Roar!
The enormous fluctuation of soul power blew away the dust, revealing Tang San's somewhat ragged figure from the big pit. His dark red long hair behind his head was severed, and the clothing on the upper half of his body was shattered, exposing a chest with blood-colored patterns.
Even stranger, on his chest, there was a yellow vertical pupil, whose slit was black, with scarlet energy flowing within it.
Deep, terrifying.
"Very good, to think you could injure me, Ming Lun truly has some skills. A Soul Douluo and a Soul Saint can even pose a slight threat of death to me." Tang San chuckled coldly, the solitary eye on his chest seemed alive, staring at Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, as if wanting to suck their souls out.
"Guard your minds!"
A figure similar to Xiao Wu appeared from the void, the surging soul power shielding Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. The overwhelming pressure from nine red, hundred-thousand-year soul rings forced Tang San to retreat.
