Tang San Defeats a Spirit Saint

After the brief pause just now, half of the incense on the ground had already burned. Zhao Wuji paid it no mind. Even if only a tiny bit remained, he was confident he could defeat Tang San immediately.

"Young man, are you ready?" Zhao Wuji asked.

With the amplified strength and speed from Ning Rongrong, Tang San felt better than ever. His ten fingers began to tremble rapidly, swiftly adjusting his own state.

Activating the Mysterious Heaven Skill at full power, his Purple Demon Eyes rotating, both eyes completely turned purple.

Although the aura emanating from Tang San wasn't particularly strong, it made Zhao Wuji somewhat uneasy. He actually sensed a trace of danger from Tang San.

How was this possible? He was already a Spirit Saint, while Tang San was just a Spirit Grandmaster. How could he sense danger from him?

Although shocked, Zhao Wuji never doubted his instincts.

Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes shimmering with purple light, his demeanor instantly transformed.

At this moment, if one word could describe him, it would be fearless. Even if facing a Spirit Saint over forty levels higher, he showed no trace of fear.

"Be careful, Teacher Zhao," Tang San reminded. His palm brushed against his waist, and with a forceful shake, ten faint glimmers flashed through the air and vanished.

Such incredible speed! Zhao Wuji was astonished, his Martial Soul was instantly released.

Originally less than one meter seventy in height, with his Martial Soul manifestation, his body quickly swelled, instantly becoming a giant over two meters fifty tall, exaggerating his already prominent muscles.

The ten Hidden Weapons Tang San shot were aimed at Zhao Wuji's ten vital points, but when they struck Zhao Wuji's Motionless Bright King Body, they were all deflected, causing no harm.

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, "Fancy tricks, but not enough."

Tang San remained extremely calm, his hands constantly passing over his waist, then flicking forward. Countless kinds of Hidden Weapons were continuously launched.

Willow Leaf Blades, Flying Locust Stones, Bone Piercing Needle, Silver Coins turned into darts... Tang San's stock of Hidden Weapons was rapidly depleting.

Zhao Wuji could no longer laugh. Tang San's Hidden Weapons attacked from such tricky angles, their quantity was immense, and their released power was not small.

Zhao Wuji knew that if he hadn't activated his Motionless Bright King Body, his body would have already been hit by these densely-packed and peculiar Hidden Weapons.

He looked at the incense, there wasn't much left.

"Well, little guy, I've underestimated you. It's time to end this," Zhao Wuji shouted, his fourth Soul Ring lit up.

His Soul Skill was called Position Trace. After activation, his fourth Spirit Ring directly separated from his body, flying to Tang San and restraining him.

Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, heading toward Tang San.

Tang San, shocked, found that no matter which direction he dodged, Zhao Wuji's body in mid-air would move along with his evasion.

Tang San's eyes flickered with cold light, he stopped his steps, and when Zhao Wuji was about to land in front of him, over a dozen thick Blue Silver Grass strands shot up from the ground, tightly binding Zhao Wuji and pulling him down.

At the same time, his hands raised, and six crossbow bolts shot out from his sleeves, carrying a sharp and intense whistling sound.

"The show's about to begin," Ao Tian said with a smile.

Xiao Wu stared at the battlefield, excited and eager. Zhu Zhuqing was a bit puzzled, not understanding what Ao Tian meant by "the show".

When these six crossbow bolts were within three meters of Zhao Wuji, his face changed, because his Motionless Bright King Body had been broken.

The six arrows shot towards vital points on his body. Pu pu pu... the arrows pierced into Zhao Wuji's body, leaving only a small section exposed.

Seeing this, Tang San was pleasantly surprised. Just as he hesitated whether to continue the attack, Zhao Wuji roared angrily, shattering all the Blue Silver Grass entwining him.

A powerful aura erupted from Zhao Wuji's body as he angrily shouted, "You brat, do you think I'm a sick cat if I don't show my strength?"

His second spirit ring lit up, and the Vigorous Vajra Palm spirit ability was activated. His palm instantly grew as large as a fan and he slapped it towards Tang San.

Tang San's face changed drastically, and as he quickly retreated, more than a dozen faint golden lights shot out from his fingertips, aiming for non-vital areas of Zhao Wuji's body.

If Zhao Wuji hadn't seen those faint golden lights, he wouldn't have noticed these tiny hidden weapons as thin as a hair.

Over a dozen Dragon Whisker Needles penetrated into Zhao Wuji's body, burrowing deep inside and immediately contracting into a cluster, pulling and tearing at his muscles and tendons. The pain was unbearable for any ordinary person.

Zhao Wuji let out a miserable scream, even more enraged, as the Gravity Increase and Gravity Crush spirit abilities were applied to Tang San.

Tang San felt a terrifying pressure crushing his body, making it impossible for him to move. Even his internal organs suffered from the horrifying compression, resulting in injuries.

The intense pain made Zhao Wuji feel as if his heart was being torn apart. Some of the clustered Dragon Whisker Needles had already pierced into his internal organs.

In his anger, he had lost some rationality.

In the situation where Tang San couldn't move, his second spirit ability, the Vigorous Vajra Palm, continued to strike at Tang San.

Tang San remained calm, his chest muscles trembled slightly, and sixty-four poisonous steel needles shot out from his chest, all penetrating into Zhao Wuji's body.

This was his hidden weapon, Powder Shooting Shadow.

The steel needles were coated with the venom of the Mandala Snake, which acted quickly. Zhao Wuji felt his strength declining.

His rage grew even stronger. At this point, if he stopped, he would lose.

Being wounded by so many strange weapons from Tang San, he couldn't swallow this anger. He had to teach Tang San a lesson and suppress his arrogance.

As the giant palm was about to smack Tang San, his head lowered slightly and his back muscles trembled painfully. A larger and more powerful crossbow arrow shot out from behind him.

Swoosh! The arrow pierced through Zhao Wuji's body, flying out from the back, bringing with it a spray of blood.

"You little brat!" Zhao Wuji roared as he violently slapped Tang San.

But when he struck Tang San, he had already cancelled the Gravity Crush that had been applied to him. Otherwise, Tang San would have been crushed in place and, combined with the slap, his body would have been smashed to pieces.

Tang San's body shot out like a cannonball. While in mid-air, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, then crashed into a wooden house, leaving a hole behind.

Tang San lay on the ground inside the wooden house, a smile on his face. He had succeeded. When he was just knocked away, he saw that the incense stick had burned through.

He had actually endured a stick of incense against a Spirit Saint.

However, the severe pain from all over his body made it difficult for him to bear. When he used his internal sight to examine his physical condition, he was instantly shocked.

His internal organs had suffered severe injuries, causing heavy bleeding.

Looking outside, he saw Zhao Wuji coughing up black blood before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"I actually...defeated a Spirit Saint?" Tang San's heart was filled with shock, but soon intense dizziness came over him, and everything turned black as he completely lost consciousness.