(First update)
Violet-gold light burst from Tang San's eyes. Everything around him lay within the grasp of his six senses, and with nearly every move he made, someone immediately fell beneath the hidden weapons he fired.
Perhaps spurred on by Yang Ming's ever-growing strength, Tang San had realized that if he relied solely on his Martial Soul and Soul Rings, he would never catch up to Yang Ming. So during this time, he had devoted himself to developing new hidden weapons, as well as... Tang Sect poisons!
As a sect skilled in hidden weapons and poisons, the Tang Sect's poisons were equally vicious.
Not to mention that Tang San possessed a special talent in this area. With his dedicated research, he had truly developed many versatile poisons: Smiling Half-Step Madness Poison, Seven-Step Knockdown Poison, paralysis poisons, fainting poisons, and colorless, odorless toxins that were impossible to guard against.
Every hidden weapon he released had been coated in poison carefully concocted by Tang San. Even though the black-clad men had long been wary of him and used nimble evasive techniques to avoid vital areas, unless they were defense-type Spirit Masters, their bodies were inherently fragile and could easily be grazed by a hidden weapon.
Do not underestimate such a tiny wound. Even on Earth, people had died of tetanus after being scratched by rusty iron, let alone when the wound carried Tang San's colorless, odorless poison.
Anyone who chose to dismiss it because of such a minor wound would certainly suffer the consequences.
Sure enough, the black-clad men initially paid no heed to their wounds. But as they moved intensely, the poison spread throughout their bodies along with their accelerating blood flow, and the faces beneath their masks changed drastically.
Unfortunately, by the time they sensed something was wrong, it was