"How... how was this possible?!"
"Three Purple One Black Soul Ring configuration?"
"How could that heckling bastard possibly be this strong?"
Compared to everyone else's shock, Xiao Wu sensed from Li Xiaoyao a sacred power that stood above all else.
Her instincts as a soul beast made her sense a faint aura of death, and the discovery made every hair on her body stand on end.
Not only Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu were stunned; even Tang San's scalp went numb at Li Xiaoyao's Soul Ring configuration.
"Heh! Little Scoundrel!"
"What? Are you surprised?"
A mocking curve rose at the corner of Li Xiaoyao's lips.
Looking at the utterly dumbfounded Tang San, he continued to taunt him. "Little Scoundrel, don't say I'm bullying you. I'll let you make the first move!"
"After all, you were the one who challenged me to a duel. Don't tell me you don't even have the confidence to fight?"
The moment Li Xiaoyao said that, Tang San clenched his fists. The nails of his left hand behind his back nearly dug into his palm as stormy waves churned in his heart.
Damn it, who exactly is this Li Xiaoyao?
A level forty-three Soul Ancestor, with a Three Purple One Black Soul Ring configuration...
The gap in Soul Power between us is too great. Even my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is being suppressed. Even if I used my other Martial Soul, I still wouldn't be his match!
It looked like...
I could only use the Tang Sect hidden weapons I'd forged over the years!
Thinking of Li Xiaoyao's contempt and disdain, Tang San felt a ball of anger building in his chest.
He prepared to use the Tang Sect hidden weapons he took such pride in, along with the hidden weapon techniques of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, to deal with Li Xiaoyao.
Thus...
Tang San slowly reached for the Soul Tool at his waist.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"Truly worthy of a hypocritical, double-standard Little Scoundrel!"
Naturally, Li Xiaoyao saw Tang San's little movements.
Yet he did not stop him.
After all, he had said earlier...
He would let Tang San make the first move, so he would not go back on his word.
Although he was wary of Tang Hao lurking in the shadows, that did not mean he feared Tang San, a mere level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster.
With the Soul Power Level and Soul Ring configuration he had displayed so far, as long as he did not directly kill Tang San, Tang Hao hiding in the dark would find things troublesome as well.
After all, everyone knew Tang Hao was a complete Sect Slave.
Before knowing his identity and background, Tang Hao would not dare casually offend someone who appeared to come from a powerful faction.
Of course, Li Xiaoyao would not joke with his own safety. The real reason he was so fearless was the hundred-thousand-year Angel Soul Bone Set he possessed...
"Hey! Little Scoundrel!"
"Hurry up!"
"I don't have the patience to waste time with you."
Seeing Tang San still dragging his feet, Li Xiaoyao urged him.
The moment those words fell, a cold glint flashed through Tang San's eyes.
"Hmph! Arrogant!"
As soon as he spoke, Tang San swept both hands across the Soul Tool at his waist, and countless hidden weapons shot out with piercing whistles.
—Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!—
Plum Blossom Darts, Bone-Piercing Nails, Willow Leaf Knives, Coin Darts, Poison Smoke Bombs, Soul-Chasing Death Needles, Silent Sleeve Arrows, Godly Zhuge Crossbows, Sand-Shooting Shadows—nine kinds of Tang Sect hidden weapons fired at once!
The densely packed poisoned hidden weapons flew at impossibly tricky angles, aimed directly at Li Xiaoyao's brow, throat, and heart—the three fatal points. This was Tang San's concealed killing move!
Facing this torrent of hidden weapons capable of instantly killing a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, Li Xiaoyao did not so much as twitch an eyelid. The mockery at the corner of his mouth only deepened.
"Heh! Nothing but trash that can't be shown in public!"
"Angel Soul Bone Skill: Spatial Teleportation!"
Before his words had even faded, Li Xiaoyao's figure abruptly vanished from where he stood, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.
This was precisely the hundred-thousand-year Angel Soul Bone Skill—Spatial Teleportation!
The unbeatable Spatial Teleportation allowed him to effortlessly evade every hidden weapon's trajectory. Those deadly weapons, like headless flies that had lost their target, whistled into the distant walls, erupting in a series of dull impacts.
At the sight, Tang San's pupils constricted. Just as he was about to control the Blue Silver Grass to intercept him, Li Xiaoyao had already appeared at his side, slowly raising the Flintlock Pistol in his right hand and aiming it at Tang San.
The next second, Li Xiaoyao pulled the trigger. A muffled bang exploded—a bullet wrapped in level forty-three Soul Power shot forth like lightning, instantly piercing Tang San's still-forming Blue Silver Grass defense and slamming into his right waist without losing any momentum.
With a "pfft."
The sound of a bullet piercing flesh rang out.
Tang San felt a tearing pain erupt from his waist. Before he could say a word, his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into a stone pillar as blood sprayed from his mouth.
Tang San, sprawled on the ground, instantly turned pale as paper. The Soul Tool at his waist was blasted away by the bullet's impact, while the hidden weapons in his hands scattered across the ground.
Warm blood instantly soaked through the wound at his right waist and seeped down along his waistline, dripping onto the ground. In moments, it formed a small pool of dark red blood. Tang San toppled backward uncontrollably, and even his consciousness grew hazy amid the agony.
"How... how was this possible..."
Tang San collapsed on the ground, the pallor brought by blood loss rapidly spreading over his face. He swayed his unsteady body before barely managing to brace himself against the ground and sit on his knees. Waves of shock, fury, and disbelief surged in his eyes. The Tang Sect hidden weapons and Mysterious Heaven Skill he took such pride in had been defeated in a single move?
Shock, confusion, fear, bewilderment.
All sorts of emotions tangled and collided within his chest before finally settling into a monstrous killing intent in the depths of his heart.
"The General Principles of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, Article Three: once you determine an opponent is an enemy, if he has taken the Way of Seeking Death, show no mercy. Otherwise, you will only bring trouble upon yourself!"
Clearly...
Li Xiaoyao, who had wounded him, "had already taken the Way of Seeking Death."
"Little Scoundrel, you seem rather weak!"
Li Xiaoyao slowly lowered the Flintlock Pistol in his hand, his tone as calm as if he had just crushed an ant.
He had already shown mercy with that attack.
Otherwise, the target of that shot would not have been Tang San's kidney, but his dog head.
Before he had absolute confidence in killing Tang Hao, killing Tang San now would not be worthwhile. Who knew whether the Asura God of the Douluo God Realm would intervene?
If the Asura God set his sights on him, or even shamelessly acted against him...
Then forget hunting Xiao Wu—even whether he could leave Suotuo City alive would be uncertain!
Shaking his head and suppressing those thoughts, Li Xiaoyao looked at Tang San, whose face was pale and whose body swayed unsteadily.
"Heh heh! Little Scoundrel, you seem rather weak!"
It was normal for Soul Masters to be injured when they fought.
Since he could not kill Tang San yet, taking this chance to give Tang San a thorough beating would not be a loss.
Of course, beating Tang San was one thing.
Li Xiaoyao had not forgotten his real business either.
Just now, he had successfully gotten his hands on the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record—
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