Melee

Other than Zhao Wuji, everyone looked at Xiao Tianyang as though they had seen a ghost.

Not even Tang San and Xiao Wu were exceptions.

"Have you gone mad? You actually want to challenge Teacher Zhao alone? He's a Soul Emperor!"

Oscar craned his neck, bent over as he flailed his arms, his face utterly dumbfounded.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang San still said, "Brother Tianyang, isn't this a bit too..."

Xiao Tianyang waved his hand. "This is my business. It has nothing to do with you. Instead of wasting time talking to me, you should discuss how to deal with Teacher Zhao."

With things having been said this far, Tang San could only sigh, shake his head, and walk toward the others without saying anything more.

Years of living together had allowed him to understand Xiao Tianyang's true character.

Easygoing, carefree, and kind to others.

He occasionally liked to play tricks on people, but never in a way that made him disliked.

Most importantly, he always kept his word.

Since he had already spoken, no amount of persuasion would be useful.

"Kid, you're quite to my liking."

A Trace Of a smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. "But when the time comes, don't expect me to go easy on you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way!"

Xiao Tianyang, who had already stepped aside, smiled as well.

Very quickly, Tang San and the others reached a conclusion in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn.

Xiao Tianyang listened from the side and secretly nodded.

Setting aside The Gap Between Both Sides, this arrangement alone was quite reasonable.

Tang San would control the field and protect Ning Rongrong; Xiao Wu would be the main attacker, while Zhu Zhuqing would assist Xiao Wu.

Just then, Zhao Wuji rose from his chair and said in a deep voice, "Time's up. Children, let me see your potential!"

With that, an incense stick flew from his hand. Somehow, it had already been lit and planted in the ground!

Suddenly, Tang San and the other three swiftly scattered. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing circled around from the left and right, while Tang San stood in front of Ning Rongrong.

A clear voice rang out from behind him.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile!"

A seven-colored pagoda emerged In Hand Ning Rongrong's hand. Multicolored mist enveloped her, making her look like a fairy descending to earth—breathtakingly beautiful.

At the same time, two Soul Rings rose and lit up together!

"Seven Treasures have a name: first, Strength!"

"Seven Treasures have a name: second, Speed!"

Three streams of light split from the tip of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda and descended upon Tang San and the others.

At that moment, they not only felt their strength increase, but also felt their bodies become lighter!

"As expected of the inherited martial soul of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Zhao Wuji's Eyes Lit Up, a greedy gleam appearing in his eyes.

At that moment, he could already imagine Flender's delighted expression upon seeing Ning Rongrong.

After all, members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, especially direct descendants, rarely ventured outside.

Of course, even as he said this, Zhao Wuji stepped forward and charged straight at Ning Rongrong!

Tang San's pupils contracted as he silently cried out that things were bad.

However, he reacted quickly. He immediately activated Blue Silver Grass, rushed to Ning Rongrong's side, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her toward himself.

At the same time, Tang San moved forward and circled behind Zhao Wuji.

Xiao Wu leaped forward head-on, kicking at Zhao Wuji's chest.

Not only that, relying on her light and agile body, Zhu Zhuqing actually borrowed force in Mid-air to spin once, her toes striking toward the back of Zhao Wuji's neck!

However, Xiao Tianyang, watching from afar, shook his head. "Useless. They have technique, but insufficient strength is still a problem."

Sure enough, in the Next Second, Zhao Wuji merely sneered and shook both arms, sending all three flying away.

Yet Xiao Wu, the main attacker, simply flipped several times in Mid-air. The moment she landed, she attacked again, her legs lashing out in rapid kicks that Zhao Wuji blocked one by one.

"Little girl, you don't seem to have much strength!"

Zhao Wuji spread open his right hand and swatted it through the air.

But just as Dai Mubai and the others thought Xiao Wu would dodge backward, a smile appeared on her face.

She actually extended two fingers and deliberately reached toward that palm!

"What is she trying to do?!"

Dai Mubai, who was also watching the battle, could not help but feel alarmed.

Forget him—even Zhao Wuji was startled.

She could have completely dodged this. He only intended to force Xiao Wu back, so he had not deliberately held back his strength.

If this girl took the blow head-on, she would at least suffer broken bones and torn tendons!

"You underestimate Xiao Wu too much."

Xiao Tianyang suddenly laughed.

It was precisely because everyone thought that way that Xiao Wu's action would truly achieve a surprising effect!

Then, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded!

Xiao Wu's two fingers tapped Zhao Wuji's wrist, and a wave of weakness surged through his body, preventing his hand from advancing even half an inch farther.

Xiao Wu did not seem to exert any force. She merely flicked her arm lightly and brushed with two fingers, yet Zhao Wuji's expression darkened as he crashed shoulder-first into the ground!

Oscar's mouth hung open, and he could barely speak. "Th-this..."

Xiao Tianyang Raised Hand to support his jaw and said, "Teacher Zhao's strength is indeed powerful. That is beyond doubt."

"But if his force is returned to him while he is unaware, he will suffer as well."

"That doesn't seem to be a Soul Skill, does it?"

Dai Mubai was doubtful, because he had not seen any Soul Ring light up just now.

"It's merely a combat technique."

Xiao Dao said.

"You taught her?"

"Who else would have taught her, you?"

"Then can you teach me?"

"Sure, but it'll cost extra!"

"..."

Before Zhao Wuji, who had fallen, could get back up, Tang San's First Soul Ring lit up.

First Soul Skill: Entangle!

Not only his limbs, but even his thighs, the bends of his arms, shoulders, and other vital areas were wrapped in Blue Silver Grass!

Although the difference in their levels and the nature of Blue Silver Grass meant Zhao Wuji could easily break free, one should not forget that he was lying on the ground.

If Zhao Wuji had been standing, then this Soul Skill could at most delay him for two seconds.

But while lying down, he could be trapped for at least five seconds!

Very quickly, aside from Ning Rongrong, Tang San and the other two immediately joined the encirclement!

Three figures darted and weaved about. With the speed enhancement, they moved incredibly fast, their fists and kicks landing on Zhao Wuji with dull thuds!

However, before long, a muffled boom came from the ground.

Immediately afterward, the spot where Zhao Wuji had been trapped visibly collapsed. An Airwave spread out, instantly breaking Tang San and the others' momentum.

But Xiao Wu had no intention of giving up. She took the initiative to attack, pushed off the ground, rushed forward, and red light flashed in her eyes!

Xiao Tianyang's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight. "This is bad!"

"Teacher Zhao's nickname is the Immovable Ming King. All mental-type control is ineffective against him, and if the gap in levels is too great, it can easily cause backlash!"

Dai Mubai said grimly from the side.

Sure enough, in the next moment, Xiao Wu let out a muffled groan, fainted, and Flew Backwards.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhao Wuji thrust a palm forward, and a golden palm imprint shot toward the group!

They were too close. Tang San and the others had almost no room to maneuver.

Even if they did, they could not dodge voluntarily, because Ning Rongrong was behind them!

Zhao Wuji either did not attack, or when he did, he aimed to wipe them all out!