After that brief pause, the incense on the ground had already burned halfway. Zhao Wuji didn't seem to mind at all. Even if only a little remained, he was confident he could defeat Tang San immediately.
"Little guy, are you ready?" Zhao Wuji asked.
With Ning Rongrong's power and speed enhancements, Tang San felt better than ever. His fingers began to tremble rapidly as he quickly adjusted his state.
He fully activated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, and his Purple Demon Eyes began to swirl, both eyes turning completely purple.
The aura radiating from Tang San wasn't particularly strong, but it made Zhao Wuji uneasy. He actually felt a hint of danger emanating from Tang San.
How could this be? He was already a Soul Saint, while Tang San was only a Soul Grand Master. How could he feel threatened?
Although shocked, Zhao Wuji never doubted his intuition.
Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with purple light, and his temperament instantly changed.
At this moment, one word could describe him: indomitable. Even facing a Soul Saint more than forty levels higher than him, he showed no fear.
"Teacher Zhao, be careful." Tang San reminded, his hand sweeping across his belt. With a forceful flick, ten tiny streaks of cold light flashed through the air.
So fast! Zhao Wuji was startled. He released his Martial Soul in an instant.
Originally, he was less than 1.7 meters tall, but after his Martial Soul attached to him, his body rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, he became a giant over 2.5 meters tall, his already prominent muscles becoming even more exaggerated.
Tang San had launched ten Bone Piercing Needles, and combined with the internal power of his Mysterious Heaven Skill and his amplified physical strength, the power was already terrifying.
The ear-splitting sound of the needles piercing the air forced Zhao Wuji to be on high alert.
He roared, directly activating his strongest defensive soul skill, Immovable King Body. Intense golden light burst from his body, capable of repelling attacks within three meters.
Tang San aimed the ten Bone Piercing Needles at Zhao Wuji's ten vital points. When they struck Zhao Wuji's Immovable King Body, they were all deflected, failing to cause any damage.
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, "Showy stuff, not enough to watch, eh?"
Tang San's expression was extremely calm. His hands constantly swept across his waist, and then he flicked them forward, launching various hidden weapons continuously.
Willow Leaf Knives, Locust Stones, Bone Piercing Needles, Money Darts... Tang San's hidden weapon inventory was being rapidly depleted.
Zhao Wuji could no longer laugh. Tang San's hidden weapon attacks were simply too tricky in their angles, and there were so many of them, with considerable power behind each launch.
Zhao Wuji knew that if he hadn't activated his Immovable King Body, his body would have been struck by these dense, bizarre hidden weapons long ago.
He was already extremely shocked. The combat strength this young man displayed was simply not something a Soul Grand Master should possess.
Zhao Wuji was certain that even a Soul Elder or even a Soul Ancestor would have to admit defeat under such a dense and powerful barrage.
He glanced at the incense, which was running low.
"Not bad, kid, I underestimated you. Time to end this," Zhao Wuji shouted, his fourth spirit ring lighting up.
His spirit ability was called "Positioning Tracker." After activating it, his fourth spirit ring detached from his body and flew towards Tang San, ensnaring him.
Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, jumping towards Tang San.
Tang San was shocked to discover that no matter which direction he dodged, Zhao Wuji's body in mid-air would move to follow him.
Cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He stopped moving. Just as Zhao Wuji was about to land in front of him, a dozen thick Blue Silver Grass vines shot up from the ground, tightly binding Zhao Wuji and pulling him downwards.
At the same time, he raised his hands, and six crossbow arrows shot out from his sleeves, accompanied by a sharp, piercing whistle.
"The show's about to begin," Ao Tian said with a smile.
Xiao Wu stared at the battlefield, excited and expectant. Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, was puzzled, not understanding what Ao Tian's "good show" was.
When the six crossbow bolts were within three meters of Zhao Wuji, his expression changed because his Immovable King Body had been broken.
The six arrows shot towards vital points on his body. Puff, puff, puff... The arrows pierced into Zhao Wuji's body, leaving only a small portion outside.
Tang San was immediately surprised. Just as he hesitated whether to stop the attack, Zhao Wuji roared, and the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him shattered.
A powerful aura erupted from Zhao Wuji. He roared, "You little brat, you think I'm a sick cat just because I haven't shown my strength?"
His second soul ring lit up, and the Great Strength Diamond Palm soul skill activated. His palm instantly became as large as a cattail leaf fan, and he swatted towards Tang San.
Tang San's expression changed drastically. While retreating rapidly, a dozen faint golden lights shot out from his fingernails, attacking non-vital points on Zhao Wuji's body.
If Zhao Wuji hadn't seen that faint golden light, he wouldn't have noticed these hidden weapons, as thin as hairs.
A dozen Dragon Whisker Needles pierced into Zhao Wuji's body, going deep within. They immediately contracted into a ball, pulling at the muscles and fascia inside. That kind of pain was something that a person couldn't easily endure.
Zhao Wuji let out a miserable cry, becoming even more enraged. He activated his Gravity Enhancement and Gravity Compression soul skills on Tang San.
Tang San felt a terrifying pressure squeezing his body, rendering him completely immobile. Even his internal organs were suffering from the immense force, beginning to sustain injuries.
Zhao Wuji was in excruciating pain; some of the dozen or so rolled-up Dragon Whisker Needles had already pierced his internal organs.
Consumed by fury, he had lost some of his reason.
With Tang San unable to move, his second soul skill, Great Strength Diamond Palm, still slammed towards him.
Tang San remained composed, his chest muscles twitching. Sixty-four steel needles, laced with a potent poison, shot out from his chest, all sinking into Zhao Wuji's body.
This was his hidden weapon, Hidden Sand Shadow.
The steel needles carried the Mandala Snake's poison, which acted quickly. Zhao Wuji immediately noticed his strength diminishing.
His anger intensified. It had come to this point; if he stopped now, he would lose.
Having been injured by Tang San's many strange weapons, he simply couldn't swallow his pride if he retreated. He had to teach Tang San a lesson and crush his arrogant spirit.
Just as his large, fan-like hand was about to strike Tang San, Tang San lowered his head slightly, his back muscles trembling with effort. A powerful, large crossbow bolt shot out from behind him.
Pft! The bolt pierced Zhao Wuji's body, flying out from the other side and spraying a large cloud of blood.
"You brat!" Zhao Wuji roared, his large hand slamming down on Tang San.
As he struck Tang San, he had already canceled the Gravity Compression he had applied. Otherwise, Tang San would have been crushed in place, and combined with the blow, his body would have been turned into pulp.
Tang San's body shot out like a cannonball. While still in mid-air, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, then smashed through a wooden hut, creating a hole.
Tang San lay on the ground inside the hut, a smile on his face. He had succeeded. As he was sent flying, he had seen that the incense stick had burned to its end.
He actually managed to hold out against a Soul Saint for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.
However, the intense pain radiating from every part of his body was almost unbearable. When he looked inward to check his condition, he was immediately shocked.
His internal organs had suffered severe damage and were starting to hemorrhage.
He looked outward and saw Zhao Wuji vomiting large amounts of black blood before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
I actually… defeated a Soul Saint? Tang San was stunned. Then, a wave of intense dizziness washed over him, and his vision went black as he completely lost consciousness.
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