A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He turned around and threw out more than ten Hidden Weapon. As he moved, one cold light after another shot out from his hand, targeting the vital points on Wu Ling's body.
All sorts of Hidden Weapon bloomed in Tang San's hands, some flying straight, some flying diagonally, and some circling around to his back, but their ultimate target was always the same: Wu Ling's body.
Having unleashed so many Hidden Weapon at once, Tang San was confident he had the upper hand, a slight smile appearing on his lips. The next instant, a black shadow swept past him, followed by Wu Ling's disdainful assessment. "Fancy but utterly useless."
Although it was unclear how Wu Ling suddenly accelerated, to the point that even his Purple Demon Eye couldn't track his movements, Tang San naturally struggled. His Blue Silver Grass instantly spread out, attempting to stop Wu Ling's actions.
However, it was all in vain. The Magic Circle in the center of Wu Ling's palm remained the same. After all, fire was still the best way to deal with plants.
Wu Ling easily caught the Blue Silver Grass that Tang San had shot out. The scorching flames instantly ignited it, and the flames swept towards Tang San along the Blue Silver vines. This made Tang San look disheveled and startled, and he hurriedly broke off the vines.
Seeing that his Martial Soul had failed several times, Tang San immediately withdrew his Blue Silver Grass and quickly activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to create distance, while simultaneously releasing various Hidden Weapon in an attempt to block the enemy.
Tang San's Hidden Weapon were incredibly varied, yet when faced with Wu Ling's physical body and the flames surrounding it, he couldn't even get close enough to injure him.
Suddenly, a dark shadow shot towards Tang San's position. He tried to dodge using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track technique, but no matter how he changed his position, the pursuing Wu Ling was able to adjust its direction with even greater agility, and the distance between the two was quickly closed.
"What kind of Spirit Skill is this?" Tang San was extremely shocked as he watched the Wu Ling rapidly approaching. He considered himself unparalleled in skill as he possessed the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
The Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track had always been virtually invincible, except when he faced Zhao Wuji and suffered a setback.
However, Zhao Wuji had used two Spirit Ring and Spirit Skill to break through his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track last time, so in his opinion, unless his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was targeted by a special Spirit Skill, it was impossible for anyone to break through it with skill.
But the Wu Ling before him didn't seem to use any special Spirit Skill at all; it just charged straight at him and was able to accurately lock onto his location. What was going on?
Tang San was completely baffled, but Wu Ling was not going to be able to explain it to him. No matter how strong the so-called Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and other movement techniques were, could they be stronger than Wu Ling's physique? Besides, Wu Ling had also learned Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track from Douluo II, but he just disdained to use it. So in front of Wu Ling, Tang San using such fancy techniques was simply like offering himself up as food.
As Wu Ling drew ever closer, Tang San began to consider his options, but as he thought about it, despair gradually crept into his heart.
Plant-based Martial Soul are too easily countered by the flames of the Wu Ling. His first and second Spirit Skill, Flying Knife and Entangle, were burned to ashes before they even got close to the Wu Ling because the Blue Silver Grass wasn't strong enough. Essentially, both Spirit Skill were rendered useless.
His Hidden Weapon were of little use; even after bypassing the wall of fire, their sharp blades couldn't even break the skin of Wu Ling. Suddenly, Tang San thought of something.
Just as Wu Ling and Tang San were less than two steps apart, the latter suddenly raised his right hand and shouted, "The eighth Hidden Weapon in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record — Dragon Whisker Needle!"
You know, he broke through Zhao Wuji's defense with this very technique just a few days ago. This person in front of him is so young, surely his defense can't be stronger than Zhao Wuji's? However, the smile on Tang San's face had just begun to bloom when it froze again.
Wu Ling faced the golden Dragon Whisker Needle as if it were a child's toy, easily pinching it before it could pierce him.
Zhao Wuji's miserable defeat last time was partly due to underestimating his opponent, but also because he lacked speed, was used to direct defense, lacked experience, and had never seen anything like it before. In addition, he held back because Tang San and the others were students. A combination of these factors allowed Tang San to break through his defense. However, none of these problems will apply to Wu Ling.
