The mechanism clicked softly.
Dozens of hidden weapons shot simultaneously from Tang San's cuffs, his waist, and the broken ends of the Eight Spider Lances, followed by black poison mist surging into the valley.
Xiao Wu raised a hand to cover her mouth and nose.
"Brother, did you use all your hidden weapons?"
"Fall back to Uncle Tang."
"Is this your last resort?"
"Get back!"
Xiao Wu helped Tang Hao move backward. Blue Silver Grass rose from the ground, forming a ring in front of them.
Yue Guan stood outside the poison mist, golden petals circling his body.
"So this is your trump card?"
Poison mist blanketed the valley floor, its colors constantly shifting. Wherever it touched the rock walls, it hissed. Several hidden weapons embedded themselves in the stone, and the surrounding rock quickly blackened, chips falling along the cracks.
Yue Guan swept his sleeve.
Golden petals stirred up a current of wind, pushing the poison mist to either side.
"Tang San, trying to use something like this against a Titled Douluo is simply laughable."
Tang San knelt on one knee, bracing a palm against the ground.
"Laughable?"
"You think your poison can touch me?"
"It already has."
"My Soul Power protects my body."
"Look at your feet first."
Yue Guan looked down.
The black poison mist was repelled by golden Soul Power the instant it touched his boots. His boots were undamaged, and his skin showed no change.
"Are you trying to unsettle me with such words?"
"If you're certain nothing is wrong, keep coming."
"Of course I will."
Yue Guan stepped into the poison mist.
Golden Soul Power spread beneath his feet, driving the poison mist away. The surrounding stones were pulverized by his Soul Power.
Tang San raised his hand, and Blue Silver Grass wound toward