but everyone's hearts trembled slightly with Tang Sui's movement. Zhao Wu Ji wore an expression of disbelief.
The Grandmaster couldn't help but show a look of surprise.
Because the current pressure had reached the level of a level forty Soul Ancestor.
Although it was only two levels difference, the chasm between a Soul Elder and a Soul Ancestor was immense.
Even Tang San, unable to move under this pressure, finally had his martial soul forced out, but Tang Sui, as if she were fine, not only didn't unleash her martial soul but moved two steps to the side as if nothing had happened.
My heavens.
Flander's initial annoyance vanished completely, replaced by a gasp.
Meanwhile, the Blue Silver Grass had formed a massive cage of wood and grass, enveloping Tang San's body.
Blue and purple light surged and swayed, invisibly dissipating the pressure Zhi Lin brought to bear on him.
This was a martial skill Tang San had favored most in his past life – "Four Ounces Deflect a Thousand Pounds," a technique from the Tang Sect.
He rotated his neck, producing a grating "crack" of bones.
Tang San sighed, and his peripheral vision caught his sister looking at him curiously from outside the Blue Silver Grass cage. He gave a wry smile.
He hadn't expected Sui Sui to not even have her martial soul forced out. This was truly...
Outside, the expressions of the three Soul Douluos gradually shifted from surprise to delight. Zhi Lin, even more cautiously, controlled his pressure, continuing to apply it to the siblings.
Level forty-three...
Tang San felt his body could no longer move; even his fingers were difficult to curl.
Tang Sui's big, blue eyes remained open, innocently staring at the Elder Zhi Lin, whose eyebrows were twitching. Her martial soul had not been forced out.
Level forty-five...
The Eight Spider Lances behind Tang San tore through his clothes, and under this immense pressure, they finally fused with him completely, unable to be stripped away.
On Tang Sui's delicate little face, a faint solemnity finally appeared.
Because the ape-faced spirit had just told her bitterly that it and the fox-faced spirit, while converting soul pressure and secretly consuming some energy, had... eaten too much...
Hmmmm...
Tang Sui also felt it was about time to stop them from secretly consuming energy and start channeling her demonic power to resist the pressure herself.
—Author's Notes—
Sui Sui: The cannon fodder is about to show off!
There's still one more chapter. I'm afraid I'll be cutting it close again.