"Run!"
That was the first reaction that flashed through Xing Gong's mind, but he rejected it at once.
Why?
Was it because he did not want to run?
No. Running was what he wanted to do most right now.
But as someone with extremely rich combat experience, he naturally understood that if he ran now...
He definitely would not escape Wang Sheng's pursuit.
So what he had to do now was still attack.
Only by causing Wang Sheng even the slightest bit of trouble would he have a chance to flee.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
Xing Gong released his martial soul in an instant. A layer of scales appeared over his body, and his hands transformed into sharp claws.
At the same time, two yellow, two purple, and three black soul rings rose up.
Immediately afterward, the seventh soul ring lit up. "Seventh Soul Ring Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!"
Fists turning into sharp claws, the release of his martial soul and soul skill...
Wang Sheng acted as if he had not seen it at all. He still wore that faint smile as he watched.
As though he were merely a bystander.
"Ha!"
All of Xing Gong's strength erupted at that moment.
But...
Wang Sheng still stood like a mountain, not moving an inch!
"This..."
Xing Gong was completely dumbfounded. Those sharp claws of his, never mind human flesh and blood—even refined iron would have had several marks gouged into it.
But his claws had still not injured Wang Sheng's skin in the slightest, not even breaking it a bit.
"Tsk, tsk! You're too weak!"
Wang Sheng let out a strange laugh, raised his foot, and kicked Xing Gong hard in the chest.
"Pfft...!"
Xing Gong's entire chest caved in. After spraying a mouthful of blood, he flew backward like a cannonball.
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