The God King Tang San's Hasty Death, Yu Xiaogang's Move

This time, however, Lu Mingchuan did not add any special soul skills. He simply locked on and charged a single arrow.

After all, this was Tang San, not the Asura God. If he went all out with his buffs against a Tang San without the Asura God—

Then there would be no point in playing.

As the azure arrow of light vanished before him,

the suppressed sense of crisis in Tang San's heart instantly erupted within Slaughter City.

The next second, an arrow of light shot straight down at him from above.

The moment he saw its familiar form, he knew who was behind it.

"Lu Mingchuan!"

Knowing that he could not evade the other's lock-on, the hatred in his heart for Lu Mingchuan could no longer be contained, and he ground his teeth as he spoke.

Still unwilling to accept it, he began his final struggle. Yet within Slaughter City, all soul skills were unusable.

And none of his secret techniques could block it.

In the end, he could only pull out every Hidden Weapon on his person and fire them at the arrow of light. But the powerful Hidden Weapons he could produce at this stage

were as fragile as thin paper before that arrow, unable even to shake it in the slightest.

Seeing that even his final means were useless, he stared wide-eyed in despair.

Yet he still called out in his heart to the person who had saved him before. Unfortunately, this time, that person had no time to concern themselves with him.

"Ding—"

With a crisp sound, the arrow of light pierced through Tang San's brow and nailed him to the wall behind him.

"Thud—"

The arrow of light slowly dissipated, and Tang San, having lost his only support, fell to the ground as well.