Tang San's Two Soul Skills, Beating Zhao Wuji Senseless

"Who dares hurt the students of our Shrek Academy? Which academy are you from?"

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over Tang San and Xiao Wu. Though they were so young, they possessed such strength; they must have extraordinary backgrounds. Perhaps their teacher was nearby.

His past experience of being hunted had made Zhao Wuji somewhat more cautious.

Under the pressure of a Soul Sage, Tang San and Xiao Wu's expressions changed instantly. This pressure far surpassed Dai Mubai's, making even the circulation of Soul Power within their bodies sluggish.

"After beating the young ones, an old one comes along. Your Shrek Academy truly is cut from the same cloth."

Tang San forced himself to remain standing, his gaze cold and sharp, with not the slightest hint of backing down in his words.

"Arrogant!"

Those words truly provoked Zhao Wuji. He stepped forward, making the ground tremble slightly. His right hand formed a palm, carrying a howling gale as it struck directly at Tang San.

Though he had not used his Martial Soul, the Soul Power of a Soul Sage was enough that even a Soul King could not withstand it. If that palm strike landed, Tang San would certainly be severely injured.

"Tang San!"

Xiao Wu cried out, wanting to rush forward to help, but the immense pressure left her unable to move.

Facing this unavoidable palm strike, Tang San's eyes sharpened like an eagle's. Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track erupted beneath his feet at full force, and his figure drifted backward like a ghost.

At the same time, he swept both hands across Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges Night, and dozens of cold flashes shot forth like a storm!

They were the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons Tang San had painstakingly crafted.

These hidden weapons came from tricky angles. Rather than shooting directly at Zhao Wuji's vital points, they blanketed the joints throughout his body, as well as vulnerable areas such as his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, aiming to disrupt and hinder him.

Zhao Wuji's expression flickered with surprise. He clearly had not expected this youth to be so unusual.

With a sweep of his large hand, his formidable Soul Power formed a wall of air that blasted away most of the hidden weapons. Yet several Willow Leaf Blades, coming from particularly treacherous angles, slipped through gaps in his Soul Power and grazed his skin, leaving a few faint streaks of blood.

"Second Soul Skill, Pluck Flowers Flying Leaves!"

Tang San shouted lowly as the second yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up.

Countless Blue Silver Grass vines around him grew rapidly and gathered before him. Each vine was embedded with pale golden leaves as sharp as blades.

Then Tang San's hands flew like those of a thousand-armed goddess, using an exceptionally strange technique to send those leaves shooting toward Zhao Wuji!

This second Soul Ring came from a seven-hundred-year-old Thousand Blade Golden Chrysanthemum. It granted Blue Silver Grass leaves the ability to attack after leaving the body, each one carrying considerable cutting force and covering an extremely wide area.

Lin Mu had chosen this Soul Ring after considering two aspects: one, to increase the Blue Silver Grass's Life Force; two, to strengthen Tang San's offensive power.

When combined with the Tang Sect's hidden weapon techniques, it could raise the power of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul by an entire level.

"First Soul Skill, Immovable Ming King Body!"

Seeing the dense barrage of Leaf Blades, Zhao Wuji's face grew noticeably more solemn as his first Soul Ring lit up.

A solid layer of golden light covered his entire body. The sharp Blue Silver Grass leaves struck the golden light with dense hissing sounds. Most were deflected, though a small portion pierced through Zhao Wuji's defenses.

Seizing the chance, Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track again to widen the distance. Both hands flicked repeatedly, launching several golden needles concealed amid the Blue Silver Grass Leaf Blades.

They shot straight for Zhao Wuji's eyes and throat!

"Third Soul Skill, Gravity Increase!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Compression!"

Zhao Wuji had been thoroughly enraged. Using two Soul Skills at once, he had clearly developed the intent to kill.

Tang San felt his body suddenly grow heavy. The movements of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track immediately slowed, as though he had fallen into a mire.

Then a terrifying impact blasted all the hidden weapons back and sent Tang San flying, smashing him heavily into the wall.

"Let's see how you dodge this time!"

Zhao Wuji sneered, having no intention of letting Tang San go. His second Soul Ring immediately lit up.

At that critical moment, a trace of resolve flashed through Tang San's eyes. The only purple Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly shone brilliantly!

"Third Soul Skill, Life Share!"

The moment the purple Soul Ring lit up, the Blue Silver Grass throughout the Star Dou Great Forest began to sway, and specks of blue light gathered toward the inn.

Inside the inn, countless more solid blue-golden vines brimming with the aura of life wove together layer upon layer before Tang San, forming a thick blue-golden shield.

Zhao Wuji's palm strike, containing terrifying Soul Power, slammed solidly into that shield.

"Boom!!"

Amid the tremendous crash, the shield formed from Blue Silver Grass shook violently. Countless cracks appeared across its surface, as though it would collapse the very next moment.

Although the shield absorbed most of the force, the remaining impact was still more than Tang San could bear. His face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He had clearly suffered serious injuries.

Yet being able to block a Soul Sage's second Soul Skill was enough to demonstrate the power of this Soul Skill.

This third Soul Skill came from a thousand-year-old Symbiotic Ancient Tree. It was not a direct offensive or defensive skill, but one that allowed him, under certain conditions, to share Life Force with the surrounding plants.

At present, Tang San's Soul Power only allowed him to share Life Force with Blue Silver Grass.

Fortunately, this was the Star Dou Great Forest, where Blue Silver Grass was plentiful. That was why he had barely managed to block Zhao Wuji's attack.

Zhao Wuji stood there blankly, unable to understand how a Soul Elder could block his attack.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Tang San endured the churning agony in his organs. The glow in his Purple Demon Eyes sharpened to its limit, catching that fleeting opportunity.

The wrist hidden in his sleeve suddenly snapped!

A nearly imperceptible streak of black light silently tore through the air, shooting straight toward Zhao Wuji's palm.

By the time Zhao Wuji sensed the danger, it was already too late.

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound of flesh being pierced, the Bone-Piercing Needle accurately sank into Zhao Wuji's palm, and intense pain shot through his nerves.

"You're courting death!"

Zhao Wuji was completely enraged. He strode forward, murder flashing in his eyes. He clearly intended to kill Tang San to vent his anger.

Xiao Wu rushed to Tang San's side and supported him, her eyes filled with anxiety and fury.

At that critical instant.

"Presumptuous!"

A cold shout carrying the pressure of Soul Power rang out, making Zhao Wuji's heart sink. Could the teacher behind these two also be a Soul Sage?

As Zhao Wuji warily scanned his surroundings, a fiery-red figure appeared before him like a ghost. Without using any Soul Skill, a single punch sent Zhao Wuji flying dozens of meters away.

"How is that possible?!"

Zhao Wuji was utterly shocked. To send him flying so far without using a Soul Skill—was this person a Soul Douluo, or even a Titled Douluo?

Just as he considered how to respond, another punch came crashing down, smashing him heavily into the ground.

Fists fell like meteors, each one containing terrifying force, battering Zhao Wuji until he had no ability to fight back whatsoever.