Two Douluo Stunned, Xue Qinghe Asked for Help

"Bring it on!"

Snake Lance Douluo let out a low shout, admiration filling his voice, but his hands never stopped moving.

He swung his Martial Soul, the Snake Lance, across his body and braced its shaft with both hands. Tang Shan's fists slammed into it.

He released his left hand, letting the butt of the lance drop with its own momentum. Then he caught it in a reverse grip, snapped his wrist, and drove the lance straight forward.

A piercing chill rushed toward Tang Shan's face. His brow tightened. It felt as though an icy gun barrel had been pressed against his forehead.

He instinctively turned his head. The lance skimmed past his temple, its sharp whistle still ringing in his ears.

His right hand shot out and seized the shaft. He twisted hard, trying to wrench the weapon away, but after turning it only a few inches, he met a solid force that locked it in place.

Almost at the same moment, Snake Lance Douluo followed up. He pressed his fingers together like a spearhead and stabbed toward Tang Shan's throat, while drawing his left hand back to sweep the lance's butt toward the back of Tang Shan's neck.

Dense Soul Power gathered at Snake Lance Douluo's fingertips. His thumb, index finger, and middle finger overlapped and tensed. Just as they came within an inch of Tang Shan's throat, the three fingers snapped out.

The air twisted violently around his fingertips, crackling with tiny bursts.

Smack!

Tang Shan flicked a finger against Snake Lance Douluo's arm. A faint red mark appeared, and his opponent's movement faltered.

That fleeting pause was enough for Tang Shan to react.

He focused his control over his body on his chest and back. The muscles around his neck swelled rapidly, stretching his skin and