Beating Up Tang San

"Little Third, show mercy!" Amid Oscar's startled cry, Blue Silver Grass vines carrying a faint scent of Photinia Flower spiraled out, seemingly endless as they surged toward Qin Rongrong from all directions.

Ma Hongjun and Chang Gong Miao had no intention of helping. Neither wanted to offend Tang San for Ning Rongrong's sake.

Xiao Wu had always considered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect her enemy, so she was even less likely to save her.

It was already good enough that she had not attacked Qin Rongrong herself.

As for Oscar, even if he wanted to help, he lacked the ability.

Light flickered in Qin Rongrong's eyes, but her face remained fearless. Surging Soul Power equivalent to Level-Thirty-Three covered her entire body. With a flash of light, she quietly gripped a special longsword.

Clang—clang—clang—

Everyone only saw several flashes of sword light. The Blue Silver Grass vines wrapping around Qin Rongrong instantly shattered into pieces and scattered in every direction.

Everyone was stunned. No one had expected Qin Rongrong to have such a move. Though Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was strong enough that Ma Hongjun and Chang Gong Miao could easily burn or tear it apart.

Qin Rongrong was a support-type Soul Master.

Yet without even using her Martial Soul, she had broken Tang San's first soul skill.

"That's it?"

Clang— A sword cry rang out. Under the sunlight, the longsword gleamed with a chilling radiance. Qin Rongrong spun the sword in her hand, held it in a reverse grip behind her back, straightened her left leg and bent her right knee slightly. Her body leaned at an angle utterly defying gravity as she raised her chin and chest, looking down at Tang San, who was half a head shorter than her, as though she were looking at trash.