Parallel Peerless 30: Prisoner Mu

"Are you not going to do anything?"

Tang Wutong watched the big-hearted guy beside her show no intention of making a move at all. She gritted her teeth and stepped forward.

A pitch-black little hammer flashed through the palm of her right hand. With a thunderous bang, Xu Sanshi's burly figure was sent flying backward in an instant.

Tang Wutong's current cultivation was rank 38. It had only been a year, and if she had not been worried about an unstable foundation, she would have reached rank 40 long ago.

Even though the Clear Sky Hammer had no spirit rings attached, her body, nourished by three life spirit rings and the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, still possessed strength that could not be underestimated.

Even if she could not compare to Tang Wulin at the same age, she was still terrifying.

She was probably, maybe, more or less, possibly no weaker than a high-level Power Attack System Soul Ancestor, and it might even be possible for her to match a Spirit King.

After rolling twice, Xu Sanshi crashed heavily to the ground. He only felt that the left half of his body had gone numb, but his battle experience still made him activate Martial Soul Possession the instant he landed.

"You actually launched a sneak attack!" Xu Sanshi raised his head and stared fixedly at Tang Wutong. He did not care whether the person before him was a woman, a man, or anything else. There were only enemies!

After all, that was the one good thing about simps. The only person who could truly enter a simp's eyes was the one in his heart.

But Xu Sanshi was still extremely wary of Tang Wutong. Leaving aside that strength, just the speed of that instant had been enough to stop him from