"White Tiger Meteor Shower—!!!"
Dai Mubai roared, flecks of crimson blood spraying as every tiger stripe across his tall, powerful body turned golden. In the next second, golden light burst forth, and countless golden spheres appeared with his body at the center.
In an instant, those fist-sized golden spheres locked onto Tang Chuan, who was just about to press his advantage and completely eliminate Tang San, and bombarded him wildly.
Feeling the might of that wave of attacks, Tang Chuan's expression shifted slightly. He immediately gave up on Tang San, who was already at the end of his rope, turned his spearpoint, and met the endless golden meteor shower blasting toward him.
At that exact moment, Tang San, who was only a spear's length from Tang Chuan, hardened his expression. Enduring the agony of having two spider spears shattered behind him, he controlled the six remaining spider spears to attack Tang Chuan from the side in an encircling formation.
As he launched the attack, Tang San mustered the last of his strength and shouted sharply, "Certain kill—!!!"
A little over two meters away, Tang Chuan swung his deep-blue spear, sweeping aside Dai Mubai's "Fourth Soul Skill: White Tiger Meteor Shower," while still having enough strength left to adopt a defensive stance against the six spider spears Tang San sent at him, and even the spider-spear fragments fired from Tang San's hands with hidden-weapon techniques.
Yet in the very next instant after the words "certain kill" reached Tang Chuan's ears, an indescribable sense of dread suddenly surged into his heart.
On the other side, after unleashing "Fourth Soul Skill: White Tiger Meteor Shower," Dai Mubai charged toward Tang Chuan in great strides. But the moment Tang San shouted "certain kill," that tall, powerful figure like a humanoid tiger suddenly shifted sideways,