Zhao Wuji, I Want to Spar with You

Although the other side had plenty of little gadgets in his hands, none of them caused Zhao Wuji any harm.

Still, the appearance of these petty tricks left Zhao Wuji deeply displeased!

Soul Masters should use their soul skills openly and honorably. What kind of nonsense was it to rely on such petty tricks?

"Kid, I've seen your methods. In the end, they're just cheap little tricks that can't be shown in public." Zhao Wuji sneered. "Now I'll show you what a real Soul Master battle looks like!"

"Second Soul Skill, Mighty Vajra Palm!"

The second Soul Ring beneath Zhao Wuji's feet lit up.

At the same time, he raised his hand, sending a golden palm strike flying toward Tang San.

Tang San's eyes flickered. This was exactly the moment he had been waiting for!

He immediately activated Mysterious Jade Hand and threw out the last Dragon Beard Needle, driving it directly into Zhao Wuji's body.

Together with the Dragon Beard Needles concealed among the hidden weapons earlier, this final needle instantly broke Zhao Wuji's first Soul Skill, sending endless pain through his entire body.

Tang San did not fare much better either. During that brief pause, he had already thought of how to evade, but his body simply could not react in time.

He took that palm strike head-on.

His body flew through the air like a kite with its string cut, tracing an arc as blood scattered down to the ground.

After hitting the ground, he slid some distance away.

"Xiao San!"

When the Dragon Beard Needles entered Zhao Wuji's body, he could no longer maintain Gravity Amplification and dropped to one knee.

By the time the clanging impacts reached her ears, Xiao Wu had already awakened.

After all, her body had been formed from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul