Huo Ling'er's Domineering Slap Across Tang San's Face: Tang San, You Still Want to Use Blue Silver Entanglement? (1)

Hearing the cry of that useless loser Yu Xiaogang, Tang San felt even more humiliated. Shi Hao gripped his head tightly and yanked hard on his blue hair, sending waves of tearing pain through his scalp. He opened his mouth, but all he could produce were miserable screams that echoed through the night sky.

Tang San's face was filled with pain and unwillingness. His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging as though he were struggling desperately to break free. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape Shi Hao's control. Endless fury and despair showed in his eyes, as if he were saying, Why? Why, after working so hard, did I still end up like this?

Under such excruciating pain, Tang San simply could not focus enough to use any other soul skills. He tried to mobilize the Soul Power within his body, but every attempt was interrupted by pain. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and every breath became exceptionally difficult. Shi Hao's cold laughter rang beside his ears, as though mocking his incompetence.

Shi Hao, who was gripping Tang San's blue hair, seemed to find the game rather boring as well. He loosened his grip slightly, a teasing smile flashing across his face. Then he suddenly swung his arm with force, viciously flinging Tang San away. The force of that throw was tremendous, and Tang San was hurled into the distance like a shooting star.

Shi Hao stood beneath the moonlight, his white robes fluttering and his posture tall and straight. His handsome face carried a trace of disdain and dominance, while his black hair drifted gently in the night wind. He glanced at Tang San as he flew away, a cold smile curling at his lips, as if to say, Is this your strength? How disappointing.