Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were somewhat surprised as well.
After all, they only knew that Zhao Ming's Martial Soul was strange and that his Soul Rings were highly unusual. They had no idea his soul skills would be like this.
Puppet Martial Soul—was this what a Puppet was?
After hesitating for a moment, however, the two of them calmed themselves again.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing continued attacking Zhao Wuji, but at this moment, Zhao Wuji's attention was entirely fixed on Queen Medusa.
Here, she was the only one who could cause him some trouble. After all, with him still holding back in his attacks, she was somewhat difficult to deal with.
The battle continued.
It was clear that Zhao Wuji had become serious now.
With Medusa drawing Zhao Wuji's attention at the front, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing could easily support the attack from behind.
Two fists could not fend off six hands.
Even if Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing found it difficult to inflict any substantial damage on him, the pain on his body was real.
"Roar—" No longer intending to remain so passive, Zhao Wuji directly unleashed his first soul skill.
Intense golden light erupted almost instantly. Zhu Zhuqing, who had unleashed Nether Hundred Claws, was immediately blasted into the air, letting out a muffled groan. The violent shockwave sent Xiao Wu flying backward as well, leaving her breathless.
Zhao Ming hurriedly pushed off the ground and wrapped an arm around their slender waists, preventing them from falling to the ground.
The soft warmth at Zhu Zhuqing's waist made Zhao Ming's thoughts wander. Two distinct feminine fragrances wafted into his nose, and he could not help enjoying them.
Held in Zhao Ming's arms, Zhu Zhuqing blushed. Zhao Ming could feel her muscles stiffen, but she did