The Heaven-Gathering Bag Devoured Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus and Replenished the Entire Army, Driving Tang San Mad

When Tang San raised the Hong Lian flower, Hu Liena's sword Severing Thought Sword, trembled.

It's not fear.

It was the sword intent that was reminding her.

This is not right.

Hu Liena stared at the lotus flower, her fox tail tightening half an inch behind her.

She had seen Tang Sect Hidden Weapons before, and had also blocked Godly Zhuge Crossbow and poisonous fog, but this Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus before her was different.

After Tang San's divine power was poured into it, the petals lit up layer by layer, and golden light squeezed out from the gaps, even cutting fine cracks in the surrounding space.

It's over.

This wasn't just targeting her.

Tang San was going to bomb the city wall.

"Tang San!"

Hu Liena slashed with her sword, her voice icy cold, "You dare!"

Tang San raised his head, his face covered in blood, but his lips were twitching.

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

He suddenly channeled his divine power into the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, Hong Lian petals snapped open, revealing countless golden needles that lit up inside.

"Hu Liena, don't you have Shen Yichen protecting you? Don't you have so many betrothal gifts?"

His laughter grew louder and louder.

"Then you'd better protect her for me!"

Hu Liena's heart tightened.

She knew very well that Tang San no longer cared about the majesty of the Sea God or about justice.

What he wants is chaos.

As long as enough people die at Jialing Pass, and as long as the Spirit Hall's lines collapse, he can find a way to survive in the chaos.

That's disgusting.

If you can't beat her, kill her subordinates.

"Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, Bloom!"

Tang San roared and hurled the Hong Lian flower in his hand toward the Jialing Pass city gate.

Hu Liena moved swiftly, her seven fox tails coiling Severing Thought Sword, and gave chase.

But Tang San was already waiting for her. The Sea God Trident swept across, and the blue-gold divine light blocked her way.

Boom!

Hu Liena was forced back half a step. The golden patterns on her Tribulation-Avoiding Garment lit up, absorbing most of the divine power. However, she had already seen the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus past her side out of the corner of her eye.

It's too late.

"Get out of here!"

She gritted her teeth and swung her sword, the Severing Thought Sword slashing directly into Tang San's divine consciousness.

Tang San's face turned pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he gripped the Trident tightly and refused to back down.

"No way!"

He stared at Hu Liena, his voice hoarse as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You want to save them? Dream on!"

Hu Liena could no longer suppress the murderous intent in her eyes.

She wanted to slash Tang San's head open with her sword.

That won't do.

There are still people on the city wall.

The teacher was entangled by Tang Hao and Dai Mubai below. With a turn of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, he had just deflected the Clear Sky Hammer when Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Stab slashed past his back.

Bibi Dong could block her, but she couldn't get away.

Ye Lingling was rescuing people from behind. The light of the Nine-Heart Begonia had been turned up to its maximum, and her face was frighteningly pale.

Xie Yue, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei were all on the city wall defending against the Hidden Weapon.

They were all waiting for her.

But Tang San stopped her.

That's the most frustrating part.

"Nana!"

Xie Yue's shout came from the city wall, filled with barely suppressed urgency.

The moment Hu Liena turned around, the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus exploded.

Golden light spread out.

Not just one piece.

There are countless pieces.

Each lotus petal split into fine needles, then scattered into a dense rain of golden light in mid-air, pouring down towards Jialing Pass.

When the first wave hit, the Soul Master on the city wall didn't even have time to finish their screams.

The golden light pierced through the protective Soul Power, directly penetrating the area between the eyebrows, the throat, and the chest.

Just as a Spirit Hall Soul Master raised his shield, the shield was pierced by golden light, and he fell backward, blood spurting from between his armor plates.

Another Soul Master tried to block with his Soul Skill, but as soon as he raised his arm, half of his shoulder was shattered.

A scream erupted.

"Ah!"

"Help me!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The Nine-Heart Begonia in Ye Lingling's hand trembled suddenly.

She turned her head and looked over, her face instantly turning pale.

That's too fast.

She couldn't save him.

How could a single flower possibly save hundreds of people?

Her fingers were trembling with anxiety, but she still managed to push her Soul Power outward.

"Don't panic! Send the living ones over here!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another shower of golden rain fell, and dozens of Soul Master in the front row collapsed on the spot.

Ye Lingling's eyes immediately reddened.

It's not fear, it's anxiety.

She was already Titled Douluo, she was by the side of the Taixu Temple, and she thought she could finally do something.

But as soon as the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus landed, she realized that some deaths were so fast that even healing-type Soul Master couldn't catch up.

"You bastard!"

Bibi Dong saw the people falling on the city wall, Rakshasa Demon Scythe suddenly burst forth with a purple-black divine light.

