One Spear Flips Tang San (Reset)

"This... this is impossible!"

"A soul ring configuration of three purple and one black?"

"That troublemaking bastard, how could he possibly be this strong?"

Compared to the shock of the others, Xiao Wu sensed a sacred power emanating from Li Xiaoyao that surpassed everything else.

Her soul beast instincts made her feel a faint aura of death, and this discovery made Xiao Wu's hair stand on end.

It wasn't just Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu who were stunned—even Tang San was so shocked by Li Xiaoyao's soul ring configuration that his scalp went numb.

"Heh! Little Scoundrel!"

"What? Surprised?"

A mocking smirk curled at the corner of Li Xiaoyao's mouth.

Looking at Tang San, who was completely dumbfounded, he continued to taunt: "Little Scoundrel, don't say I'm bullying you—I'll let you make the first move!"

"After all, you're the one who challenged me to a one-on-one. Don't tell me you don't even have the confidence to throw a punch?"

At Li Xiaoyao's words, Tang San clenched his fists, the nails of his left hand nearly digging into his palm behind his back, a storm raging in his heart.

"Damn it, who exactly is this Li Xiaoyao?"

"A forty-third-level Soul Ancestor, with a three-purple-one-black soul ring configuration..."

"The gap in soul power between me and him is too vast. Even my Blue Silver Grass martial soul is suppressed. Even if I used my other martial soul, I definitely wouldn't be a match for him!"

"Looks like...

I'll have to use the Tang Sect hidden weapons I've been crafting all these years!"

Thinking of Li Xiaoyao's contempt and disdain, Tang San felt a surge of anger burning inside him.

He prepared to use his proud Tang Sect hidden weapons, combined with the Mysterious Heaven Skill's throwing techniques, to take down Li Xiaoyao.

And so...

Tang San slowly reached for the soul tool at his waist.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"Truly worthy of a hypocritical and two-faced Little Scoundrel!"

Li Xiaoyao naturally noticed Tang San's little move.

But he didn't stop him.

After all, he had said earlier...

that he would let Tang San strike first, and he wouldn't go back on his word.

Although he was wary of Tang Hao lurking in the shadows, that didn't mean he feared Tang San, this mere twenty-ninth-level Soul Grand Master.

Given the soul power level and soul ring configuration he had just displayed, as long as he didn't directly kill Tang San, even Tang Hao hiding in the dark would find it troublesome.

After all, it was common knowledge that Tang Hao was a die-hard Sect Slave.

Without knowing Li Xiaoyao's identity or background, Tang Hao wouldn't dare to easily offend someone who might come from a major power.

Of course, Li Xiaoyao wasn't about to gamble with his own safety. What truly made him fearless was the hundred-thousand-year Angel Soul Bone Set he possessed...

"Hey! Little Scoundrel!"

"Hurry it up!"

"I don't have the patience to waste time with you."

Seeing Tang San still dawdling, Li Xiaoyao urged him.

At these words, a cold gleam flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Tang San's hands swept across the soul tool at his waist, and countless hidden weapons shot forth with the sound of tearing air.

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 types of Tang Sect hidden weapons launched all at once!

A dense swarm of poisoned projectiles, each at an impossibly tricky angle, aimed straight for Li Xiaoyao's brow, throat, and heart—the three fatal weak points. This was Tang San's hidden killing move!

Faced with this torrent of hidden weapons capable of instantly killing a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, Li Xiaoyao didn't even twitch an eyelid. The sneer on his lips only grew more intense.

"Ha! Nothing but low-class tricks!"

"Soul Bone Skill: Spatial Teleportation!"

Before the words had even faded, Li Xiaoyao's figure vanished from where he stood, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.

And this was the hundred-thousand-year Angel Soul Bone Skill—Spatial Teleportation!

The unassailable spatial teleportation let him easily evade every trajectory of the hidden weapons. Those deadly projectiles, like headless flies that had lost their target, whistled past and slammed into the distant wall, erupting in a series of dull thuds.

Seeing this, Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He was just about to command his Blue Silver Grass to intercept when Li Xiaoyao appeared at his side, the flintlock pistol in his right hand slowly aimed at Tang San.

The next second, Li Xiaoyao pulled the trigger. A muffled bang exploded—a bullet, carrying the force of forty-third-level soul power, shot forth like lightning, instantly piercing through Tang San's still-forming Blue Silver Grass defense. With its remaining momentum undiminished, it slammed into his right waist.

"Pfft."

The sound of a bullet piercing flesh rang out.

Tang San only felt a tearing, excruciating pain in his waist. Before he could speak, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a stone pillar as a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Tang San, now collapsed on the ground, had a face as pale as paper in an instant. The Soul Tool at his waist was knocked away by the bullet's impact, and the hidden weapons in his hands scattered directly across the floor.

At the wound on his right waist, warm blood instantly soaked through his clothes and pants, winding down along his waistline and dripping onto the ground. In moments, a small pool of dark red blood had gathered. Tang San's body uncontrollably toppled backward, his consciousness growing hazy from the searing pain.

"This... how is this possible..."

Tang San lay sprawled on the ground, the pallor of blood loss spreading rapidly across his face. He shook his unsteady body before barely managing to push himself up onto his knees. Waves of shock, fury, and disbelief churned in his eyes. His proud Tang Sect hidden weapons and Mysterious Heaven Skill had been shattered by someone in a single move?

Shock, confusion, fear, bewilderment.

All kinds of emotions clashed and intertwined in his chest, eventually settling and condensing into a surging murderous intent deep in his heart.

"Tang Sect Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, general outline, third rule: if you confirm the opponent is an enemy and they have a Way of Seeking Death, do not show mercy, or you will only bring trouble upon yourself!"

Clearly...

Li Xiaoyao, who had wounded him, "already had a Way of Seeking Death."

"Little Scoundrel, you seem pretty weak!"

Li Xiaoyao slowly withdrew the Flintlock Pistol in his hand, his tone as flat as if he were crushing an ant.

That attack just now had been held back.

Otherwise, the spot he aimed at wouldn't have been the kidney, but Tang San's dog head on his neck.

Without absolute certainty of killing Tang Hao, killing Tang San now would be unwise. Who knew if the Asura God of the Douluo God Realm would step in to intervene?

If the Asura God set his sights on him, or even shamelessly targeted him directly...

Then, forget hunting Xiao Wu—whether he could even leave Suotuo City alive was an unknown!

Shaking his head, Li Xiaoyao suppressed the thoughts in his mind.

He then saw Tang San, pale-faced and tottering.

"Heh! Little Scoundrel, you seem pretty weak!"

In a battle between Soul Masters, getting injured was a common occurrence.

Since he couldn't kill Tang San outright now, taking this chance to thoroughly torment him wasn't a loss.

Of course, tormenting Tang San was one thing.

Li Xiaoyao hadn't forgotten the real business either.

Just moments ago, he had successfully snatched the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record into his hands—