Thorn Waltz

Whoosh!

Cinderella's figure blurred instantly, turning into a streak of light like leaping starlight. In an instant, she appeared thirty meters behind and to the side of Zhao Wuji, landing without a sound.

Around both where she had originally stood and where she landed, brilliant specks of stardust scattered outward. Though they had little effect on an expert like Zhao Wuji, they still gave him a faint sense of sluggishness.

"Second Soul Skill, Thorn Waltz!"

Without pausing, Cinderella spun at high speed like a top. Her Crystal Dance Shoes traced graceful arcs, and with her rotation, countless sharp crystal spikes glittering with cold light shot toward Zhao Wuji's back like a violent storm!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crystal spikes struck Zhao Wuji's metallic-sheened skin, producing a dense clatter like rain beating against plantain leaves. Most bounced straight off, but a small number pierced in, leaving tiny wounds. At those wounds, faint Thorn Marks formed from starlight.

Zhao Wuji felt as if a swarm of hornets had stung his back. It was a little itchy, a little numb.

He twisted his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds.

"Scratching an itch? Little girl, you don't have enough strength."

He stomped his foot fiercely!

"Second Soul Skill, Vigorous Vajra Palm!"

Boom!

A violent shockwave exploded outward from him. The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his legs finally could not endure it any longer and snapped apart inch by inch! His fan-sized hand, blazing with terrifying golden light, slammed directly toward a thick Blue Silver Grass vine lashing at him from the side.

Bang!

The vine, powerful enough to shatter rocks, broke beneath his palm like rotten wood.

However, at the instant he shattered the vine, Tang San's figure flashed out from the Blue Silver Grass on the other side like a ghost.