Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen is Coming

Chapter 4 There are five people and three costs!

Just when he was shocked, Tang San spoke calmly, his voice carrying a maturity and caring tone that did not match his age.

“Uncle, could it be that both Ren and I have innate full soul power, and we were testing both of us at the same time, causing the crystal ball to be unable to withstand it and explode?” Tang San’s words brought Su Yuntao back to his senses a little, and he began to consider this possibility.

"By the way, is Ren injured?" Tang San continued to ask, his gaze turned to Ren, his expression was harmless, as if he really cared about Ren.

Tang San's question made Su Yuntao realize the seriousness of the problem. He quickly looked at Ren, but found that Ren still had no expression on his face, and his blood-red eyes were as calm as water, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter to him.

Blade responded to this with indifference, just wearing the skin of a six-year-old child.

At this moment, Su Yuntao saw that Jian did not seem to be injured by the explosion of the crystal ball. With Tang San's reasonable explanation, he could not help but hold his cheek and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he nodded, as if accepting this statement.

"Your situation is very special." Su Yuntao's voice contained a hint of disbelief, and also revealed his helplessness towards this strange phenomenon.

"A genius with innate full soul power is rarely seen in a century, and there are two of them at once! What a pity, what a pity." His tone was full of regret, as if he had seen the tragedy of two geniuses being buried.

"A broken sword that is in pieces, and a blue silver grass." Su Yuntao's tone was filled with disdain. He shook his head, as if he was not optimistic about the two's martial spirits.

"Even if your martial soul is just a complete farm tool, it is still much stronger than your useless soul." His words revealed his concern about the future path of the two, believing that their martial souls could not give them the power they deserved.

"Then, I can do it too." Su Yuntao stopped talking before he finished. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about what their future would be like if their martial spirits were different.

"Ah," Su Yuntao sighed, and that sigh was like the north wind in winter, carrying endless chill and regret. He shook his head, put his hands behind his back, brushed past them with a look of regret, and slowly walked out the door.

His back gradually disappeared outside the door, leaving Tang San and Ren in silence in the room. There was an indescribable smell in the air.

Seeing that the figure of the Blind Douluo Su Yuntao had just disappeared in the house, Ren stopped pretending and took off his cold mask. Suddenly, a chuckle came out of his throat. The laughter was full of teasing and relief, echoing in the empty room.

Then, he turned his wrist and the shattered sword appeared in his hand.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, and the sword tip flashed a bloody cold light in the air, pointing directly at Tang San's head.

The tip of the sword flashed with a cold light, as if it would fall at any time and deal a fatal blow to Tang San.

When Tang San saw this scene, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. His eyes widened and his body instinctively took a half step back. He instantly entered a state of high alert.

In his mind, he quickly recalled the key points of the Xuantian Kung Fu and the secret of the Purple Demon Pupil, and prepared all his trump cards to deal with anything that might happen.

"Ren! What are you going to do?" Tang San asked in a low voice, with a hint of tension and vigilance in his voice!

A mocking arc appeared at the corner of Ren's mouth, and his bloodshot eyes were like sharp arrows, staring at Tang San's purple magic pupils, as if he could see through the purple mist and directly into Tang San's heart.

That look was like an icy blade, causing Tang San to instantly feel a chill running down his spine, with cold sweat sliding down his forehead uncontrollably.

Tang San's heartbeat quickened, and he felt unprecedented pressure! !

[Ding! The protagonist is so scared that he is sweating profusely. The role-playing progress is increased by 0.1%]

[Current role-playing progress: 5.51%]

Soon after this voice sounded in his mind, Blade's low and murderous voice slowly came.

"There are five people and the price is three." Blade's voice seemed to be telling some mysterious prophecy.

"Tang San." Ren's voice became even colder, and every word seemed to be rubbed out on a cold stone slab.

"You are one of them!" This sentence was like a verdict, making Tang San's heart sink suddenly.

