Tang San's eyes bulged with fury.
At that moment, he could no longer maintain his composure.
A dragon had a reverse scale; touch it, and death was certain.
Xiao Wu's injury had completely enraged this soul from another world.
"You're courting death!"
Tang San reached both hands into the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist.
Since soul skills couldn't restrain you.
Then taste the might of Tang Sect hidden weapons!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
The sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out.
Dozens of Bone-Piercing Nails, Willow Leaf Blades, and Flying Locust Stones flew forth.
Enhanced by Tang San's unique technique, these hidden weapons traced bizarre arcs, sealing off every direction around Gongsun Li.
And that wasn't all.
Every one of these hidden weapons had been coated in poison.
Even the slightest scratch would make someone lose their ability to fight.
"Despicable!"
Xue Qinghe's expression darkened in the stands.
Though the Soul Master Competition did not explicitly forbid weapons, poison-coated hidden weapons clearly went against the purpose of a spar.
Lu Ming remained reclined against his chair, not even changing his posture.
Only a mocking smile curled his lips.
"Nothing but impotent rage."
Faced with the hidden weapons falling like a shower of blossoms.
Gongsun Li no longer used movement skills to evade.
She simply stood quietly in place as the Oil-paper Umbrella in her hand abruptly opened and began spinning rapidly.
"Frost Leaf Dance."
But this time, she did not throw the umbrella.
Instead, she used herself as the center.
The spinning umbrella canopy formed an absolute barrier.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—"
Dense metallic impacts rang out like exploding beans.
The hidden weapons Tang San considered divine were all knocked away the instant they struck that Oil-paper Umbrella.
Not merely knocked away.
Gongsun Li flicked her