Meeting the Tang Sect's Killing Move Head-on, Then Severely Wounding Tang San!
"Su Chen... King of Hell calls you to die at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn!"
Ignoring the excruciating pain of his broken left arm, Tang San forcefully reversed all of his Mysterious Heaven Evil Skill within his body at close range, shattering the three main meridians in his chest.
Using the last burst of extreme Internal Power from the rupture of his heart meridian, he suddenly raised his right hand, which had long since turned a pale white jade color and was covered with blackish-purple corpse spots, and concentrated all his energy and spirit into a point between the tips of his index and middle fingers.
The hundreds of Dark Bloodsucking Vine, as thick as buckets, surrounding the two of them simultaneously expanded wildly under Tang San's frantic urging, and then exploded with a thunderous roar.
Hundreds of highly poisonous blood vines exploded, forming a viscous black and red blood wave that tightly bound Su Chen's damaged eight Dragon Emperor Spear and arms from all directions, forcibly sealing off Su Chen's ability to dodge for even half a breath.
A strange, pitch-black light pierced through the blood mist from the self-destruction, aiming directly at Su Chen's brow and acupoint within a deadly distance of less than three feet.
This is the third-ranked Hidden Weapon in the Tang Sect's inner sect Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Yama's Invitation.
This scroll ignores protective qi and shatters upon entering the body. The poison and broken needles instantly attack the heart through the blood vessels. This is the only trump card that Tang San painstakingly crafted in the City of Slaughter City, using dozens of deadly poisons and his own poisonous blood.
In the instant that a deadly crisis descended, Su Chen's Ancient Truth-Severing Dragon Divine Pupils erupted with dazzling purple-gold divine light.
In his field of vision, the jet-black Yama's Invitation, as thin as a cow's hair, had pierced through the defensive aura of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda surrounding his body. Even the protective Dragon Astral Force of the Chaos Ancestral Dragon Ice-Fire Golden Body had been pierced through by the penetrating force concentrated at a single point, leaving a tiny hole. The needle tip was less than two inches away from the skin between his eyebrows. Any Soul Emperor or even Soul Saint would have met their end on the spot under such a close-range sneak attack.
"You want to kill me with this damned Poison Needles?! Burn it!"
On the brink of life and death, Su Chen did not lean back to dodge. Instead, he forcefully squeezed the essence blood of the level 52 Chaos Ancestral Dragon in his chest cavity, along with the Pure Yang Ancestral Dragon Origin True Fire, which had just been enhanced by 30%, and detonated it from his brow and shoulders, disregarding the strain on his Meridians.
Su Chen channeled the last of his Soul Power into the fifth 50,000-year black-red-dark-gold Soul Ring beneath his feet. In the instant his head suddenly turned half an inch to the right, his right fist, imbued with his fifth Soul Skill, Ice-Fire Dragon Emperor Annihilation Storm, and the four intact Dark- Emperor Spear on his right side, slammed fiercely into Tang San's chest, who was right in front of him.
The Pure Yang Ancestral Dragon Origin True Fire transformed into a brilliant golden sea of fire just inches in front of Su Chen.
The moment the Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Yama's Invitation entered the primordial true fire, the hundred kinds of deadly poisons tempered on the surface of the needle emitted a sizzling sound. Under the burning of the Primordial Pure Yang Divine Fire, the black Black Iron needle was forcibly melted halfway through its body.
Tang San's penetrating power, achieved at the cost of shattering his heart meridian, was simply too fast and too intense. As Su Chen's head was forcibly turned half an inch, the remaining half-inch fragment of the Yama's Invitation grazed his left cheek, carrying a wisp of Netherworld Heart's Blood Poison that had not been completely burned away, and pierced the flesh below his left collarbone, shattering instantly inside his body.
A chilling, numbing sensation, like a poison, exploded in my left shoulder, rushing through my veins to my heart.
Su Chen groaned, his left side suddenly going numb, but he used this intense pain to unleash the full force of his right hand's attack, shouting fiercely, "Nail it to the top!"
