After all, they had just learned from Dai Mubai that Tang San was someone who liked to use underhanded tricks.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was the strongest Beast Martial Soul in the world. Its close-combat abilities were formidable, and its long-range capabilities were no weaker.
Yu Tianheng suddenly raised his right arm high and clenched his five fingers in the air like a claw.
In an instant, thunderclouds churned across the dome overhead, and blinding lightning gathered in his palm into a dazzling sphere of thunder.
"Fall!"
With a furious shout, his arm chopped down like a battle-axe.
Dozens of lightning bolts as thick as bowls tore through the sky, crashing down upon Tang San with deafening detonations.
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply as he pushed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit.
His figure instantly split into seven afterimages across the training ground, every dodge and turn narrowly avoiding the descending lightning.
Yet under Yu Tianheng's control, those streaks of lightning clung to him like bone-deep parasites, tracing bizarre arcs through the air as they relentlessly pursued him.
"Rumble!"
Six consecutive bolts blasted the granite floor apart, sending shattered stones flying as black smoke rose from the scorched craters.
Cold sweat seeped from Tang San's forehead. He had spent these past days focusing on attaching Soul Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer, leaving him quite rusty.
Or perhaps Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track simply could not adapt to fighting powerful opponents.
Just as he twisted aside to evade the sixth bolt, the seventh purple lightning bolt suddenly changed direction.
The blinding electric light grazed his left shoulder, shredding his clothes and exposing blackened, curled flesh beneath.
Before blood could even seep out, the heat had scorched it dry, and the pungent stench of burnt flesh instantly filled