Chapter 144: I'm Losing Control Over That Lord's Power!
Tang San held Xiao Wu tightly, his heart nearly stopping. His right hand quickly pressed several acupuncture points around her wounds to seal her blood vessels and stop the bleeding. His other hand rested on her back, gently injecting Xuan Tian Skill soul power to expel the invading cold energy, working in tandem with her own soul power.
Shui Bing'er looked on, not feeling much guilt. She was kind-hearted, yes, but kindness had its limits. Xiao Wu and the Nether White Tiger had clearly tried to take her out in one brutal strike. She had no reason to hold back in that situation.
Tang San gently laid Xiao Wu flat on the battle stage. Her face was pale as gold paper. Though the cold energy had been driven out by Tang San's righteous Taoist inner force, many of her external wounds were deep enough to expose bone. If Tang San hadn't sealed her blood vessels, she would've bled to death.
Tang San slowly stood up. His face, hidden behind his Shrek mask, showed no emotion—but his eyes were already tinged with red.
Rip—
His shirt was shredded by soul power, fluttering away like butterfly wings. From the center of his spine, eight lumps rose quickly. Eight sinister purple spider legs burst out, gleaming under the light. These were his external soul bone—Eight Spider Lances.
With their emergence, Tang San's soul power changed. His entire aura became colder. The air temperature dropped around him, and a faint purple mist enveloped the Eight Spider Lances.
"The Thousand-Hand Asura is using that weird mutated martial soul again."
Yu Feng of the Heaven Dou team still hadn't recovered from yesterday. Tang San was terrifying. He mistook the Eight Spider Lances for a mutated martial soul, since they resembled Blue Silver Grass vines and external soul bones were too rare to suspect otherwise.
Dugu Yan glared hatefully at Tang San. She had lost to those eight limbs—and her pride in her poison had been shattered.
As Tang San unleashed the lances, Qiu Ruoshui and Shui Yue'er rushed in. Shui Yue'er, an agility-type soul master, was further away, but both reached him at the same time.
Tang San didn't even acknowledge them. His body flashed like purple lightning, leaving afterimages in his wake. Suddenly, he appeared between the two girls, wielding a massive black hammer the size of a barrel.
Clear Sky Hammer.
He held it in both hands, channeled strength from his legs to his waist, from his waist to his back, and from back to arms—a perfect full-body chain of motion. With a half-turn, he brought the hammer up from below in a sweeping arc.
As he swung, two shadows of soul power seemed to split from him. Shui Yue'er and Qiu Ruoshui's pupils shrank as blood spurted from their mouths—they were blasted off the stage.
They had no idea what hit them.
Flender and Zhao Wuji, seasoned as they were, could tell this was a special explosive force technique.
Tang Hao's pupils shrank. Others might not recognize it—but how could he not? This was the Clear Sky School's top-secret technique: the "Kill" move from the Clear Sky Nine Arts. But how did Tang San learn it?
Qian Renchuan shouted, "Careful, that's the Clear Sky Hammer! Don't clash head-on!"
He clearly remembered his father's words—nothing in the soul master world could match the Clear Sky Hammer for brute force. Directly clashing meant instant defeat.
"You!"
Seeing her sister and teammate spitting blood, Shui Bing'er's fourth soul ring lit up.
"Fourth Soul Skill—Ice and Snow Storm!"
Ice-blue light flared, and a piercing phoenix cry rang out. The stage's temperature plummeted. A five-meter-high, one-meter-radius tornado of ice crystals formed and hurtled toward Tang San, freezing the ground as it passed.
"For hurting Xiao Wu, I'll repay you a hundredfold!"
Tang San roared, spinning into a black vortex. Dark light surrounded him.
"It's the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Dance! We'll buy him time!"
Dai Mubai shouted, charging with the Nether White Tiger toward the storm. Ma Hongjun's first, second, and third rings lit up as he blocked Yu Hairou and Gu Qingbo, who were furious over their injured teammate.
Oscar consumed a flying mushroom sausage and kept tossing large sausages to Ma Hongjun to replenish his soul power. Ning Rongrong's three rings lit up to provide boosts.
Boom—
The Nether White Tiger dissipated. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing reappeared, pale and gasping. Zhu Zhuqing nearly couldn't maintain her martial soul possession. Blocking the storm for three seconds was their limit.
"Little San—it's up to you now!"
The black vortex surrounding Tang San collided with the ice storm. Winds howled across the arena.
Dou Dou screamed, "Heavens! Is this really a fight between Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors?!"
Black and icy-blue tornadoes tangled together. Amid them, Tang San's roar echoed.
The once-dominant ice storm slowly turned black from the base upward—until it was fully consumed. Shui Bing'er's attack was broken by Tang San's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Dance.
Boom! A crater exploded on the stage. A figure shot out like a cannonball—Tang San, holding the raised Clear Sky Hammer, diving toward Shui Bing'er.
His Shrek mask was gone, revealing his ordinary face—and blood-red eyes filled with killing intent. His body was covered in ice-cut wounds, making him look even more fierce.
Shrouded in dark light, the oversized Clear Sky Hammer came crashing down. Shui Bing'er felt a chilling sense of death. Her second soul ring lit up, and the Ice Ring Armor surged around her.
BOOM—
Shards of shattered ice flew. Shui Bing'er fell, leaving a clear trail of blood in the air.
"Bing'er!"
Qian Renchuan shouted, extending two Blue Silver Grass vines to catch her. Her face contorted in pain, and blood spurted from her mouth.
Sensing her condition, Qian Renchuan's aura dropped sharply.
Her ribs were fractured. Her internal organs had been displaced. The injury wasn't just life-threatening—it could leave lasting damage.
He activated his third and first soul rings. Golden light from the Blue Silver King surged into Shui Bing'er, followed by his Xuan Tian Skill inner force to purge the lingering energy.
Tang San had already put away the Clear Sky Hammer. His face was pale, but his crimson eyes were as cold as ever.
The Clear Sky Hammer's power was unmatched. Had his body been stronger, he wouldn't be limited to just 40 strikes of the hammer technique. With 81 strikes, Shui Bing'er would have been turned to dust.
Tang San slowly approached Qian Renchuan. Ye Lingling watched nervously. That calm yet terrifying demeanor etched itself into her heart.
When Tang San was only three meters away, he stopped abruptly. He sensed overwhelming killing intent.
Qian Renchuan slowly turned to face him. His blue eyes had turned blood-red. Black mist poured from his body, and his golden hair started paling.
Two-Winged Angel: I can't hold back that lord's power anymore!
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