Tang San Was No Different from a Eunuch Now; He Could Be Considered to Have Completed His Apprenticeship

The moment she finished speaking, Tang San instinctively turned to evade.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated as Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track activated.

He easily dodged Meng Yiran's attack.

Then, he pulled out the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow he had prepared long ago.

Crack, crack, crack! A series of mechanical snaps rang out from his right hand.

Several pitch-black shadows shot forth.

Meng Yiran's posture suddenly changed, and she crawled along the ground like a snake.

She slithered swiftly across the forest floor.

The three fired crossbow bolts missed their mark.

The next second, her Tongue Blade suddenly curved into a bizarre arc.

It instantly pierced toward Tang San.

Tang San's heart jolted, his face turning pale with shock.

But he no longer had the time or angle to dodge.

"Pfft—!"

The next second, the Tongue Blade pierced Tang San with ease.

And the spot it struck was rather thought-provoking.

Blood instantly sprayed out.

"Ah—!"

Tang San let out a miserable scream and fell straight to the ground.

His entire body trembled and convulsed uncontrollably.

Moreover, the blood flowing from his wound visibly turned blackish-purple.

Zhao Wuji's face darkened as he spoke reluctantly.

"Stop. We lost."

If this continued, Tang San might actually die.

Not that he had any sympathy for him.

But he was still Great Master's disciple.

He had to give the Dean some face.

Meng Yiran took a step back upon hearing that and withdrew her martial soul.

Then she casually tossed a pill to Tang San.

It was the antidote to her snake venom.

If he did not take it, the poison would flare up and kill him within half an hour.

Tang San hurriedly swallowed it.

He lay flat on his back, gasping heavily.

The excruciating pain from his wound made him wish he were dead.

"Farewell!"