At the same time, he sent a message to Xiao Yan and Lin Dong in the group chat:
[Tang San]: Enough acting. I've already seen through your intentions. I can forgive your previous foolishness, but from today onward.....whether in this group or anywhere else—whenever you see me, Tang San, lower your heads. Otherwise, you will face the wrath of the God King.]
[Xiao Yan]: As long as Brother Tang is willing to help us in the future, then whatever you say in the group will be law. I won't say another word.]
[Lin Dong]: Same here…]
Xiao Yan and Lin Dong replied quickly in the group chat.
"Hmph… two clowns daring to call me 'brother.' They really don't know their place."
Seeing how submissive the two of them had become, Tang San couldn't help recalling how they had insulted and disrespected him earlier in the group.
His mood instantly improved.
It was like something that had been blocked inside him for years had finally been released.....an indescribable sense of pleasure washed over him.
The next moment, his gaze unconsciously shifted to the name Zhu Chen in the group list.
A smug smile slowly crept onto Tang San's face.
"Zhu Chen… do you really think you can restrain me just by putting me on some blacklist?"
"What use is being the group owner? In the end, everything depends on strength."
"Look at Xiao Yan and Lin Dong. They were so hostile before, yet now they're completely cowed by me."
"And Han Li as well. Core Formation cultivators may be strong in their cultivation world, but I'm already a level forty-five Soul Master. If I face him again, I might not even lose!"
After returning from the Mortal Cultivation World, Tang San had been deeply shaken by the terrifying power of Core Formation cultivators.
For the first time, he truly understood what 'there are heavens beyond heavens, and people stronger than oneself' meant.
But pressure breeds motivation.
For the next half month, Tang San cultivated day and night without rest, pushing himself to the limit.
Finally, before the All-Continental Soul Master Elite Tournament began, he successfully broke through to level forty—officially becoming a true Soul Master powerhouse.
With this breakthrough, combined with forcibly absorbing a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, his shattered confidence gradually returned.
To grow even stronger—
On the eve of the Soul Master Competition, Tang San publicly rejected Grandmaster's proposal to have him act as a substitute.
In front of everyone, he told Tyrone to go home and feed the birds, declaring that he would personally start from the very first match.
No matter how Grandmaster and Flander tried to persuade him, he refused to listen.
Once the competition began, Tang San immersed himself in battle after battle, tempering his strength through real combat and constantly surpassing his limits.
By the time they arrived in Wuhun City for the finals, he had shockingly broken through to level forty-five.
His cultivation speed left Dai Mubai and Oscar far behind.
Even his so-called master, Yu Xiaogang, was left completely stunned.
Naturally, the spirit liquid Han Li had given him played a decisive role in this rapid progress.
Even Han Li himself likely never imagined that liquid he had diluted countless times—something he had casually tossed into a corner of his storage bag—would elevate Tang San's cultivation to such an extent.
But human nature cannot withstand excessive praise.
Because Tang San's performance in the Soul Master Competition was dazzling, he became the most promising dark horse on the entire continent, his reputation rivaling the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
Wherever he went, all eyes were on him.
Admiration followed him everywhere.
And as his fame grew, so did his arrogance.
Unknowingly, Tang San began to feel the urge to establish authority within the chat group.
Yes—he felt confident again.
Even if he were to face those Core Formation cultivators from the cultivation world now, he believed he could defeat them with certainty.
As for Xiao Yan and Lin Dong, he never considered them a threat.
The only person in the group he felt any caution toward was Wang Lin, the Nascent Soul cultivator.
But it was merely caution—not fear.
From Han Li's words, Tang San had already learned the cultivation hierarchy of that world.
Above Core Formation came Nascent Soul.
And beyond Nascent Soul… still Nascent Soul.
He was already confident in defeating Core Formation cultivators.
Once he advanced two more major realms and stepped into the Soul Emperor stage, crushing a Nascent Soul cultivator would be effortless.
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