"More words are pointless."
Tang San took a deep breath, killing intent flickering in his eyes.
"Since Dean Lu insists on this, then today, Tang San will have no choice but to seek justice for Shrek!"
Before his words had even faded.
Tang San moved.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
His figure instantly became elusive, leaving a string of afterimages where he stood.
At the same time, both his hands flicked repeatedly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of faint whistles suddenly rang through the air.
Bone-Piercing Nails, Willow Leaf Blades, Flying Locust Stones...
All manner of hidden weapons descended like a pear blossom storm at this range, shrouding every vital point around Lu Ming and Sikong Zhen.
This hidden weapon technique was ruthless and tricky, with no intention of leaving anyone alive.
If they hit, death or crippling injury was guaranteed.
"Watch out!"
Gongsun Li cried out, instantly opening the paper umbrella in her hand.
But someone was faster than her.
"Cheap tricks."
Sikong Zhen did not even raise an eyelid.
He did not even use a soul skill.
He merely took a step forward, and his aura suddenly erupted.
Crackle! Crackle!
A visible electromagnetic field instantly spread outward from him.
The hidden weapons, which had been flying at high speed, seemed to crash into an invisible wall the instant they entered the field.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of crisp metallic impacts rang out.
All the hidden weapons stopped in midair.
Then, before Tang San's shocked eyes, those finely forged steel weapons rapidly reddened, softened, and finally turned into puddles of molten iron that dripped to the ground.
"What?!"
Tang San was horrified.
How was this possible?
These were hidden weapons he had painstakingly crafted, yet they could not even get close to him?
Was this Sikong Zhen's strength?
Before Tang