Is that fucking Ning Rongrong?!
Tang San could not help letting out another sharp mental scream.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong's demeanor had completely changed. Gone was her earlier gentleness and beauty; instead, she resembled a valiant swordswoman, moving nimbly across the ground as if flying over grass, her gaze resolute. Only the pagoda she held aloft, glowing with rosy light, seemed somewhat out of place.
If she were holding a sword instead, it would probably look much more natural...
Someone could not help thinking.
Boom!
The next moment, a muffled blast rang out, and the ground shook violently. A ring of earth-yellow waves suddenly surged in all directions along with the trembling earth.
Zhao Wuji's area-of-effect soul skill had spread. Tang San, who had been stunned by Ning Rongrong's unusual state, had no time to think further and immediately tried to leap high into the air. Unfortunately, his reaction seemed to have been a little too slow.
By then, Xiao Wu and Huo Yuhao had already leaped high into the air, while Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing continuously mitigated the impact of the earth-yellow shockwaves with their agile footwork. As for Tang San, who had reacted a moment too late, he had not jumped high enough. The shockwave struck his lower body, and he nearly toppled backward from the instability.
Fortunately, Tang San was no ordinary Soul Master. He was once a visitor from another world who had cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Tang Sect Ultimate Arts. Taking several quick kicks through the air, he barely stabilized himself again. By the time Tang San inevitably landed on the ground, Zhao Wuji's shockwave soul skill had already faded.
"Phew..."
A faint bead of sweat appeared on Tang San's forehead. His face still showed both nervousness and relief. At that