Just then, a figure stepped in front of Tang San. Two large hands directly grabbed Zhao Zilong's Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear, blood flowing from his palms. It was none other than the Immovable Ming King, Zhao Wuji.
"Teacher Zhao..." Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji standing before him, a trace of joy appearing in his eyes.
Zhao Zilong was thoroughly displeased. He said coldly, "Zhao Wuji, do you want to die too?"
"You killed Boss, and you killed Rongrong and Xiao Ao too. Today, even if I have to die with you, I'll kill you, you little bastard..." Zhao Wuji roared as the Soul Power of an level-80 Soul Douluo erupted from his body. He growled, "Fifth Soul Skill—Gravity Squeeze..."
Zhao Zilong had been about to finish Tang San off when Zhao Wuji suddenly appeared, greatly infuriating him. Feeling the gravity weighing on his body, he tried to pull back the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear. Yet Zhao Wuji ignored the injuries on his hands completely and gripped Zhao Zilong's spear tightly. He said coldly, "Now you can't run, you little brat!"
With that, Zhao Wuji raised his fist and roared, "Great Vajra Palm..."
Zhao Zilong swiftly abandoned the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear and dodged the palm strike filled with dense Soul Power. His body assumed the stance of the Eight Trigrams Palm as he said coldly, "Gentle Fist Style: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms..."
"Two Palms..." Two rapid palm strikes landed on Zhao Wuji's arm. Zhao Zilong continued his assault, "Four Palms, Eight Palms, Sixteen Palms, Thirty-Two Palms, Sixty-Four Palms..."
"Teacher Zhao..."
The continuous attacks struck Zhao Wuji without pause. Every palm strike sealed one acupoint within Zhao Wuji's body. Once all sixty-four palms had landed, Zhao Wuji was sent flying backward.
After unleashing the