Tang San raised his head, his gaze settling calmly on Tang Chen's face. "Great-grandfather, I once read a passage in an ancient text-'Guanyin sheds tears; where the tears fall, the heart aches. When the heart aches, the spirit scatters. When the spirit scatters, the body perishes.'"
Tang Chen's brows twitched slightly. He had never heard that name before.
But he sensed an exceedingly faint aura locking onto him, as though something were secretly aimed at his chest.
He instinctively stirred his soul power to rise, but Tang San moved faster. He raised his right hand, and a milky-white droplet condensed above his palm before sinking into Tang Chen's chest at a speed almost impossible to follow with the naked eye.
Tang Chen's body abruptly froze. His pupils dilated for an instant, and he looked down at his chest.
Tang San stood about ten feet away from him. "Guanyin's Tears, the highest-ranked hidden weapon among those that rely on throwing techniques. It ignores defenses and never misses."
"Great-grandfather, since you refuse to fulfill your duties as High Priest, I can only help you do so."
Tang Chen raised his eyes to him as though seeing him for the first time and sneered. "You think killing me will unlock the inheritance?"
Tang San stood where he was, quietly listening until he finished. Then he looked up toward the palace dome. "Asura God above, I, Tang San, have completed the eighth trial and have come today to undertake the ninth trial."
The palace fell silent for a moment.
Then an exceedingly deep hum came from within the dome.
A dark red light slowly emerged at the very center of the dome, like an eye opening, and fell upon the two men below.
Tang San continued, "High Priest Tang Chen refused to fulfill his