After receiving confirmation from the Shrek group, Wu Ling nodded in satisfaction.
"Please remember what every one of you said today."
Then, inside his mind, Wu Ling contacted Rose, who was far away in Spirit City.
"Rose, in a little while I will send you three people's blood essence. See if you can research anything from it, such as fusion, cloning, or related applications. After that, help me run an errand to the Consecration Hall..."
To everyone outside, Wu Ling only seemed to freeze for about one second. Then he waved at Yue Guan.
Yue Guan understood what he meant and withdrew the pressure he had released.
"Wu Ling, you bas..."
The moment Ethan Drake was freed, he tried to curse. Immediately, another pressure descended. Judging from the aura of Spirit Power, this pressure came from Wu Ling himself, and it did not seem any weaker than Yue Guan's.
Wu Ling did not say a word after releasing his pressure. He simply stepped forward and kicked Ethan away with a heavy thud.
"Master Ethan Drake. Heh. I still remember the first time we met. That smug face of yours. That line you always repeated: there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters."
As Wu Ling spoke, he walked toward Ethan. Looking down into Ethan's upward, humiliated stare, Wu Ling planted his foot on Ethan's head and pressed it into the ground.
"But Ethan, after all these years, the more I learn, the more clearly I understand one fact. Your worthlessness goes far beyond what I imagined."
Everyone present held their breath and listened.
Even Yue Guan, who knew Wu Ling so well, looked at Ethan beneath Wu Ling's foot with great interest. Over the years, as Wu Ling's strength grew, his emotional fluctuations had grown rarer and rarer. Every day, he was either cultivating or on his way to cultivate.
After becoming a Spirit King, Wu Ling seemed to have laid down part of his burden, so his personality had changed slightly. But that change was so small that even Yue Guan had almost thought it was only his imagination.
Now, Wu Ling's expression still did not change much. Even so, Yue Guan could feel the pleasure in him. That kind of vivid emotion had not appeared in Wu Ling for a very long time, aside from the days when he was still weak and revealed joy over an increase in strength.
Because of that, Yue Guan became deeply curious about Ethan Drake. He wanted to know why this man disgusted Wu Ling so much.
No matter what Yue Guan was thinking, Wu Ling continued.
"Ethan Drake, son of the current leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. But your Martial Soul did not inherit the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Instead, it mutated into the independent Luo Sanpao.
"But what I saw just now was the Golden Sacred Dragon, was it not? There are no plants without roots in this world. Since your Martial Soul Fusion Skill produced the Golden Sacred Dragon, that means one of your Martial Souls carries Golden Sacred Dragon blood. I do not even need to think twice to know it is yours.
"Your Martial Soul was lucky, because it mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon into the stronger Golden Sacred Dragon. But your Martial Soul was also unlucky, because it ended up with a waste of a Spirit Master like you.
"Innate Spirit Power of half a level? No. I would guess you had zero innate Spirit Power. Only the power of the Golden Sacred Dragon gave you that tiny half level. But that also caused the mutation to fail and turn into that ridiculous form. If your talent had been just a little better, there might have been one more Super Sage in this world.
"But the important part is not innate talent. It is what comes afterward.
"Life is a miraculous thing. It always finds a way out. A Martial Soul born from life is even more so. Luo Sanpao's special manifestation is the best proof.
"If your first and second Spirit Rings had come from Soul Beasts rich in dragon blood, and if you had constantly fed it dragon-natured spiritual medicines, then through continuous bloodline purification, it might have slowly changed from a dog back into a Golden Sacred Dragon.
"But what did you do? You gave up. You complained. You fed it carrots... and I am sure there are many other things only you understand. Your own Martial Soul had not given up, but you had already abandoned it. Heh. Truly laughable."
After saying that, Wu Ling still felt unsatisfied. His gaze shifted to Tang San, who had been forced flat against the ground by his pressure.
"And ruining yourself was one thing. You even misled your students. For that, I really should thank you."
Wu Ling lifted his foot from Ethan's head and walked to Tang San. Without another word, he stepped down on him.
"Looks like you ignored my kind reminder completely. You still chose a snake-type Soul Beast for the Blue Silver Emperor's third Spirit Ring."
When the people present heard Wu Ling call Tang San's Martial Soul that, they all froze. A slip of the tongue like that could not appear from Wu Ling. That meant Tang San's Martial Soul might truly be something called the Blue Silver Emperor, not ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
"I know you may not believe me. After all, that waste taught you, did he not? And you foolishly treated wrong knowledge like a treasure, memorizing it as if it were sacred.
"I will say only one thing, and you will understand. With twin Martial Souls, the quality of the two Martial Souls must be close. Your second Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one tool Martial Soul under heaven. In that case, the quality of your first Martial Soul cannot be much worse than it."
"Twin Martial Souls!"
"Clear Sky Hammer!"
Everyone stared at Tang San beneath Wu Ling's foot, stunned by the information Wu Ling had exposed.
After the first wave passed, they hurriedly lowered their heads again. So what if he was a rare twin-Martial-Soul genius? He was still being stepped on by Wu Ling, a monster who overturned common sense.
A few people suddenly seemed to realize something.
Ghost appeared beside Wu Ling. Beneath his mask, his eyes fixed on Tang San.
"Tang... surnamed Tang. And the Clear Sky Hammer. Almost thirteen years old... You are Tang Hao's son. Die!"
Ghost suddenly erupted and charged toward Tang San.
"Ghost!"
Wu Ling's shout stopped him in place. This time, Wu Ling did not even call him elder. He called him by name.
Ghost's palm stopped less than three finger-widths from Tang San's throat. Beneath the mask, his breathing was ragged. If not for his deep obedience to Wu Ling, he might already have lost control.
"Ghost, I already beat that Clear Sky Sage until his life or death was uncertain. I have more or less avenged you for what happened back then. Now go back. Follow orders."
Hearing Wu Ling's words, everyone present felt numb. Everything that had happened today was more unbelievable than the rest of their lives combined. As for whether they believed him, most people with a brain could compare the facts after seeing Wu Ling's strength just now. Besides, Wu Ling had no reason to lie to them.
Ghost's trembling hand stopped at Tang San's throat. After taking one deep breath, he finally flickered away and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Seeing that, Wu Ling smiled in satisfaction. Part of it was because Ghost had obeyed him. The rest was because of Tang San.
When it came to tormenting Tang San, Wu Ling had not had nearly enough fun yet. How could he let Ghost enjoy it first?