Tang San gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with confusion and anger, he didn't understand what this madman like Ren wanted to do, he clearly didn't provoke him. He didn't believe that Ren could read his mind and see through his thoughts.

"What do you mean? What's the price? Why should I be one of them?!" Tang San asked seriously, his voice firm and powerful, trying to get an answer from Ren's mouth.

Ren just sneered, and that laugh was full of ridicule and disdain. "Hehe~ You don't need to know."

"In a week, come to the open space in the north of the village and fight me with your so-called full soul power." There was an order in Ren's voice that could not be refused.

"Let me show you the gap between us." As soon as Ren finished speaking, he put away the broken sword. With a flash of sword light, the broken sword disappeared in his hand. Ren's mouth curled up into a sneer again, and his blood-red eyes looked at Tang San with a playful look for the last time, then he turned around and left without hesitation, leaving behind a cold back.

Tang San was stunned in place, with a look of confusion and fear. Just at that moment, he had almost revealed all his trump cards in front of Ren, but even so, he still felt the pressure like a landslide and tsunami.

The power of the blade was beyond his imagination, and he began to realize that he was facing an extremely difficult challenge.

He is not like me, with innate full soul power level 10! !

He must be taller than me!! And he seems to be very hostile to me!
At this moment, the sound of the blade was still echoing in Tang San's mind. The voice was low and full of murderous intent, as if it came from the abyss, making people shudder.

Tang San's face turned as gloomy as water in an instant, his purple-gold demon pupils flashed wildly in his eyes, like lightning across the night sky. Although his surface had returned to calm, the waves in his heart were like the sea in a storm, surging and difficult to calm.

"He's really a lunatic!" Tang San thought in his heart, his brows knitted tightly, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "If you can keep this person, don't keep him. If not, stay away from him!"

His thoughts were racing, as if he was looking for clues to solve the problem.

"Haha, but then again, I have two martial spirits. Although the potential of Blue Silver Grass is unknown, at least I still have a hammer. With the help of Tang Sect's hidden weapons, if I can do it in an open space with no one around, killing him might not be a difficult task."

A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind, considering the worst-case scenario.

"Ren, you are courting death, you can't blame me!"

His voice sounded low in his heart, like a volcano about to erupt, containing enormous energy.

He stared at Ren's cold back, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He is wary of Blade's unknown strength, but is also determined in his own plan.

In his mind, he had already begun to think about how to use his advantages in the next battle and how to give Blade a fatal blow when he was least expecting it.

Tang San clenched his fists tightly. He could feel his heartbeat quickening and his blood boiling.

He knew that the coming battle would be the greatest test of his wisdom and strength.

He must be prepared, because in this dangerous world, only the strong can survive.

[Ding! The protagonist has murderous intentions towards the host! Role-playing progress increases by 0.5%! ]

[Current role-playing progress: 6.01%]

Ren walked with his chest folded, his eyes slightly narrowed, his mood became better, and the pain in his body also subsided a lot.

In my heart: "Finally I got fooled."

"Haha~ It's better to have the intention to kill, otherwise the other side is so far away, and it will be painful if you can't reach it."

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for advancing 1% of the role-playing progress, winning a lucky draw once, and being given a ten-year soul ring! ]

[Ding! Do you want to wear the ten-year spirit ring now? ]

However, soon, the system's voice sounded in Ren's mind again.

It was a reward. For a moment he was confused. It turned out that if the progress increased by 1%, he could get more draws and soul rings as rewards?
But this is too little, just ten years?
Ren shook his head, then remembered that the number of spirit rings could increase as his role-playing level increased. He just didn't know how much the current 6.01% could add to his spirit rings in the next ten years.

Soon, Ren became somewhat excited and decided to wear it in his mind.

Suddenly, the system showed that the ten-year soul ring was successfully worn!

[Ding! The ten-year soul ring is being upgraded! ]

[Current role-playing progress: 6.01%, the soul ring has been upgraded to 60100 years, and has been successfully upgraded to a -year soul ring! ]

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(End of this chapter)