The soul-chasing, life-taking Yama King Post

Shi Nian reacted fast.

The instant he saw the black gleam, he retreated. His Soul Power, over rank seventy, erupted at once, and grayish-white Spiritual Power formed three barriers before his chest.

The black gleam pierced the first barrier.

The second held it back for barely half a breath.

The Yama King Post veered slightly as it struck the third barrier, grazing Shi Nian's left shoulder. The black speck landed on his skin, leaving a wound no larger than a pinprick.

"You think that little thing can stop me?"

Shi Nian glanced down, anger in his voice.

He was a Soul Sage, yet a mere Four-Ring Soul Ancestor had tricked him into coming close and nearly driven a hidden weapon into his heart. If word got out, he would never be able to show his face again.

Tang San slowly rose to his feet.

"When Yama calls for your death at midnight, who would dare let you live till dawn?"

With that, he took two steps back.

Shi Nian had not fallen yet. A Soul Sage's dying counterattack could easily take him down too. Tang San gripped the Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Gallbladder in his left hand, while the Silent Sleeve Arrow inside his right sleeve was already cocked. Every hidden weapon capable of keeping him alive at close range was trained on Shi Nian.

Shi Nian was about to raise his hand when his left shoulder went numb.

The skin around the wound rapidly blackened, and more than a dozen thin lines crawled along his blood vessels toward his chest. He hurriedly sealed his shoulder with Soul Power, but contact with it only made the poison spread faster. In a blink, it had passed his collarbone.

"Poison?"

Shi Nian's expression changed drastically. He formed a blade with his right hand