Tang Hao was forced back three steps, his sleeve at the severed arm was torn open by divine power, and his face turned ashen.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and pressed on.

"Bibi Dong, you should worry about yourself first!"

Zhu Zhuqing emerged from the shadows, and the claw shadows of the Hell White Tiger blocked Bibi Dong's retreat.

Bibi Dong's eyes were frighteningly cold.

She wanted to go back to help.

But Tang Hao and his gang clung to her like madmen.

These people aren't here to win; they're here to stall.

Hold her back, hold Hu Liena back, and let Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus kill.

"Tang San!"

Hu Liena's voice came down from mid-air, and the purple-gold light on her fox tail almost became tangible.

She was truly furious.

Those dead Soul Master are not just numbers.

They are from the Spirit Hall.

He was the one who stood guard at Jialing Pass for her.

Tang San actually laughed when he saw her like this.

"Feeling sorry for him?"

He pressed down on the Trident, the madness in his eyes growing stronger.

"Hu Liena, you feel pain too? When you were absorbing my luck, did you ever think about whether I was in pain? When Shen Yichen severed my father's arm and killed my brothers, did you never ask me if I was in pain?"

Hu Liena stared at him, finding it all absurd.

Even at this point, Tang San could still position himself as a victim.

Ma Hongjun wanted to harm Ye Lingling, so he deserved to be killed.

Tang Hao lost his arm because he himself was blocking the way.

As for fortune.

Tang San wanted to kill her first, and the Asura God plotted against her first.

Why does he make it seem like everyone owes him something?

You really should look in the mirror.

Hu Liena lowered her voice, "Even Void-Illuminating Mirror would find you filthy."

Tang San's smile froze for a moment.

In the next instant, he suddenly intensified his divine power, forcing Hu Liena back once again.

"Then let them continue to die!"

The second wave of golden rain from the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus condensed in mid-air.

It's denser than the first wave.

Faster.

Hu Liena tensed up, her Severing Thought Sword already raised, but she knew she couldn't catch up.

Tang San clung to her relentlessly.

If she forces her way through, she will be struck from behind by Sea God Trident.

She wasn't afraid of getting hurt; she was afraid that if she got hurt, Tang San would immediately rush into the city.

We must not act rashly.

If things don't fall into chaos, what will happen to the people below?

Hu Liena suddenly felt a warmth in her palm.

She lowered her head.

The mark of the Heaven-Gathering Bag lit up.

It wasn't the bag hanging from her waist that moved first, but rather the Dao pattern left by Shen Yichen on her palm that lit up first.

Warm.

Quiet.

It was as if someone lazily whispered in her ear, "What's the rush?"

Hu Liena's eyelashes trembled slightly.

It was him.

She suddenly regained her composure.

Yes, the things Shen Yichen sends are never just for show.

The eighth betrothal gift is called the Heaven-Gathering Bag".

It accepts everything.

It can absorb attacks.

It can transform spiritual energy.

How could she have almost forgotten?

"Tang San."

Hu Liena raised her eyes, and a slight smile finally appeared on her lips. "You're finished."

Tang San felt a chill run down his spine.

"What did you say?"

Hu Liena did not answer.

She opened her palm.

A gray cloth bag flew out from her waist, and the gold thread at the opening of the bag came undone on its own.

It still looked dull and ordinary, but the moment the bag opened, the golden rain above Jialing Pass suddenly stopped for a moment.

It's not stopping.

He was pulled back.

Everyone saw that the rain of Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, which was about to fall, suddenly turned and flew towards the opening of the Heaven-Gathering Bag.

Tang San's expression changed instantly.

"Impossible!"

He suddenly unleashed his divine power, trying to make the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus continue to explode.

It's no use.

The Heaven-Gathering Bag opened, its suction force directly overwhelmed his divine power.

Countless golden raindrops were swept into a golden torrent, pouring into the bag with a thunderous roar.

Not a single piece remained.

Even the first wave of poisonous light remaining on the city wall was forcibly extracted by the Heaven-Gathering Bag from wounds, cracks in the rocks, and broken armor.

Tang San's fingers were stiff.

His most prized creation is the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus.

The Tang Sect's top-tier Hidden Weapon.

His final trump card for turning the tide.

It was just swallowed up by a gray cloth bag?

"No!"

Tang San roared, Sea God Trident slammed down on the Heaven-Gathering Bag.

Hu Liena blocked his attack with her sword.

What's the rush?

She returned those three words to him, her voice laced with a cold laugh.

"It's not over yet."

The Heaven-Gathering Bag inflated slightly.

In the next instant, the purest spiritual energy flowed back from the bag, transforming into a gentle stream of light that shone upon Jialing Pass.

Those Soul Master who had been pierced by the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus but were still alive had their wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.