The Ice-Fire Dragon Emperor Annihilation Storm, a fifth-generation Soul Skill from 50,000 years ago, struck Tang San squarely in the chest, where his old power was exhausted and his heart meridian was shattered, less than three feet away.
A two-colored tornado composed of extremely cold Xuanbing (mysterious ice) and extremely hot Pure Yang Dragon Fire engulfed Tang San's body. Seven or eight of Tang San's ribs broke on the spot, and he was sent flying more than twenty feet away like a cannonball hit head-on by a giant dragon, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist.
Two four-meter-long, thirty-thousand-year-old Ice-Fire Dark-Gold Dragon Emperor Spear extended and pierced through Tang San's shoulder blades on the right side of Su Chen's back, one on the left and one on the right. They slammed Tang San's body against the collapsed Meridian Gate wall behind him. The spear tips then detached, pinning Tang San firmly to the three-meter-high Blue Stone wall.
As the smoke cleared, Tang San was found pinned to the broken wall by two three-meter-long ice and fire bone spears, his shoulders pierced by their afterimages. His feet were dangling in the air, and a charred, frozen pit had formed in his chest. Thick, dark red blood dripped continuously from his chin, and he coughed up blood intermittently.
Just as Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others at the gap were about to breathe a sigh of relief and rush forward to finish off the attackers, Su Chen, standing in the center of the square, suddenly swayed and slammed one knee heavily onto the cracked Blue Stone ground. He barely managed to stay upright by bracing himself with his right hand.
The eight Ice-Fire Dark-Gold Dragon Emperor Spear on his back dimmed and shrank back into his body, two of them already covered in cracks. His originally abundant level 52 Soul Power had been depleted by more than 70% after he had continuously withstood 64 Chaotic Cloak of the Ten Thousand Year Chaotic Cloak, detonated the Origin True Fire to burn the Yama's Invitation, and forcibly activated the 50,000 Year Fifth Soul Skill.
The tiny blood hole below his left collarbone was rapidly turning purplish-black. The Netherworld Blood Poison from the shattered fragment of the Yama's Invitation was frantically fighting against the Pure Yang Dragon Qi in his body, inch by inch along the Meridians in his left chest, approaching his heart. This caused the Meridians on the left side of his body to spasm violently, and a strand of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
Pinned to the broken wall, Tang San saw Su Chen kneeling on one knee, his left shoulder turning black. Even with his bones shattered and life hanging by a thread, Tang San's pale, twisted face erupted in a maniacal laugh, "Su Chen! You've finally met your match! You've been hit by my Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Yama's Invitation! Even if you burned most of it off, the remaining needle fragments and blood poison have already seeped into your veins! Your Soul Power is exhausted; you can't even stand up... Hahaha, Father! He's finished! Kill him now! Arrest Xiao Wu and those vile women!"
"Su Chen!"
"Team leader!"
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Qian Renxue, who had just regained their Meridian Gate, all turned pale when they saw Su Chen kneeling on one knee with black poison on his left shoulder. They desperately wanted to rush into the square to rescue him.
A furious roar suddenly exploded in the sky above the Meridian Gate Square: "Little San!"
Tang Hao, the level 95 Haotian Douluo who was holding off three titled Douluos—Chen Xin, Yue Guan, and Dugu Bo—turned around and saw his only son impaled on a broken wall by two ice and fire bone spears, his chest caved in and on the verge of death. He completely went berserk.
"You little beast, you hurt my son! Even if it costs me my life, I will grind you to dust!"
Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot and he ignored the Seven Kill Sword that Chen Xin was thrusting at him. Among the nine Soul Ring swirling beneath his feet, the third, fifth, and seventh ten-thousand-year black Soul Ring, along with the outermost one hundred-thousand-year scarlet Soul Ring, all expanded violently at the same moment, with countless blood-red cracks appearing on their surfaces as if about to explode.
The Clear Sky Sect's highest secret technique, the Great Sumeru Hammer Ring Detonation, was activated, unleashing a destructive storm that made all the Titled Douluo present tremble. This storm condensed on the hundred-zhang Haotian Hammer in Tang Hao's hand, locking onto Su Chen, who was kneeling on one knee below, severely injured and exhausted, even through the void of thirty zhang.