Ning Chen Makes His Move, Tang San's Crushing Defeat

Tang San hastily raised two Spider Lances and crossed them in defense.

Clang!

With a deafening crash, Tang San and his lances were sent flying backward. He rolled twice across the ground before barely managing to steady himself.

He looked up at Ning Chen, his eyes filled with disbelief. How could the other man be so strong?

His Eight Spider Lances clearly surpassed Soul Masters of the same rank in both strength and piercing power, yet he had been completely suppressed in a direct clash!

"Is that all?" Ning Chen stood where he was, looking down at him with an indifferent tone.

Tang San gritted his teeth, the fury in his eyes nearly bursting forth.

He suddenly slammed a hand against the ground. The Eight Spider Lances exerted force again, launching him toward Ning Chen like a cannonball.

This time, he spread all eight Spider Lances and attacked from eight different directions at once. The overwhelming barrage nearly sealed off every possible route of escape.

Facing the sky-full of lance shadows rushing at him, Ning Chen finally got serious.

He took a deep breath. The Nine Yang Soul Power within him surged like a rushing river as he slowly raised his right palm, curled his fingers slightly, and pressed downward.

"Thousand Peaks Shaking Mountains!"

Boom!

A solid phantom mountain abruptly appeared above the Spirit Arena Stage, hovering directly over Tang San's head.

The mountain possessed the texture of blue-gray stone, its patterns clear and distinct, as though a real mountain had been shrunk through some great divine ability and moved here.

A crushing pressure descended from above.

Tang San's charging body was forcibly halted by that pressure.

His Eight Spider Lances sank deeply into the ground as he tried to stabilize himself, but the downward force was simply too great.