"Boom!"
The next second, an explosive roar suddenly rang out along the Night Market street.
The Blue Silver Grass that had completely wrapped around Tang Chuan's body suddenly expanded violently, then exploded in an instant, scattering countless fragments and powder through the air.
Before Tang San could react, a blue figure suddenly burst out of the explosion.
In the blink of an eye.
Tang Chuan had already crossed more than ten meters, shooting straight toward Tang San's face!
"What?"
"How is he so fast?"
Tang San saw a flash of golden light before his eyes, and his heart suddenly tightened. His entire body froze in place. He wanted to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge, but just as he lifted his foot, he realized it was already too late.
Tang Chuan was simply too fast. He seemed to be flying, even faster and more terrifying than some of the Agility Attack System Soul Ancestors and Spirit Kings Tang San had seen!
The very next second, while Tang San stood frozen in place,
"Bang!"
Tang Chuan's fist came whistling over and smashed viciously into Tang San's face.
"Ah—!"
With a scream, Tang San's vision went black. Blood spurted from his nose, and the blow sent him staggering backward. His head spun, and he could barely remain standing.
Before Tang San could recover, he heard an angry voice filled with exasperation at his ear:
"Why did you make the first three Soul Skills of your Blue Silver Grass Spirit exactly the same?"
"Your First Spirit Skill is Entangle. The ultimate purpose of your Second Spirit Skill, Parasite, is also to entangle your opponent. And your third spirit skill, Spider Web Bind, is still just entangling and controlling them?!"
"A Martial Soul can absorb at most nine Spirit Rings. You've already wasted