"This... how is this possible!" Tang San exclaimed in surprise, then the next second, he found that Wu Ling had Dragon Whisker Needle at him.
In an instant, a golden light flashed, and Tang San realized that his vision was only half visible. He was blind; his left eye was blind!
"Eyes!" By the time Tang San realized it, blood and tears were already streaming from his eyes, accompanied by excruciating pain.
"Don't worry, I controlled the force and direction. It won't get into your brain; at most, it'll just burrow into your bones," Wu Ling said as she strolled towards Tang San.
Having lived two lives, Tang San possessed considerable mental fortitude. He quickly adjusted his state, and as Wu Ling approached, his ten fingers simultaneously bent, revealing six faint golden lights. However, before he could attack, Wu Ling instantly swung his hand, fracturing both of Tang San's wrists at a 360-degree angle, causing the six Dragon Whisker Needle to fall to the ground.
"Ah!" After losing one eye, Tang San's hands were also crippled.
Wu Ling stepped forward, grabbed Tang San's hair, and lifted him up with a forceful pull. "I'm not underestimating skill; after all, when I was weak, I used skill to overcome the strong. But you, your skills are flashy, but your body is weak and pathetic. It's too low-level. Both your skills and your body are too low-quality!"
Tang San remained silent after hearing this. He had a crossbow bolt on his back; at such close range, it was feasible!
"Smack!"
Wu Ling realized that Tang San was planning to do something funny, and impatiently slapped him. With a crisp sound, Tang San tumbled and spun in the air, and his right cheek swelled up at a visible speed.
"Bastard!" Tang San covered his face and fell to the ground, his anger filling his heart once again. He had lived two lives and so many years had passed. The last time he was slapped was in his previous life. This person in front of him must die!
Standing still, Wu Ling paid no attention to Tang San's inner thoughts. But when he casually pulled out Handgun, Tang San's anger instantly cooled down.
Tang San had just witnessed the power of this little gadget. Similar to his Tang Sect's Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, it must use special ammunition and mechanisms to be incredibly powerful. Once hit in a vital spot, it's basically game over.
Wu Ling's cultivation was higher than his, and he could see through his movements. Moreover, Wu Ling had this special weapon. What could he do? He could only stay where he was, not daring to make any rash moves, hoping that the other party would not dare to kill him in public.
Seeing Tang San's angry yet restrained expression, Wu Ling smiled with pleasure, raised her gun, and pulled the trigger, a series of bangs rang out.
"Ugh!" Tang San groaned in pain as blood stained the ground. Three obvious bullet holes appeared on his right knee, from which blood was flowing uncontrollably.
Wu Ling casually put away his Handgun and said, "All you ever do is resort to underhanded tricks and petty cleverness. You never dare to face an enemy head-on. No wonder Tang Hao doesn't teach you the true secrets of the Clear Sky Sect, and even made you take that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang as your master."
Hearing Wu Ling slander his mentor, Tang San, enduring the pain, quickly spoke up, "What are you saying? What does this have to do with my father? And you are not allowed to insult my teacher. His research in Martial Soul is beyond your imagination."
"Research? Hahaha, it seems you still don't know the true name of your Second Martial Soul. That's right, Yu Xiaogang doesn't dare to tell you, and he doesn't have the ability to choose Spirit Ring for your Second Martial Soul, which is why he's wasted your First Martial Soul like this. It's such a good Martial Soul, what a pity."
Since Tang Yin and the Blue Silver King were dead, and seeing that Tang San had chosen snake-type Spirit Ring for two consecutive times, and with his origin unable to be repaired, Wu Ling was no longer afraid of Tang San awakening the Blue Silver Emperor. He directly mocked Tang San, but the latter's focus was not on this, but on the Second Soul Ring. When he heard Wu Ling mention the Second Martial Soul, Tang San's face was full of shock.
"Don't be so shocked. Even that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang could guess that you have a second Martial Soul, so why can't others? Don't forget, your Martial Soul was awakened with the help of the Spirit Hall."
"You're from the Spirit Hall." Tang San wasn't stupid; he realized what was going on as soon as he heard that.
At this moment, Dai Mubai, lying on the ground, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao San... he's the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall... run!"